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i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…

I was already addicted so having a little more won't change anything right. So I stayed up all night and continued to feed my addiction. My unhealthy addiction. -------------------------------------------------- I have nothing to say. So I'll make this short. Please vote, read, share and comment. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

"Bingo. I had attacked you system and got your attention. While you were busy I managed to get all the information I need but you had also layed a trap for us. You had uploaded a virus on our systems." "Yes I had first just wanted to see what you would do at first but the game had become a little boring so I just sent one of my viruses to stop you mid way." "But I still managed to out smart you in this little game of ours." "Well I appreciate someone smart and even better when he can outsmart me." "Nice I didn't think you could do all this in a matter of hours. You've really outsmarted me." "Before we are done were you the one who made the poison that killed those man didn't you."

This bully actually found his way here to frustrate me again. My phone pinged again. Dante: I can’t wait for you to be my baddie at bedtime. Oh my God. This message literally made me shiver. I felt a strange stirring inside, like I wanted exactly what he had just texted. And I knew what he really meant. God, why was I feeling this stupid over the naughty thing he had just texted? Maybe I am naughty. Because tell me why I understood what he meant by “baddie at bedtime.”

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35

He thinks to himself that he hadn't told hher the full story. At irr he lost everything and had even resorted to drinking. Had considered taking pills at some point to numb the pain. But then, by some compulsion he'd accidentally stumbled into the camgirl site by prpessiing on the add when shed seen herrs. It was awkward, but for some treaon hhe felt angry, thinking that hi life was useless. He'd sent er that amount, and swhen sed thanked him days later, he realised that his life was worth living. He'd taken a step towards his future an sine then, remained addicted to er. She was is only reason and he one wod pulled him out from a dark place.

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?

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

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

Still… his. He laughed behind me, cocky and satisfied. And as I curled up by the flames and glared into the fire, I realized something awful. I wasn’t just trapped with Jax Hart. I was addicted.