What Does It Mean To Be Possessive In A Relationship Novels & Stories

“How escalated are we talking?” Joan glanced around as if what she was about to say was the secret of her life. The lounge was busy but not crowded; most people were wrapped in their own conversations or staring at their phones. She still lowered her voice anyway as she told Dana everything that really happened. Joan toyed with the stem of her glass. “He is very possessive. Like… really possessive… but not in a creepy way, just… certain. He looks at me like I already belong to him and he’s just waiting for me to catch up to the reality”

He snuck his arm around my waist. “With you, I’ve come to realise that sex is an important part of a relationship. Not only does it get better, but it seems to bring us closer. Sometimes I do hope I’m not doing too much. You made me an addict. But I tend to proceed whenever I see your body react to my desires.” “I made you addicted?” I smiled. “I think it’s the other way around.” Shawn leaned closer and kissed the side of my head. “It doesn’t matter who’s the cause. I couldn’t be happier that I have you by my side. You’re the first person I’m ever possessive of.”

With his hand around my throat and my wrists bound, I’m completely at his mercy right now again. “Look at who owns you, Little mouse, " he said and if it was in the past, I would have told him he is wrong but right now, I didn't have time for an argument. “Look at how your body submits to me as if it were made for me. You are mine and you will always be fucking mine.” Liam said and I want to admit that he is actually jealous of the male friends around me. What level of possessiveness is this? “ You’ll never belong to anyone else but me, little mouse.”

“I can’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else, Grace. Only I can touch you until you’re officially not my wife anymore.” “Your possessiveness is suffocating, Steve. Let’s just get through these last days and move on with our lives.” She insists, constantly trying to break free from my hold. I take a deep breath to compose myself before moving away from her. Then we head towards the car, my mind racing with possessive thoughts. The drive back home is filled with silence. I just can’t shake off the image of her talking to that man, possessiveness and jealousy are driving me insane.

“Jealous?” “What? Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I have a problem with that? It’s just… preference.” “It’s called being possessive,” he corrected me. “That’s what mates are with each other. That’s why you have a problem. It’s flattering.” “Flattering?” I asked in disbelief, noticing the satisfied smile on his face, which annoyed me. “Or maybe it’s because every time we’re together from now on, who’s to say you won’t start comparing me to the many she-wolves you’ve been with? Or sneak out to be with one of them?”

"There's a difference." "Seems the same to me." I narrowed my eyes, heartbeat picking up again. "Jealousy is insecurity. Territory is ownership." He moved closer. "And right now, every person in this building knows you belong to me." The possessiveness in his tone should have made me angry. Instead, it made heat pool low in my belly. "The board is terrified of you now," I managed. "They should be." His eyes burned into mine. "Anyone who comes for you comes for me. And I don't lose."

His words struck her like a solemn promise, a forewarning. Candice felt her heart grow heavy; this man was confusing her. Was their relationship not time limited? In less than six months it would be over. Did he want more from her? Was it no longer business, but something deeper? How could he say such possessive words to a woman he did not truly own? Their relationship was irresolute for him to be acting like a possessive partner. "You owe me a wish, you have violated your own promise," she murmured against his mouth, her breath grew shallow, mingling with his own.

"You should be happy. If Levi really did it because of you, that means he cares. And if I were in your place, I'd go on my knees and give him the best goddamned thank you he's ever received." I grimace. "I really could've gone my whole life without the visual of you blowing my husband." "So he's your husband now?" Matt questions, wiggling his brows suggestively. "That territorial vibe I’m picking up. Real strong." "Shut up." But the blush that creeps up my neck betrays me. Did I sound possessive? What do possessive words even sound like? I don't think I'm into Levi enough to lay claim on him. I'm not even sure I'd mind if he started seeing someone. I know it's bound to happen eventually.

"I bought that place. You also have no clothes, no job, no phone, and won't survive a day if you should leave." "What?" "Yes, it is a way to make sure I have you under my control. This is how I exhibit dominance. Your life belongs to me, Miss Smith, and if you think that you can try to escape me. You have another thing coming, those security at the gate aren't keep anyone out, but to keep you in." I can feel tears welding up in my eyes. 'What have I got myself into?' "Next time, learn to not be so envious of another woman. You never know what they are gong through in their relationship."

"I'm not a prisoner, boy. You shouldn't chain me. You should flaunt me and be proud that I'm your girlfriend." "I'm possessive, you know. You're mine, and I'm yours," he said seriously. "That's suffocating," I said and started eating my carbonara. "Being possessive is not suffocating. Is it wrong to hide you from other men because I don't want you to be with them?" "We're not even together, Caelum," I said while chewing the food. "You're saying that just because you're the only one I see with my eyes."