All Chapters of Addicted to The Treacherous: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Where did you come from? Your smell so good?"The question as well as the warmth Matthew felt when his date whispered was actually able to increase his curiosity many times over. If only the threat Matthew got from his grandfather about behaving in front of the girl, he might have been more wildly seductive."I took a shower at a friend's place after I got tired. I want to meet Karin who is this cute. Do I stink?"Matthew could still gently stroke Karin's cheek, soft as a manicured silk rug. There was no trace of powder or makeup on his fingers like when he touched other women who often sought attention. Karin is different. Her sweet scent was like candy that instantly paralyzed Matthew's sense of smell to the other pleasures of meeting her."I'm fine." Karin took another sip of her glass from the end of the straw, the sourness of the orange syrup could not be disguised in the mix, as Matthew easily said. She chose to watch the crowd in the center of the floor when Matthew's drink ca

Maureen was still gasping from Darren's brutal tongue play. While the culprit causing the woman to weaken at the edge of the bed is still leaning on the edge of the bed, looking up at the ceiling of the room filled with paintings of the night sky.Darren wasn't demanding what a man would normally want, he was just trying something different and it turned out that Maureen's satisfaction could make him a little proud of surviving."I'm not an escape from your problems, Uncle." Maureen fixed her bathrobe and sat down on the floor, right next to Darren without getting closer. There was a distance she had deliberately built up out of suspicion."Sorry." Darren's response reinforced Maureen's suspicions. A grown man with an active sexual life had a habit of running every morning?If Maureen had someone like Darren, she would keep him in her arms all day long. To hell with the world if money could still flow into their coffers.But to take that harsh treatment as punishment? Does Maureen enj

"The kids are looking for you." Iqlima stopped in Darren's office before she going work and immediately questioned, "Where were you yesterday?" Their fight in the suite hadn't ended that night. There was no fair talk let alone hot romance. They just kept silent until they got home. Iqlima's accusations provoked him to make it happen. It was no use Darren denying or trying to stay away from any woman if he always ended up being the one blamed. "Jogging," Darren replied. There was no mistake or lie in what he said. Darren does have a daily routine of running to some place everyday, steadily increasing the distance and Maureen's house is the furthest from his target that day. He doesn't regret in the slightest that he can get his release through various means, Maureen has a knack for satisfying him. "All day long?" she probed, standing directly between Darren's stool and the desk. Her hand gripped her husband's shoulder. "I was embarrassed to come to the school family gathering alo

No penetration, just a short-cut leather whip that is repeatedly applied to Maureen's backside. Ben is initially hesitant to follow the wishes of a woman he has found strange since he met her. Ben is not bothered because he is used to meeting all kinds of characters in his work as a freelancer for many publishers. There are writers who do experience a life full of nuances of eroticism, there are also those who make writing bed activities as an escape from real life that does not allow them to realize their imagination.From requests for companionship in the wee hours of the morning, to requests for video calls that lead to the kind of sex that happens all the time. But trying out his tools for research purposes?Ben hasn't done that at all. Most of the objects he owns are limited to matching the images described by the author with the experience of seeing and holding them in person. "That was fun," Maureen admitted as she accepted Ben's thick blanket to cover the front of her body

"Where?" asked Maureen, who had arrived home first and grabbed her juice box from the refrigerator.Seeing his gender-disparate twin approach her by sitting on the pull out chair in the kitchen attached to the dining room, Maureen knew for sure that Matthew would only do two things, either show off or be sarcastic. They were not that different."A date." Didn't sound like a very pleasant thing to say from a young man who was used to having a good time at night.Especially if Maureen had observed her mom's daily talk about Matthew's dates in the last two weeks."Dating every day?" Maureen was suspicious because it was unusual for Matthew to stick with one partner until her mind stopped at one eye-opening conjecture. "Don't you feel sorry for your girl? I can't go out anymore. The other day I just knocked you out.""I didn't say I left the game." Matthew took off the suit coat that lined his fitted shirt on the table, walked over to Maureen only to take the juice box in hand and was dis