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DANGEROUS ADDICTION: Sex, Love and Scandal “Everything I hate...Yet Crave.” A collection of several steamy, twisted, highly erotic short stories and filled with dark sexual fantasies and desires. DISCLAIMER ️ This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships.

BLURB This collection explores intense forbidden relationships, complex power dynamics, age-gap tensions, and the dangerous pull of connections that could unravel everything. Expect dark authority, taboo family ties, and characters drawn into emotional and psychological entanglements they know they should resist. FILTHY ADDICTION delivers gripping, addictive stories of temptation, transformation, and the slow erosion of boundaries. Each story is a full-length, heart-pounding forbidden journey stretched across 5 to 7 explosive chapters. You’ll feel the slow-building tension and shifting power as innocent curiosity collides with overwhelming authority, leading to irreversible changes. These aren’t gentle romances. These are dark descent stories where good girls and boys are pulled into the orbit of commanding figures who challenge every rule they once lived by.

MATURE CONTENT ⚠️⚠️ "So good, boss. Suck me. Suck me like the slut I've been pretending not to be. Mmn, so good~ Don't stop, keep sucking. I love the feel of your tempting lips pleasuring my lucky nipple. It so turns me on. Mmn~" ……………………………………………………………………………………This collection contains addictive passion, possessive lovers and dangerously attractive stories that will keep you up all night. one kiss can ruin you. one touch can consume you. And once desire takes hold.....there's no turning back.

I am born lucky. One can say I'm a money magnet. I'd even win a car when buying a can of soda. The company relies on the numbers I pick to win bids. We go from the brink of bankruptcy to the third-largest company in the city. Then, during a business trip, I casually buy a lottery ticket and win 3,000 dollars. The newly hired finance manager, Owen Pearson, immediately demands that I turn over the entire prize. When I explain that I bought the ticket with my own money, he flies into a rage. "Any profit generated during working hours belongs to the company! Who do you think you are? How dare you refuse to follow company policy? If you win three million dollars after work, that's your business. But if you win three dollars during work hours, that's company property!" I can't be bothered to argue with him, so I call the CEO's fiancée, Macy Sanford. To my surprise, she agrees with him. "He has a point. If the company hadn't paid for your business trip, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to win the lottery in the first place." Owen is even more smug as he orders, "Just hand over the money. The 3,000 dollars will be deducted from your paycheck, and we'll deduct another 30 thousand dollars as a penalty for embezzling company funds. That should teach you a lesson." I tighten my grip on the lottery ticket and say nothing more. One week later, the company participates in the biggest bidding project of the year. Everyone turns to look at me, expecting me to provide the winning numbers. I simply smile and say, "Sorry. I've already resigned. I have no obligation to fill out the bid proposal anymore."

One contract. Two broken hearts. Zero chance of walking away. My life shattered in a single night. Betrayed by my fiancé, drowning in my family's debt, with nowhere left to turn. Then he appeared. Damien Cross. Billionaire. Bastard. The most dangerous man I've ever met. His offer was simple, marry me for one year. Save your family. Ask no questions. I should have said no. Should have seen the trap. But desperation makes you reckless, and I signed my name next to his at 3am in a Vegas chapel, our hands shaking with rage and champagne. The rules were clear: Separate bedrooms, No feelings, When the contract ends, we walk away But... We broke every single one. Now I'm trapped in his world of glass towers and cruel games, where every touch is a weapon and every kiss is a war. He looks at me like I'm his to own, like he'd burn down the world to keep me. I hate him. I crave him. I'm addicted to the chaos we create. But contracts expire. Lies unravel. And when I discover the devastating truth about why he really married me, I'll have to choose, walk away with my heart intact—or stay and let his obsession consume us both. He warned me not to fall in love with him. So, he should have warned himself.

"I want your body, heart and soul would you give them to me?" "I..." "I know you can't, so when you are ready to trade those with me Cupcake. I'll be waiting for you." She was his addiction, she was his long time crush. She works as a maid. He's the CEO of a famous company. She's nice, he isn't. She's an angel while he's the devil. They are worlds apart, opposite worlds that aren't supposed to meet. He never noticed her, he never did even though she's been working in his mansion for the past five years. A meeting changed their whole life completely, she was always watching him from afar, admiring him but when fate decided to start playing games with them he became addicted to her and she fell madly in love with him even though after knowing that loving him will bring her nothing but pain. She was his little lamb, his cupcake and "His Addiction."