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Addicted to the way they were making me feel. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Protected. Owned. I took a deep breath that shuddered through my body. The combination of his breath mingling with mine and the tingle of his palm against my neck was heady and intoxicating. The dizzy from his words and the response they’d elicited inside me, I wanted to give in. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him we could do that. That, despite our addictions, two opposite poles, we could make it work.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

Tiana stared at the screen. A second message appeared. Dinner tonight? Her lips curved slightly. So he had already started chasing. Perfect. She typed slowly. Maybe. A moment later his reply came. I’ll take that as a yes. Her smile faded the moment she locked the phone. This wasn't romance. This wasn't attraction. This was war. And Vince Donovan had no idea that the woman he wanted… Was the one preparing to destroy him.

I'm already planning how to get it despite knowing it will destroy everything. I'm addicted. After one encounter in a dark alley, I'm completely fucking addicted. The stalking was supposed to be enough. The watching, the notes, and the controlled distance, it was supposed to satisfy the wanting without ever crossing the line but I crossed it, obliterated it and now there's no going back. I turn off the shower finally, my skin red and raw from the heat. I dry off and then pull on sleep pants. I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, my mind replaying every second.

My chest heaved, my pussy drenched, and my entire body hummed with aftershocks. I stared down at the little thing lying there, still alive, still humming like it hadn't just destroyed me. I slumped to the floor, my heart still pounding like a drum as I realized just how far I'd let myself go. I was already addicted. And yet... I didn't regret a single second. I wanted more. I wanted hands to grope my breasts and a cock slamming into me. It was as if I had just discovered a world I shouldn't, and now I wanted to explore.

The two days leading up to the charity gala were pure torment. My body was a live wire, constantly humming with forbidden need. Every time I closed my eyes, Mr. Rossi’s text burned behind my lids: Beautiful tits and an even prettier pussy. Good girl. Those words had me waking up in the middle of the night with my fingers buried deep inside my soaked cunt, humping my pillow like a desperate slut while moaning his name instead of his son’s. My addiction had shifted, twisted into something darker, more dangerous. Nicolos was safe, familiar. His father was power incarnate—older, commanding, completely off-limits. And that only made me wetter.

When I go back, I'll be good and listen to everyone. Love, Lily By the time Mom finished reading, she was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. "How sad must she have been when she wrote this?" Dad took the letter from her and read it one word at a time. Then he closed his eyes. Tears rolled down his face and fell onto the paper, spreading into small dark stains. Noah had woken up at some point. He stood in the doorway in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes.

Sophia’s failed schemes became fuel in the dirty talk, turning her defeat into our ecstasy. Dawn brought tender aftercare. Marcus washed my marked, cum-covered body in the large tub with gentle hands, massaging every sore muscle and kissing each bruise. In the water, we made slow, loving love, his thick cock grinding deep in my well-used pussy, eyes locked. In bed, the afterglow brought deep conversation. “The warning is there, but Sophia is gone from my projects,” he said, stroking my hair. “We made it.” I curled against him. “This extreme addiction is our happiness. The HR storm, Elena’s growing gaze, the voyeurism, the fisting, DP, breath play, swing, machine, and endless creampies, it al

The morning after our all-night fuck-fest, I woke up sore in the best possible way. My pussy throbbed deliciously, swollen and sticky with Alex’s dried cum. He had slipped out of my room just before dawn, leaving only a quick, filthy kiss and a whispered promise: “Today’s going to be fun, baby.”

A loud sob escaped my throat when he placed his lips over my neck and my throat choked with emotions when he sucked over it while drawing circles on my waist. I have never allowed any male to come near me let alone touch because somewhere in the back of my mind, from the beginning Aldrich was my everything. I have never even imagined any other male. And now the way this monster is touching me, I am feeling disgusted to another level. "Now, I got why Aldrich is addicted to you" he mumbled against my skin "your touch, your smell, your presence, everything is intoxicating like a drug. I want to touch you again and again"