All Chapters of ADDICTED TO YOU: Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

Chapter 5 The second the last word left my mouth, everything broke. Andrew’s control didn’t fray it shattered. One of his hands locked hard around my hip, the other still fisted in my wet hair, and he drove forward in one brutal, perfect thrust. The thick length of him shoved inside me all the way to the hilt in a single stroke, stretching me open so suddenly and so completely that a raw, broken cry tore out of my throat. The burn of it mixed with blinding relief. Every empty, aching place inside me finally filled. My arms nearly collapsed under me. The entire car rocked with the force of it. “Fuck” The word ripped out of him, low and wrecked, like it had been punched from his chest. “Lena… god” He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back almost all the way and slammed home again, harder, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy in the small space. The tight confines of the back seat forced every thrust to be short and deep and devastating. There was nowhere for either

Chapter 2 I still hadn’t pulled my dress down. Julian’s fingers were still wet with me when he turned the faucet back on just a thin stream, enough noise to blur whatever sounds we made. He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. One hard step and he had me pinned between the island and his body, chest to my back, the thick ridge of his cock grinding against the curve of my ass through his jeans. His free hand closed around my throat not choking, just holding tilting my head so his mouth could find my ear again. “Look at the doorway,” he ordered, voice barely above a whisper. I tried to keep my eyes on the dark window. He tightened his grip just enough to make the choice clear. Slowly, shakily, I turned my head. The living room archway framed Marcus perfectly: head tipped back against the couch cushion, mouth soft, one arm dangling, remote still loose in his fingers. The television painted restless blue light across his face. He looked peaceful. Completely unaware that fifteen fee

Chapter 4 He didn’t make me ask twice. Julian pulled out of me so suddenly the loss made me gasp empty, throbbing, dripping down my thighs. Before I could straighten, his hands were on my waist. He spun me, dropped to the cold kitchen floor in one smooth motion, and dragged me down with him. My knees hit the tile on either side of his hips. The thin fabric of my dress was still bunched under my breasts; my panties remained shoved uselessly to the side. Nothing separated us now except the thick, glistening length of his cock standing hard between my spread thighs. He gripped my hips and pulled me down onto him in one continuous, merciless slide. I sank onto every inch of him until I was fully seated, stretched wide, the head of his cock pressing against the deepest part of me. The angle was different deeper, heavier, almost overwhelming. A broken sound tried to escape my throat. Julian’s hand shot up and covered my mouth, eyes locked on mine in the low light. “Quiet,” he breathed.