Thomas Possessive Novels & Stories

"My master would like you to take your leave now, sir." Thomas hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room before turning to face Aiden's servant. "I just want to make sure she gets what belongs to her," he said, his voice tense. "Aiden seems to think he can just keep her possessions from her." The servant nodded, unable to hide his disapproval. "My master's orders are clear, sir. If Miss Williams wishes to retrieve anything, she should come herself." Thomas narrowed his eyes, feeling a surge of anger rising within him. "Aiden doesn't get to decide what happens to her things," he growled. "He's not the one who owns them."

“If not for coin, then for what?” Thomas exhaled, then—so suddenly it sent a bolt of fear through Victoria—he stood and leaned over the desk. “You want her?” His voice was a whisper of menace. “Then take her.” Victoria’s breath stopped. The Duke’s smirk faltered. Thomas straightened, smoothing his coat. “Take her, Marlborough. But know this.” His gaze flickered to Victoria, something dark and possessive burning there. “She may leave my house. But she will never be free of me.”

JULIAN The message came through Marcus. I want to note this specifically because Thomas had my number. Had always had my number, the private one, the one that did not appear in any corporate directory, the one I had given no one but that existed in Thomas's possession the way most things did: quietly, without explanation, as a particular and specific demonstration of what Thomas considered basic operational awareness. He could have called. He never called directly when a message would accomplish the same thing with the additional and particular quality of the medium itself being the first communication, the specific and deliberate quality of a summons that arrives through a third party, that

Thomas was uncomfortable with the expressionless appearance of the men and the visible vellum on the coat that proved the existence of weapons. They choose starters and mains, order a good wine, and when they start eating, Jack opens the conversation. - Thomas… I can call you Thomas, right? It wasn't right, but he couldn't do anything. - Of course. - Thomas, what can I do for you? - I have a thorn in my life that I want to get out of my way. - You mean Sebastian Jones? Obviously he knew. Guys like that know everything before everyone else. - Yes. I would very much like to see him out of my life.

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

" Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother to respond to Thomas’ words. One day he too would find love, and maybe then his frozen heart would be cured. "I’m here now, so why don’t we go ahead and get moving?" "Whatever you command, alpha," Ace quipped, giving a salute. "We are at your beck and call." "Speak for yourself," Thomas hissed. "I don’t take any commands from anyone except myself." "Then are you planning on just staying here?" I asked, raising a brow. "And possibly miss out on all the fun that could be had?" "Fun?" Thomas repeated, giving me a ‘are you serious look?' "Are you saying hunting down creepy monsters that are dying to eat our flesh is fun?"

Longer, thicker, stretching her in ways she'd never been stretched, filling her completely. "Fuck," Marcus groaned, bottoming out inside her. "You're so tight. So perfect. How did Thomas not worship this pussy every single day?" "Because he wasn't you," Isabella moaned. Marcus began to move....hard, brutal thrusts that had the bed slamming against the wall, had Isabella screaming with each impact. Nothing like Thomas's gentle, careful movements. This was claiming. Possessing. Owning. "This is mine now," Marcus growled, pounding into her. "This pussy belongs to me. This body belongs to me. You belong to me. Say it."

Not cruel. Possessive. And in that moment, the dream obeyed a different master.

The chubby Alpha said bitterly. There was a pause. "Look here you fat bacon, "Track came defensively to the front but Thomas held his hand and he backed up immediately then I said," I don't think I need you to remind you but in case it ever sleeps your mind i is still your crowned prince," And even over a little distance apart the Alpha could still feel the dominance in I the prince, Thomas's voice but he didn't fall into the weightful urge to curl into the fetal position as many would because he had some nobility in him.

"No, Merri you're wrong for this." Thomas scolded me. "...they're my belongings!" "We share everything here, we're all family. You need to understand that, circumstances have changed and you need to adapt." "...I refuse, they had no right to do that. Those were my toiletries."