Addict Novel Novels & Stories

A Dangerous Game Morning crept quietly into Vince Donovan’s penthouse, the pale sunlight slipping through the tall glass windows that overlooked the sprawling city below. Tiana woke before him. For a few seconds she simply lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above her. The silk sheets wrapped loosely around her body, their softness almost mocking the chaos inside her chest. Then reality rushed back. Vince Donovan. The man sleeping beside her. The man who had destroyed her life. Her gaze slowly shifted to him.

The guilt about Jake was still there but the addiction grew stronger with every secret meeting. I realized right then that I was becoming completely addicted to this forbidden world. I did not want it to end. I wanted more of these powerful men using me whenever I needed it. The thought made me smile even as cum dripped down my thighs. This taboo game had changed me and I was not ready to walk away from it yet.

“I want to be yours completely.” He held her tighter, his voice low and dangerously possessive. “Then you’re mine now. My secret. My addiction. My personal fucktoy patient. Whenever I want you, however I want you, in my office, in my house, in my car. And you’re going to let me. You’re going to beg for it.” Melinda smiled and nuzzled into his chest, feeling his cum still leaking out of her. “Yes, Doctor.” They fell asleep tangled together, bodies sticky with sweat and cum, both knowing this was only the beginning of something dangerously addictive and completely sinful.

Across the city, inside the heavily guarded villa of Richard Lancaster, chaos simmered. The shipment had arrived, cleared smoothly at the port with the invisible hands of Damian’s father pulling the strings. But when the containers were opened at Lancaster’s hidden compound, the air grew thick with disbelief. The crates were stacked, neat and heavy, but the contents were not what he had been promised. Packs of high-potent weed of a new origin filled the space. The quality was there, yes, but the quantity? Not even close. Lancaster’s face darkened. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as his men opened crate after crate. The weight of silence pressed down on the room.

Ricochet had always been the strongest drug—more addictive, and ten times harder to quit. I was yearning for the right touch, horny as fuck, fully aware that this holy creation of perfection was dragging me straight into breaking every promise I’d made to myself. And the worst part? I wanted to fall. I wanted the taste of whatever heaven he was about to take me. He grabbed my ankle, not rough, not forceful, but firm enough to make my breath hitch. His thumb stroked over the inside of my ankle slowly, lazily, like he had all the time in the world. The touch was light, but it sent heat crawling up my leg.

When I got home, Aiden was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands. "Isabella... why are you back so early? Did something happen?" he asked, clearly surprised. I ignored him and walked straight to my room. Today had officially become the worst day of my life. Even worse than the day I lost my job at the club. Everything had gone downhill from the moment I danced for Draco. My life had twisted in a direction I never asked for. I knew how dangerous he was. I knew the kind of man he was. So why did my body react to him the way it did? Why did I shiver under his gaze? Why did I crave his touch when I knew it would only lead to chaos?

"Because you've tasted what it's like to be truly owned, Lily. You've felt the relief of letting go of the burden of choice. You're addicted to the way I handle you. You're addicted to the way I make you feel small." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I'm addicted to the way you shatter when I tell you to." Lily felt a surge of heat flood her body. He was right. Every word he spoke was a needle, pinning her to the spot, and she loved every second of it. "I am," she whispered. "I am addicted to you." Elias didn't answer with words. He grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her into a kiss that was more of a conquest than a caress. It was a promise of the life to come—

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

DICE The board members were going on and on about a proposal. They shot two or three questions at me on intervals and I kept my responses as short as possible. For the first time since I officially joined Rex Corp, I was not focused on a business meeting. Just a few hours ago, I had my fingers in a certain blonde's cunt and now I could not get her addictive scent out of my head. I knew this feeling too well. ‘This is how an addiction starts.’ My subconscious alerted me. ‘If the victim gets one taste, he wants more. And more. And more. Until the addiction becomes a basic need.’

But soon as the time passed he got addicted to it, and before he could realise the drug began to consume him. But after last night, he understood that his addiction isn’t only consuming him but also affecting other peoples around him. He surely was jealous when Jenny unbotherly danced and enjoyed herself so much in front of all the audience in the club. He wasn’t happy with what he saw in Jenny, she was happy without him while he’s not. That’s the truth even if he denied to accept it, he’s not happy without her and he realised it only after leaving her. And till the time he realised this, it was already too late. In order to calm his racing nerves he took drugs in a such a dangerous dosage