Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss Novels & Stories

Friends for benefit then? I'm not in denial, I just don't wanna associate myself with marriage. I guess he hit me hard with our first marriage, and I'm in that constant fear that he will abandon us if anything goes wrong, or if I lose this baby just like I had years ago. I tried, I really tried the entire seven months after Iva was born. But once we crossed the line that night, I couldn't go back to what we were and have this addiction to keep on sneaking into his bed at night.

There’s no escaping it now. “Before I married Giuseppe, I was engaged to another Capo. In his head we were married, so he expected wifely duties from me even though the wedding was almost a year away. One day he got so angry he couldn’t have sex with me yet that he beat me up.” Instinctively, I take a step forward, towards her. “Marina…” “I guess it’s addicting. When he started he couldn’t stop. He said he would, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Was fucking the shit out of Krista and Donna worth risking my marriage over? I knew the answer was no, but that didn't matter. I was addicted. I knew I couldn't help myself and I'd be banging Krista first thing in the morning, and confronting Donna soon, reeling her into my circle of servitude. The real question was: Could I somehow get Abby to go along? I had to, whatever it takes. I was certain that otherwise I'd keep at this deceitful little game until we were caught, and I didn't like the chances of how things would fall out then. ---

, Abigail asked and I dunked another glass down my throat. “He followed me there. He was obsessed with me you see. loving me from a far for so many years and when he approached me, things clicked I guess and now we are married with two kids” I was lying through my teeth but that seemed to have given the women the message. He was mine so back the fuck off. Especially Abigail fucking Arkinson. “Sounds like a fairy tale if you ask me” “What sounds like a fairy tale?” someone’s voice rocked behind me and I turned around.

Huffing I sat again. "Next please." He said. I glared at him badly. Was he mocking me? I bit my inner cheek and thought about the reasons. "Wait... I can't marry you. I don't like and appreciate drunker, non-veg and smokers." I stood up and smirked at him. Now you can't deny it. He tilted his head and looked at space. Haha... deep in thoughts. No drug addict can change his hobbies, not easy after all. Give up dude.

“You’re mine now, Elena. Completely. I expect you here every night. I’m going to fuck you raw until your belly swells with my baby. And you’re going to smile at your husband every day knowing another man bred you.” I nodded weakly, completely broken and addicted. “Yes sir. I’m yours.” He smiled and squeezed my cum-filled ass. “Good girl. Now go home… and sleep with my loads inside you.” I left the office limping, leaking cum down my thighs, already counting the hours until I could come back and let him use me again. My marriage was over. My body belonged to my boss now. And I had never felt more alive.

Looking back now,I have decided at this hour and minute that I would also abandon him and put all my attention to my ever so interesting job and chitchat his parents at night perhaps maybe when we are having dinner or when we are just sitting around leisurely about the attitude of their son towards me . I gat to work today and all my friends at work kept on teasing me wishing me well all the way. My boss was even suggesting that I go for honeymoon but i had quickly told him a NO. He asked me why I said so and I just told him am so addicted to my work and might get sick taking a whole month break from it . We had laughed it off and he couldn't help giving me a warm pat on my back for being

Zakh Three more times, late into the night, I fucked my wife. My wife. I didn't know if or when that phrase would stop getting to me. I'd never thought I'd get married. I would've been content to be a bachelor and remain unattached for the rest of my life. Now that I was married, I couldn't get enough of that phrase. My wife. I was addicted to the fact that she was mine. Mine to possess, to fuck, to protect. Alisa was sworn to me, and I would never forget it.

"I went over to his place... but I didn't fuck him. I couldn't do it. Not now that we're married. I'm your wife. And I don't want to be shared. Not anymore. It was hot and fun while it lasted, and it helped us unlock some parts of us I don't think we would have discovered otherwise. But it was too dangerous. All the unprotected sex, the mixed emotions... how I more or less got addicted... It wasn't fun anymore. The pleasure was there, boy was it there, but it can't continue." "If you've made up your mind, I won't push it. I know I am partly to blame... being sort of enabling it, at least well into the middle of it... maybe we both are. I pushed you too far when you gave me all the reasons an

"He took me to rehab, he pushed me to get better, he bought me a house, and even got me a job. He had been my support system forever. And I... I got addicted to him, instead of the drugs, him." I blinked and a tear rolled down my cheek, I hastily wiped it off before facing everyone with a smile, "And I recently lost him—he's not dead," I laughed, "But I lost him. He is actually now happily married to the love of his life. And don't get me wrong, I'm happy for him. His wife is a sweetheart, the most adorable woman I have ever met and I can see why he fell for her," I shrugged, "Anyone would."