You Own My All Novels & Stories

He knew how to act very well. -I told you, Levana, you're mine," he gave me a quick glance as he winked at me. -I'm not yours! -I stood up immediately -We women are not an object for men to just call us theirs just like that, Logan, you have to get that on tape. -I was starting to get so angry in the morning with this guy. I didn't get it. -It's not up for discussion, Levana, it's the truth," he shrugged.

Please, someone, tell him to stop that… “Because you’re mine.” My pussy clenched hard, I felt the rush of how wet the word made me. He had said similar things while he was inside me fucking me senseless. I looked away, face burning. “I’m not.” “You are, and you have been.” He crossed his legs. “You were mine the night of the ball.” His tone didn’t change. “The night you came on my fingers in the car, you were mine when you came on my cock in this bed, and even when you moaned my name as you needed it.”

“You even gave him a nickname. How sweet.” He closed the distance, his eyes burning. “I warned you, Sienna. What part of ‘you are mine’ don’t you understand? Is it when every man near you ends up dead that you’ll finally believe me?” “Nic, don’t—” “Sienna, I own you.” His hand closed around my throat—not choking, just firm, possessive. His breath ghosted my lips. “Every single part of you. Yes, I’m possessive. And yes, I’ll kill any man who tries to take you away. You’re mine, Sienna. Just mine.”

Why the hell am I about to cry? A smirk pulled up on his lips, making me scoff in return. “When I told you that you belonged to me and no one else, I think I didn't make it clear enough” His voice was now in a whisper as he towered over me. “I'm n…not a property to be o..owned.” “No you're not a property to be owned by any other person but me baby girl. You are mine, and I will make sure I make it really clear before I leave your room.”

She was being so fiesty and how on earth was this turning me on? “Do you know how dangerous that man is?” “I do not care! And you should not tell me how to live my life! I own it!” “No! I own your life! I own every part of your body. From your head to your toe, I own it! So if I ever catch a man snooping around my property, I will have these balls chopped off and I will make sure I serve them to him raw! I will have their heart ripped out and I will make sure that he fucking begs for death! I own you!” I gritted out flossing all control.

"This position? This is how I own you. You understand me? Say it." "I....I’m yours," I panted. "Only yours…"

"Yes, curse, rant, hate. None of it changes that yer mine, lil wench. A perfect piece for me to fill. I own you, Little Raven." "And this." He planted hard into me to emphasize what he was telling me he possessed.

he ordered angrily. His anger was pissing me off, he didn't buy me, doesn't own me so what the hell is his problem? "I can go wherever I want Adrios," I shouted angrily. "You don't own me and I have the right to do as I please" "You are going to be my wife West, I own you in every way possible." He angrily said and that sent shivers down my spine. "You don't, I am my person and I don't belong to you at all, get that into your fvcking head."

I rise, and he catches my waist, yanking me close until our bodies align. His mouth claims mine as if to remind me I'm his wife now, and it works. I melt into him, surrendering every defense. He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged against my skin. "From this moment on, everything I own is yours," he whispers, his voice hoarse with heat. "Whatever you desire, I'll grant you." My heart pounds against my ribs and the first thought crashing through me is how much I want him.

“What do you want, Carmen? Do you want us to meddle or not? Because one minute you are blaming us for not telling you something or handling it, and the next, you want us to sit back and watch things happen!” The room got silent again, and at that moment, Carmen realized something that she didn't notice before. ‘The power has always been in my hands. I had the authority to take control of my fate all along. I may have been naive in the past. But from this moment onward, I am no longer going to fear my last name but own it.’ Carmen thought. She then gazed at her father's face, then at her grandfather’s calm expression before staring at her mother’s angry eyes.