She Is Mine Novels & Stories

She said as she began pulling away slowly. His hold on her tightened possessively. "Don't, please don't". He said, his voice hoarse. And she didn't.

She said while laughing. “Can you even hear yourself?” I shouted. I can’t believe I used to call her mom. “No body can take my son away from me. My son is mine, he will only date whoever I want him to date, whoever I want him to marry”. She yelled.

I asked myself and looked at her and gave her a smile. "You see this place is called supermarket, where people come and buy things for themselves and I'm one of them who has come here to buy something" I said teasing her and making her face redder with anger. "Whatever, let's go" she said and took hold of that guy's hand and pulled him with her. While I kept watching them.

she whispered, but the words barely scraped past her throat. He ignored her. His mouth dragged over her skin, sloppy and possessive. His grip was bruising, fingers digging into her hips, his body pressed so tightly against hers that she could barely breathe. "You’re mine," he muttered against her collarbone, his voice thick with drunken arrogance. "You always will be." A tear slipped down her cheek. Ashley pushed against his chest, her hands trembling, but he barely noticed. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. "Stop," she tried again, but it came out hoarse, broken.

“Forget it, he's mine.” Mine? Hers?.

"You — please — I belong to you—" "And will you let anyone else touch you?" "No." She shook her head desperately. "No, Damien. Never. I won't — I promise — please—" "Who," he said softly, his lips brushing her jaw, "is the only one who gets to have you?" "You." The word came out like a prayer. "Only you. You and no one else — Damien—" The vibrator roared back to life. His fingers began to move. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His pace climbed and she stopped forming words entirely — there was nothing left but sensation and his name and the headboard rattling above her and the coil inside her pulling so tight she couldn't breathe—

She was mine. My property.

she said. “You heard me, but you didn’t really listen, so you didn’t understand me. I told you that this was originally a house in my name. But from now on, this house is yours. I have completed the procedures to transfer this house to you. Now, you are the owner of this house,” Travis said.

It was throbbing inside of her. "Do you know what would make me happy right now?" "What?" "Let our wolves make love," I murmured. She stared at my face. After a minute, she stood up and shifted into a beautiful white wolf. My dick protested when she removed it. I shifted into my black wolf too. She barked at me before turning and ran away. I always love a good chase. I barked at her and pursued her. She is Mine. Forever.

Once I had let her go but not this time. She is mine. Only mine. ***********