Possesive Love Romane & Geschichten

My Possession. And now I know about my feelings for you. Story of New York billionaire MONSTER Vs Indian Beauty. A Story of Monster's Madness, possessiveness and obsession.... "I want to break you into tiny pieces at the same time I also want to mend you", DAVISH GREY His love was Dark and Dominant but she was his SUNSHINE.. He was passionate about her but She was afraid of him and his possessiveness.. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“I burn for you, Sofia. And you know that kind of love is stronger.” I clenched my fists. “Love?” I spat. “You call this love?” Thomas smiled, but there was nothing soft about it. “Yes,” he said simply. “Love isn’t just gentle words and soft touches, sweetheart. It’s possession. It’s the kind of hunger that never dies, the kind that makes you need to own someone completely.” A shiver ran down my spine. He leaned in, his voice lowering. “You think Theo’s the first man who ever looked at you like you were his whole world?” His fingers traced the edge of my wrist, where the rope had left angry red marks. “He’s not.”

"Is there really? Because everyone I've ever known who claimed to love someone left them. My mother loved me and she left. My father loved my mother and he cheated on her. Richard loves Rosaline and he's fucking his ex wife behind her back. Every single person in my life who has ever said the word love has used it as an excuse to hurt someone." I walked back to the computer and sat down. The screen glowed in front of me, the email still open, the evidence still attached. "So maybe this is what love looks like for someone like me. Possession. Obsession. The inability to let go even when letting go would be the kinder thing to do. Maybe I don't know how to love someone without wanting to own e

We were bound by obsession, passion, and the unbreakable, intoxicating pull of our love. I am allowing his territorial possessiveness to own me as his Isla in this vast Ocean he calls his. And anyone who dared challenge it would burn.

"What I do know is this: when you smile at me, it's the best part of my day. When you argue with me, I want to kiss you silent. When you're scared of me, it breaks something inside me. When you choose to stay despite everything, it feels like a gift I don't deserve. I don't know if that's love, April. But it's the closest I've come to it in twelve years. It's the closest I'll probably ever get." My throat is tight. "That's not nothing." "It's not love either. Love is supposed to be gentle, selfless, pure. What I feel for you is possessive, selfish, dark. I want to own you, keep you, mark you so thoroughly that no one else ever looks at you. That's not love. That's something twisted." "Maybe

For all intents and purposes, she was on a journey to make sure that he was all but dead to her. People usually mistook her for a soft and harmless girl... Yes, she was soft and harmless in most aspects, but when it came to love, she was nothing short of fierce and fiery. She would neither take quarter nor give it. In love, she was selfish and possessive. Be it her son or the man she loved, she strongly believed that she and she alone had the right to love them and to be loved by them 100%. Nobody else was permitted to love them have as much as she did, not to mention loving them more than she did which she considered worse than a felony!

Torrid heat swamps me, my legs go weak, and I scrape my fingers over his broad back so I have something solid to hold on to. He drags his lips down my throat and along my collarbone, nipping and licking as he goes, leaving behind the promise of devouring me when all is said and done. I have little doubt that I will awaken in the morning to discover myself covered in tiny love bruises. Love. I very nearly scoff. There will never be any love between us. Even what is passing between us now resembles love not in the least. It is all about possession, claiming what he has gained through marriage, taking ownership of what is now rightfully his.

However, his eyes showed possession as he began to tighten his grip on my neck and my thigh to keep me in place. “Just remember this, my love. Even if you change, my love will never change. I will love and possess you in every way possible, and not even fate can stop me. All these what-ifs and why not will not only be words. I’ll make it into reality and make sure you’re mine alone.” I felt like he was going to entirely choke me as he started to move forward and kissed me roughly on the mouth, his hand on my neck and his other hand holding my waist tight was possessive. I closed my eyes, and my body burned with his tight hold and movement.

He paused at the door, “When you make up your mind what you want and let me know.” As I watched the door shut I sighed, was I in the wrong here? Trust was earned and he hasn’t exactly been the best about being honest. My last relationship had been controlling and I ran from it. Lucas wasn’t abusive, he didn’t cheat that I knew of but he had the controlling thing down. Looking up I felt a tear slid down my cheek. Lucas wanted to protect me, but he made me feel more like a possession of his sometimes.

"If I'm too pushy and become controlling in any way I want you to tell me.Don't be afraid to speak your mind. As for my possessiveness towards you I don't think that will ever change. I don't want any man near you,it makes me angry.Dios!I can't even stand the fact that they look at you but yet again I don't blame them.You are a very beautiful woman sweetheart with a goddess of a body." "I'm yours and yours alone.Only you have my heart and body,that will never change.Not for anyone.Don't doubt my love or what I feel for you."He kissed her firmly on the lips,she sank further into him.Nothing was said further when he pulled her on top of him so that their bodies can do the talking.Alex's level