Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

Was that so? My eyes closed, savoring his warm touch and low tone, and my body felt so comfortable with his presence behind me. I felt aroused, so calm, so familiar. I shouldn’t be thinking about such things now, but deep down, I couldn’t bring myself to forget his presence. “I have to take a shower,” I murmured. The longer he held me, the more I worried about controlling myself. I had to admit, I was addicted to him. His brutal punishments and mind-blowing orgasms had become my new addiction. But Miron had taken all that away from me. He hadn’t touched me this brutally lately. Would anything change just because we were married?

Melinda’s eyes widened in surprise but she remained quiet, sensing the weight of his voice. “She died ten years ago in a freak accident. When I lost her… I lost myself as well. She was the love of my life and when she left me, I couldn't handle it. I started drinking, smoking, and chasing women. Anything to numb the pain I was feeling.” He paused, his fingers tightening into fists as if trying to hold back a flood of emotions. “One night, I came back drunk. As I sat down in my parlor, I tried to light a cigarette but it didn't budge. Out of frustration, I threw it away not knowing it had already lit.”

I had spent years studying ancient mythology, and suddenly every story about divine pleasure made perfect sense. Six weeks after we met he asked me to marry him. I said yes without thinking twice. I walked away from my PhD and started working at his small gym back in Colorado Springs. At the time I did not regret it. Most nights he would drag me into bed and fuck me hard enough that I forgot everything else. Afterwards he would roll over and fall asleep like a satisfied animal. Looking back, I realise I spent fifteen years completely blind because I was addicted to that man. While I was busy loving him, he was quietly drowning us in debt.

I decided to drink with her. "Pour a glass for me," I said to her, and took out another glass from the cabinet. She poured me a drink, then we clicked our glasses together. "It was just stupid, and my boss has been hitting on me for ages. We had sex once, and he is married, so I do not want to go after a married man," she said, and I pressed my lips in a hard line after taking a sip from my glass.

He removed my little wet hair from the back and his lips met with the back of my neck giving me a burning sensation all over my body. A low moan left my throat. How can my body betray me and obey him? He turned me and my eyes were still low, not ready to meet his unwanted stare. Holding my chin he made me look up in his eyes but still, my eyes were low, not ready to feel that unwantedness which he didn't fail to give from the movement I entered this house. “Look at me,” he said in a bone-shivering voice which made me look into his eyes. His face was holding a satisfied smirk because I obeyed him without questioning him back. “I want you not to tell anyone at the office that we are married an

“I’m going to keep you full of my cum every day. I’m going to fuck you in our families’ houses. I’m going to make you crave me until you can’t imagine life without your enemy inside you.” I came again, weaker this time but no less intense, my body completely surrendered to him. As we lay tangled together afterward, his cum leaking down my thighs and his strong arms holding me possessively against his chest, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn’t want to escape. I was addicted to my enemy. And this dark, forbidden marriage was only just beginning.

His grandparents still busied him every day, got married and stopped them for doing nonsense. Just some words weren't good for Jones. Jones thought for a while and said, “We Walker family won’t divorce easily, so the enquiry from Ms Clara wasn't easy for me.” Clara was disappointed. She understood the response from Jones, as marriage was a lifelong matter. No one will get into a marriage just because of loving the feeling of ‘deep connection’ just at one night, especially the perfect guy like this. The marriage of a big family CEO should be serious. “Sorry to bother you.”

“Aziel raped me when we were dating. He took advantage of my innocence and love.” “So?” Alden's lips parted, as if that was none of his business. “I am terminating the contract. I can't go on with this marriage. I can't act like your wife when I know Aziel is your brother,” she replied sadly. “Are you terminating the contract because you are trying not to remember what happened or because you are afraid of him?” Alden asked, his gaze piercing through hers, as if he could see through her. She hesitated before she replied, “Both. I don't want to have anything to do with Aziel or the people around him.”

she explained and wiped out the mucus running down from her nose. “I can’t help but be a little bit strict with men because I don’t want to be played again after her dad dumped me when I told him I was three months pregnant. Life was a living nightmare for me so I had to move over to this city and started serving there as a waiter, the club I mean. When I was about to give birth, I had difficulties birthing her on my own so I had to use the other way round but no money for that so I borrowed a loan from my boss. A week after my delivery, I returned but there was no vacancy in my previous post and they said they wanted to open a stripping show and I had to be among them since I owed them lots

He smiles. “Alex stopp. We can't afford to be seen together.” “It's not like we're kissing.” “I'm an intern.” “And?” “They would think we're something, and it would become workplace gossip that the director is favoring an intern he's fu*king.” His brows raised. “Wow!” “Yes.” “Well I wouldn't want to do that to you,” he inches closer until his face is so close to mine, while my neck folds back at his closeness, “such insults wouldn't suit you. I'd like everyone to know that we are married.”