Novel & Cerita What Does It Mean To Be Possessive In A Relationship

"Oh, don't mention it. I don't need a crazy and jealous boyfriend. Will I be banned from going out tonight! E 'di goodbye!" One of the traits I hate the most is being too possessive. I don't want to be strangled and controlled by men just because we're in a relationship. I always tell my boys beforehand that I don't want the clingy and controlling type. I don't want the dramas of jealousy. That's why whenever I feel like they're starting to be like that, I immediately leave. Now I just realize that if that's what I want, I shouldn't keep a boyfriend.

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”

It’s a reminder I’m his and no one else's. Men have tried to get me to fall for them, because they fall in love with the woman they think I am. With Gavin, his possessiveness makes me want to get closer instead of running for the hills. I get off on how much he wants me and that he lets me get away with some things. When I go too far, he’s there to remind me I’m his and that I only get away with what he allows. “Your pussy enjoys the way I own it. It’s why I’m the only one that can ever get in here. You never let anyone else get close enough to catch you.”

"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."

“Yes, Darren. I am your own.” “Would you leave your own?” So that was why he was being so possessive. What I said earlier must have really struck a chord with him. I made him feel as if our relationship was fragile. Damn, that wasn’t what I was doing. I let my insecurities create one in him. I was trying not to be a burden to him, but he was letting me know that any thoughts of me leaving him were a burden themselves. “I’m not going anywhere.” I reached between us, gripping his throbbing cock. He let out a small hissing breath as I stroked his tip. “This is mine. It only belongs to me. Who do you belong to?”

He paused for a second and then sighing heavily, like it was so hard for him to express his thoughts, said, "Dylan is an over-possessive person when it comes to his possessions." The word possessions hurt me. I was feeling a painful pressure in the area of my heart. "What does he possess?" I whispered almost inarticulately. He slowly admitted, looking around. "Yeah. He is very possessive. Upon getting married you, he will not want anybody around him, especially me, too much. That’s his nature." I took one step back, my brain in a whirl. “That’s not love, Dad. That’s like… “Lessie,” he interrupted, really quickly, holding up a hand. “Don’t overthink it. Dylan has his ways but he is a good man

If that leads him to believe me, I'll do it. "No, I still call you however I want," he replied, so I looked at him, raising a brow while he looked at my eyes. "Whatever!" I replied, and it was his turn to chuckle like my Kaiser did. Then I felt his arms behind me before he pulled me closer to him. "You are only mine and mine alone," he said, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His possessiveness matches my mate, but there's something more in him. He was obsessed, which I hated the most. Being possessive and obsessed are two different things. I can tolerate my mate's possessiveness but can't stand having an obsessed mate.

"Even after the way you just handled me?" "You liked it. I was merely giving you what you liked. Besides, I didn't like all those prying eyes on your sexy little ass while we were downstairs." I giggled. "We aren't even together, but you're already possessive. We just confessed our feelings to each other." "You'd think that, but I've been possessive since I realized I was in love with you. That might be one of the reasons why guys at work aren't approaching you." "And here I thought something was wrong with me."

I teased. “I’m serious, Eloise,” he said flatly. I let out a sigh. “You know I’m not a fan of possessive behavior. It’s a red flag.” “I’m possessive of everything. It’s a part of who I am.” “Define everything,” I challenged. “Everything includes how much of my cock you can take in your mouth.” My throat went dry, and I immediately wondered about it. “We just talked about…” “About what?” “About Kyle, Zoey...” I bit my bottom lip. “Just that.”

“But this is where I'm not a good person, Leah. I will not hesitate to kill anyone who tries to take you from me.” The honesty of it hit me square in the chest. Not the violence in the words, but the vulnerability behind them. This was a man who had held my dead body in his arms and felt the bond between us shatter. The possessiveness wasn't born from ego. It was born from the memory of losing me and the absolute refusal to survive it again. “I need you,” he continued, his thumb tracing my jaw, “on a level that matters more than everything and anything. I’m selfish when it comes to you. Possessive. And I'm a complete pushover for anything you want.”