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Addicted to You - Chapter 3

Author: Janne Vellamour
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-02 00:15:08

The following days were torture for Deyse. After that night at Ashan's penthouse, she had sworn to herself it would be the last time. She tried to convince herself it was nothing but an indiscretion, an explosion of desire that needed to be forgotten before it turned into something worse. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw herself again, arched back on the leather sofa, feeling his hands dominate every inch of her body.

At work, her concentration had evaporated. In the shower, the memories came with force, and her fingers, no matter how much they tried to replicate what he did, could never come close to the intensity. She slept poorly, dreaming of his touch, waking up drenched and irritated.

It was addiction. She knew it. And the more she tried to pull away, the stronger it seemed to become.

On the third night, exhausted from fighting herself, she decided to go out to dinner alone. A discreet restaurant, away from downtown, where she believed she could breathe without feeling
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