Thomas Possessive Novels & Stories

He raised his voice a little making James turn around and glare dangerously at him. “Have you forgotten who you are talking to?” James asked with anger. “No. and I want it to remain that way. But, I love her. If you don’t approve of her, I will not think twice before leaving ‘your’ place and ‘your’ company.” He stressed the “your” part because that was what James loved to say to him. ‘My company’ ‘My House’ ‘My wealth’ ‘My Reputation’ If everything was his, and he did not consider him anything. Then why did he want Thomas to take over the company and get married? Who was he to decide for him? He thought bitterly.

His furious eyes are right next to me and his heavy breathing mixes with mine. A sideways smile was my response to that. How strange was it that I was turned on by his attitude? Damn, I'd end up in his bed today. "If you open your mouth to defend him again, I will kill you!" Thomas threatens. I feel a shiver rising through my body and a torturous tingling begins between my legs. I flash him another big smile, making him huff in anger. "Throw him out there, I need to educate my fiancée." Thomas speaks towards his men.

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

I'll get another one, I don’t care if he flirts with another woman! A man approached me, if I'm not mistaken it was the vocalist earlier in the band who was singing. "Hi, it looks like you're single tonight! Your possessive boyfriend isn't around?" he said holding out his hand to me. "Thomas." He introduced. I stared at him even though I seemed to want to close my eyes. 'The wine is drowsy.' That's my mind. “Sh*t! I was hit by alcohol. ” I whispered to myself.

He specifically emphasized on the word 'Love' to piss Capo off, as he was looking at him to examine his reactions. But Capo is invincible, he isn't some random roadside criminal, he is Capo de capo, the boss of all bosses and I believe soon we'll all be free of this nightmare. I believe on him. " Nothing " I nodded my head in no, giving a faint smile. The smile which isn't liberated from the inside, the smile which does not possess a meaning. The smile which is meaningless. "Come here" he asked. Reluctantly I went near him.

Gabriella’s hands tightened on her seat. Her mind raced. Her heart pounded. Every option felt like a trap closing in around her. Lose her job? Or marry a man she barely knew. “If you don’t want to agree, we can just get it over with,” he said casually. She stared back at him. “So now you’re threatening me,” she said accusingly. Alexander straightened slightly. “I’m a very powerful man, Gabriella,” he said quietly. “And if you walk away from this, you will find every other door closing in front of you.”

Thomas asked me with a haughty tone. I mentally slapped myself for having useless thoughts in that moment. "Nothing. You should apologize to the queen and—" "I look like her, don't I?" Thomas cut me off. "You don't!" I objected as quick as I could. "Don't bother denying it. It's as clear as daylight to anyone who has half a brain. I find it disgusting. But if you do something for me, I think I'll be alright." Thomas said, his voice taking a mischievous turn towards the ending of his statement.

I say, my voice firm and unwavering, "You need to leave now." "Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" he snarls, defiance flashing in his eyes. "She's mine!" "Lexie is not an object to be possessed," I retort, my eyes narrowing. "And if she ever was 'yours,' you lost that privilege long ago." "Lexie," Thomas begs, his voice cracking. “You owe me a second chance!” She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. “I don’t owe you anything anymore, Thomas.”

Thomas says. “See what?” I ask. “I want you to see who it is you are so heartbroken over,” Thomas says. Thomas gets out of the car. He comes around to open my door. Oh great, my door doesn’t open from the inside. He unhooks my collar from the mount. “Promise me that you will be a perfect little girl in here. If you do that, I will take you back home,” Thomas says. “My home?” I question him. “Yes, if you can hold it together, I will release you. If not, I will keep you forever,” Thomas says.