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All Chapters of Addicted Angel in the Hospital Bed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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Chapter 1

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak.By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.This compulsion was seriously affecting my daily life. I confided in my professor about my struggles, and he suggested that I see a doctor.That day, I went to the women's clinic. After checking in, I lay on the examination table, staring at the empty room. The faint scent of male hormones lingered in the air.The itch started again. Between my legs, it felt like ants crawling inside, and my mind was flooded with thoughts of men.It was unbearable.With no

Chapter 2

In an instant, my blood was on fire. My entire body trembled uncontrollably, and moans spilled from my throat.My face flushed hot as a ripe peach, and my legs began to give way beneath me. It felt too good. The desire inside me surged wildly, spiraling out of control.I gripped the bedsheet until my knuckles turned white, struggling against the maddening, soul-shaking itch.It was humiliating to have a man touch me there, yet somewhere beneath the shame, a forbidden thrill pulsed. I craved him to be rougher."N-no, please, I can't take much more," I gasped. "Don't go any deeper."My whole body felt as if it were being squeezed and crushed."You're very sensitive here," he observed. "To properly treat this, I'll have to use a special method."A special method?Before I could even process what was happening, a soft, wet sensation pressed against me from below, gliding gently along me.Was that his tongue?I couldn't believe it. How could a doctor treat a patient this way? The

Chapter 3

Was I just naturally that kind of woman, who craved being treated roughly by a man? The rougher he was, the more excited I became. What was wrong with me?Facing Eric, my legs parted without control, aching for him to fill me.Just as he was about to enter me, the hospital door suddenly swung open. The real doctor had walked in.He shook his head sympathetically when he saw the two of us on the bed. "Your condition is really severe. You can't even control yourself in a hospital."At the sight of him, Eric scrambled off the bed, pulled on his clothes, and bolted out the door without looking back.I felt even more embarrassed and hurriedly pulled my pants back on. The real doctor began the examination, and I had to admit he was professional. Rather than starting by removing my pants, he first connected me to a series of instruments.Ironically, this proper, clinical approach didn't stir me at all. In contrast, Eric's rough method had instantly triggered my cravings, leaving me

Chapter 4

I told him everything, confessing that at the hospital that day, I had truly wanted him. I had fallen for his rough, untamed side and longed to be with him completely. Maybe if I could experience him fully just once, it would cure me entirely.We became a couple. Eric spoiled me daily with delicious food, and I was completely lost in the sweetness of our love.Of course, Eric had developed quite the appetite for my body as well. With his relentless stamina, he claimed me senseless every single time, wringing orgasm after orgasm from my willing body.After Eric had satisfied me, I noticed a real difference. I could wear a skirt without feeling awkward, travel on crowded subways without being triggered, and even attend swimming lessons I had previously avoided.It was all due to Eric's method. It worked, and only through this could my cravings be satisfied and my symptoms stay at bay.However, Eric had some unusual fetishes. He enjoyed involving others in our play.He would bring

Chapter 5

People said the quickest way to a woman's heart was through that one door.In my case, Eric was the only man who had ever been in me, and I loved him with blind devotion. He knew exactly how much I loved him, yet he was using a breakup as a threat.But this time, for reasons I could not explain, I did not back down. He was always acting so superior and trampling over my feelings and self-respect.Did he ever truly love me? He was good at sweet talk, but I could never tell if he meant a word of it. He was older, experienced, and nothing like the boys my age, whose emotions and thoughts were written on their faces. When they liked me, they blushed just by looking at me. But with Eric, I felt like I could never read him at all.When he decided he was done with me, we just walked away like it was an unspoken breakup.Still, I missed him and felt so pathetic like some desperate slut, begging to be wanted.After leaving Eric, the restless craving in my body started aching up again. E

Chapter 6

I never thought Eric would humiliate me with such filthy words.My mind buzzed and went blank. How could he be that cruel? I gave him all my love, but to him, I was just a toy. Worse, I was just one in a long line of women he had discarded.I had suspected he did not love me as much as I loved him, but I never imagined the truth would be this ugly.I walked away devastated as a sudden downpour drenched the city. I was heartbroken again, but this time, I wouldn't grovel. I wouldn't drown my sorrows in alcohol or wallow in misery. A scum like him did not deserve a single tear of mine.I used the little time I had left to catch up on all the studies I had neglected. Thankfully, I had a solid foundation, so my grades clawed their way back to the top.I swore that I had to succeed and take revenge on Eric. He was a bastard and a womanizer, so I wanted to make his life hell. I would make sure he lost everything and drag him from his pedestal.My investigation revealed that Eric just

Chapter 7

The satisfaction of seeing the look on his face was indescribable. I greeted them with a polite "Hello, Mr. Buckley," and extended my hand.He locked me with a deadly glare until Karl reminded him. "What's up, Dad? Lindsey's trying to shake your hand."Only then did he take my hand.When I lightly grazed his palm with my nails, he jerked back as if he had been burned.Above the table, everyone maintained perfect manners, but under it was a different story.Starting at the pant leg, I worked my way up to Eric's thigh, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Just as I was about to unbuckle his belt with my nimble toes, he snapped."I need to use the restroom."I could tell that he was clearly aroused. "Babe, I need to go, too," I told Karl.Just as I arrived at the door of the restroom, he emerged. Without a word, he pinned me against the sink and tightened his hand around my throat. "Why you? What the hell have you done to my innocent son?""You saw it yourself, so why ask?"His grip

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