Novel & Cerita Why Am I So Possessive

"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."

His warmth covered her. "I am a crazy woman... If you touch me now then you will never touch anyone else's again, even if I am not there... I am possessive about my things, I don't like it when my things are not in my control, and I want you to be in my control, you should be there whenever I need you... If you are mine then you are mine, Egon... No one should take you away from me and I don't appreciate distance. If it had been possible, then I would have locked you in my basement where no one would be able to see how incredible you are, because only I have the right to admire you, to touch you, to feel you..."

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

My words were softer, more like a whisper, “We think we’re not like normal people?” “Maybe…” She answered softly, “And we know we don’t have the luxury to take things for granted, maybe that’s what got you so possessive and afraid. So I think when that insecurity of yours is sealed away, you’ll be fine.” “But I still did something so ugly, just because I was afraid…” I answered, “And I don’t know if my possessiveness is going to go away.”

No I mean, my slave, and she's not allow to be close to anyone. That possessive aspect of me got me surprise but I know that there's nothing to worry about. I'm just being possessive because she's my slave, and it have being long since I fucked her. All I need to do is, bury my dick into her hole, and afterwards the possessive spirit would depart from me. I know it would immediately I'm done fucking a hell outta her. I heard someone wimpererd and I turn to see her shivering. "What now, huh?" I ask bored.

The possessiveness and dominance that had characterized their relationship remained as entrenched as ever, leaving Ameera feeling trapped and frustrated. No matter how much Ameera tried to assert her independence and establish boundaries, Haider's actions spoke louder than his hollow promises. He continued to hover over her, monitoring her every move and stifling her ability to forge connections outside of their relationship. Ameera's frustration grew with each passing day, as she yearned for the freedom to explore her own identity and cultivate relationships based on trust and mutual respect. Haider's possessiveness had initially been fueled by his genuine concern for Ameera's safety, but i

I joined him on the bed and listened to the purring that occasionally came out of his chest. “Don’t give me a reason to doubt you. I don’t want to lose my head over nothing so please don’t do it to me. I’m jealous, I can't help it, when I love I get possessive. I'm doing my best to be of good behavior so please help me.”

I wanted her—all of her—and I sure as fuck wouldn't let another man have her after our contract ended. “You like her, don't you?” Hugo grinned, glancing at me in the mirror. I brushed the lost strand of Josie's forehead before meeting his gaze. “I don't know... I become greedy around her. I'm possessive. And I could turn into a madman if I lost her.” I gave him a crooked smile. “Am I in deep shit already?” Hugo chuckled. “Normal people call it emotions, and I think it's a good thing to feel the need to protect your woman.”

“Because he’s threatening what’s mine.” I hesitate. “Including me?” He doesn’t answer immediately, but something flares in his gaze. “Especially you.” I suck in a breath. “You know he’ll use me, right? As leverage. As a distraction. Whatever it takes.” His voice drops. “Then he’ll learn what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.” There it is again—that possessive streak. But this time, it doesn’t come off as suffocating. It’s protective. Anchored. Like he’s not just defending his territory… but his person.

Not even when I was with Antonio. Maybe I am obsessive, who knows? Ever since I was little, I was always very possessive about things I liked, things I considered mine. And now I feel that exact same way about Vincenzo. He’s become something I possess, something I want to keep fiercely, no matter the cost.