Властный Novels & Stories

I am far too worried about the location of those keys to care about a bit of groping right now. My skin crawls with excitement and disgust as we continue to kiss. Kellan's hands are velvet soft as he caresses my skin with the slightest touch, watching my eyes for reassurance. If I make one face right now, he would bolt. For once since I've been here, I am in control. He pushes himself against me, as if asking permission and I have never been more thankful for my embarrassingly loud stomach growls. Permission denied. Moment ruined. Perfect. He groans and lays flat across me. He is obviously frustrated. I stay still and act tired.

I was fully ready to re vault against him. If he tried to act this stubbornly as he has some kind of right over me or the surrounding people, then he needs to learn a lesson because I am not a girl who has ever dominated nor is going to let anyone. The end of my lip tugged up, watching me fuming at him and his head went up in an unknown kind of pride while tightening his grip possessively over my waist. He clearly enjoyed the glare coming from me as I was praising him for his achievements.

Generally at home he let them free, in a messy condition. He is highly qualified potential bachelor of the town and a business tycoon in technology world, owning artificial intelligence company. He also owns many restaurants and clubs of the town. He has always been a man with strong dominating personality. He is quiet stubborn and rude with thinking of him above everyone else. People around him are bound to listen and compile to his demands. His paramount nature and aggressiveness carries a different aura.

she protested half-heartedly, enjoying the new side she unlocked. "Good, that was the point. You might not know this Noona but I'm a very possessive person and if I feel someone is trying to fight for what's mine, it might lead to chaos," he growled rutting his hips up and she gasped again but this time because she was taken off-guard by his words.

Vegas Clairemont hadn’t always been the hot-blooded bastard everyone knew him to be. He’d grown into the role because being a Clairemont demanded it. Power, wealth, connections… he could summon them all with a single word or a casual snap of his fingers. But what he craved most was control. Real control. The kind that didn’t slip away or fade when the lights went down. Control was permanent. It gave him access to anything he desired, and he had learned early that the only way to truly own a room or a person was to be assertive, dominant, and always ten steps ahead.

"You're going to tear your heart open! Let them help you!" "They don't touch you," Dominic rasped against the side of her neck, his breath a ragged, hot wildfire that made her spine shiver. His long fingers dug deeper into her hip, a declaration of absolute, territorial dominance that defied his own mortality. "I don't care who waits in the penthouse. You are my property, Vivian. I will bleed this city dry before I let another man look at you."

Aston wonders if he will stay like this or will there be someone who can melts the ice in him "then you will throw her away when you are bored? You didn't treat her well at all. You didn't tell her how you felt either. What a coward" Victor is strong and has the greatest pack and the largest territory in Lusevell, but this Alpha's weakness, he is easy to get emotional. He gripped Aston's collar. "I do whatever i want" his voice was as calm as running river. But there's a storm in his eyes "and no one will be able to stop that" Victor let him go. Aston back. Before the wolf took over he controlled it. He didn't want to fight in Victor's territory where he was surrounded by his men.

She didn’t answer. She had him figured out now: Alexander Vanderbilt was powerful, yes—but also ruthless, impulsive, and strangely juvenile in the most dangerous way. He wanted to win at everything, even in love, even in bed. He needed to be chosen, even by a woman he claimed not to care for.

His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm. With a heart as cold and unforgiving as the icy depths of winter, Lefevre was not one to be crossed. His piercing gaze, as sharp as the edge of a blade, could strip a soul bare, exposing its deepest vulnerabilities and laying them open for exploitation. His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core.

My voice turned harsh, accusing. “But no, you’re under my skin. You’re my whore. You fucked yourself into me as sure as I fucked myself into you, you amazing, delectable little slut. You didn’t even know it. I didn’t even know it until it was too late. And I am far, far too selfish. Too territorial with what I truly want. You, I will not share; not give away to anyone. I’m keeping you. You’re mine.” I punctuated my possessiveness with harder and harder jabs.