Addicted After All Novels & Stories

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

Tomorrow the real war would begin. And I was going to enjoy watching their empire burn while Kane fucked me through every victory. I kissed Kane deep and whispered against his lips. I want it all. He smiled dark and proud. You will have it my greedy queen. Every single piece. The addiction had turned into something much more dangerous. I was no longer just addicted to Kane’s cock. I was addicted to power. And I was ready to take everything.

Fucking as Drunken gets you revved up to a maximum level and it can cancel out your perception and maybe show you things that aren’t there, so it was very possible that all those images that were in my mind of Maya underneath me, in front of me, above me as he rode me like an a****n, were due to alcohol. But tasting Maya as sober, being able to feel her skin under my fingers, hearing her moans and her voice screaming my name as she squeezes my dick and comes over me like a fury, I think it was the closest experience to heaven. I was convinced that, after spending a whole weekend fantasizing about her, after I had her, I would stop obsessing. After I got that pebble off I could move on and lo

“I am aware you were addicted to cocaine last year. You had no choice but to stop because your dealer got arrested. You help me, I will become your new dealer.” “I quit already!” I replied firmly. “And you know what? I'm glad I did. It did no good for my life. I've quit, I don't need your deal.” “Oh, is that so?” Duncan asked, a smirk on his face. “You will change your mind, Julia. Once addicted, always addicted. Take my deal and I'll hand you all the coke you'll need forever.”

And that was the most fucked up thing of all. --- THE END Or maybe just the beginning. Because addiction doesn't end. It just keeps burning. And we were both already ash.

It fueled the fire within me to break him, to dismantle his resistance piece by agonizing piece, and then to remold him into the perfect image of my desire: a submissive possession, utterly devoted and compliant. I swear, I felt like I'd stumbled upon some potent, addictive drug. Tristan was that drug, an intoxicating addiction that sunk its claws into me the moment I first tasted him. I already bedded countless men and women, each encounter a fleeting amusement, a temporary distraction. None of them had even come close to igniting the fire that Tristan had unleashed within me.

I stood there trembling, dress rumpled, ass painted with his seed, pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. Alexander pulled me into a deep, surprisingly gentle kiss, then whispered against my lips: “Go home, baby. Think about Daddy’s cock while you’re lying in bed tonight. Because this forbidden little secret? It’s only just beginning.” As I drove away, his cum still sticky on my skin and his words echoing in my head, I knew one thing for certain. I was completely addicted. And I couldn’t wait to be ruined.

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

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