You Own My All Novels & Stories

"This is not controlling the narrative. This is—" "Authentic?" "Humiliating." Dr. Chen set down her pen. "Damian, is there anything you'd like to add?" Damian lowered the pillow. His face was red. His eyes were wet—not from sadness, from the sheer absurdity of the situation. "He forgot the part where I rode him without warning," Damian said. Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "And the part where I asked, 'Who owns whom now?'" Damian continued. "And he said, 'You. You own me. You always have.'"

"No, I won’t do it." "You must think I’m giving you a choice. I’m not," I said, my voice dropping. "You either take what I’m offering generously, or I take everything. No investment. No business. You pay every last dollar you owe me. And no wife because I’m definitely taking her too." "It’s up to you." "You can’t do this," he hissed. I leaned back, smirking. "I can." "In fact," I continued, my tone turning even colder, "by the time I’m done, you won’t even have a company to wake up to. You won’t just lose your business—you’ll lose your reputation. You won’t even have a place to show your face in public."

she continues, gently squeezing him to confirm what she is referring to. "Yours baby. It is... I am, all yours." He does not have to think about it. It is obvious, denying it at this point would be ridiculous. She holds all the power. She knows the power she has over him. He is addicted to her. The reason he has been going crazy for days is because he need her.

And I was going to make sure that that happens way sooner than later. “You little piece of shit.” he sneered. Here we fuvking go. “You think you have finally grown wings so wide that you can just waltz in here and talk to me any fuvking way and get away with it, huh? You seem to forget that every single thing you think you are today is because of me, and I can so easily take it all away from you in the blink of a fucking eye. I will say this and I will say it once. I own you, every single bit of you belongs to me and I decide what you will do and not do, do you understand?”

I was momentarily swept away, drifting into a world of my own. Suddenly, his words pierced through my thoughts like a sharp knife, bringing me crashing back to reality. "Mine. All mine," he declared, his possessiveness hanging heavily in the air. How dare he lay claim to me as if I were some object to be owned? I am nobody’s property! Who gave him the right to own me as his?

“You do not leave this property without permission.“ “You do not speak about the auction.” Fair. “You do not mention the mate bond.” Caleb and Conrad sat up straighter, they didn't know. “You will share my bedroom once the engagement is announced.” Heat flooded my face. “So this isn’t just political,” I said softly. “It’s ownership.” A flicker of something crossed his face. “Yes,” he said. My pulse pounded in my ears. “You belong to me.” The words echoed through the room. I was owned, bought and claimed.

Liam said and I knew he must have lost it all. How could he tell me that he owned me when I was not a piece of jewellery? “I'm not your property. You don't own me, Liam." I barked at him. “Then we can at least check if I do or not," Liam said and dropped his hand. ”You can't. You don't fucking own me." I muttered with gritted teeth. “You don't," I spat back and thrashed against him, but everything ceased to stop when Liam finally let me go.

It's our kink, and I love it. “Did you just say no?” The pads of my fingers dig into her nape. “No, I d-don’t belong to you.” “Is that fucking right?” I up my pace, ramming into her the fastest I ever have until her whimpers and moans break. Until her small body is completely at my mercy, or lack thereof. “Here’s the thing, my Sweetness. I do own you. I own this hole and every other hole in your body and I can fuck them any time. You belong to me and you can’t run from me.”

“From me?” “You don’t need to cover up for me,” he said then, his words smooth and cold. “You are mine. I own you. All of you.” His eyes flickered to my body as he said the last part like a claim, slow and serious. My skin went hot under his words.

I was naked underneath this blanket, for goddess's sake. “The fact that I own everything here.” The way he said it was so casual you would think he was talking about the weather. “I own this room. I own this bed.” His eyes held that confidence as he spoke, not in a way that sounded like he was boasting but more like he was stating facts, which irritated me to the core and, for some reason, made those damn butterflies in my stomach come alive. “I even own you.” My hands tightened at the edge of the blanket I held over my body. “And I remember giving you the same answer yesterday. You do not own me.” I dragged out each word.