Addicted Novels & Stories

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug smuggler. What does that spell out to you." She yelled at him. "You will tell me the truth right now Chrissy, why did you do what you did? What harm did nAdam ever do to you, why did you do this?"She yelled

He never wanted to stop, he had a new found addiction. Forbidden, but it felt so right and damn it he didn't give a fuck anymore.

"Clara... that was..." "Intense," I whispered, curling up. Addiction deepened, the cycle unbroken. What now?

Her legs were wide open, showing her red, swollen, well-used cunt. She smiled weakly, her eyes half-closed with exhaustion and satisfaction. “I feel… destroyed. But I feel alive. I’ve never cum so much in my life.” She paused, then whispered softly, almost ashamed: “And I already want more.” The three men smiled. They knew they had awakened something dangerous inside her. This married woman was no longer satisfied with her quiet life. She was addicted now.

The woman’s desperate cries filled my headphones as the men drilled into her without mercy. My thighs pressed together, and a strange flutter moved through my chest as I watched her get used like a toy, unable to tear my eyes away. It was as if I’d been hypnotized. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. Heat gathered beneath my skin and I felt myself getting wet. “You’re so fucking sweet.” The man behind her slapped her ass, the sharp crack loud in my headphones the room as the scene continued. Her tits swung back and forth with his movement, and I swallowed hard. My thighs slowly parted, my eyelids growing heavy as I remained transfixed by the screen.

One reckless night changed everything. The worst day of Luna Hart’s life began with betrayal. She caught her boyfriend cheating with the one person she hated most, her sworn enemy. Broken and desperate to escape the pain, Luna drowned herself in a night of passion with a devastatingly handsome stranger whose name she never planned to remember. By morning, she was gone. But that single mistake left her with something unforgettable, a child. Pregnant, alone, and terrified, Luna disappeared from the city, determined to protect her son and bury the past forever. Six years later, she returns home believing her secret is safe. Until she comes face to face with Blake Vaughn. Cold. Powerful.

“So we don’t dismiss it. We admit the addiction has an emotional body now. And we still ice. We still yellow. We still have a meeting at ten. That is how far in we are.” She closed her eyes. Marked. Used. Full. Dawn in the loft. The all-night immersion had not emptied the craving. It had made the weight impossible to call anything else—and neither of them, raw under the beam, was going to pretend the next free night would be spent sleeping.

“Even when he comes back, you’ll still sneak over here every chance you get. Mommy still needs her young cock. And you’re going to keep feeding it to me, aren’t you, baby?” Jake nodded, already addicted beyond saving. “Yes, Mommy.”

“What now.” “Now we wait.” --- Adrian called at two in the afternoon. Kael looked at the name on the screen for two rings before answering. "I've been thinking about the integration," Adrian said. His voice had a quality to it Kael hadn't heard before. Careful in a different way. Not the practiced smoothness of a man controlling a conversation but the tightness of one monitoring himself. "I think we should accelerate." "I told you. I'm not moving until the secondary review is complete."