Addicted Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

He looked terrible—unshaven, exhausted, broken. "I can't do this," I said when he walked in. "I can't keep wondering if you're going to throw me away. If I'm just another woman you'll pay off when things get complicated." "You're not—" "Let me finish." I moved closer. "I can't keep wondering. But I also can't leave. I'm addicted to you in ways that aren't healthy. In ways that probably mean I need therapy just as much as Aiden did." "So what does that mean?"

I sat there on the bed, cum still leaking out of me, watching the man I was supposed to marry walk out. Marcus locked the door behind him and turned to me, eyes dark with triumph. “Get on your knees, sis. Time to clean my cock again. While your ex drives away thinking about how I just bred his fiancée.” I hated him. But as I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, tasting myself and him together, I knew the truth. I was already addicted. As I sucked Marcus clean on my knees, my phone lit up with a new message from Alex.

We left the place reeking of sex, our bodies spent but souls full. Even in crisis, our happy relationship shone. Packing boxes between orgasms, laughing through the stress, reaffirming love with every thrust and whisper. The extreme addiction wasn't destroying us, it elevated us. Whatever came next, cheap motel fucks, job hunts mixed with risky public quickies, rebuilding somewhere new, our bond would only grow filthier and stronger. Lying among half-packed boxes, cum leaking from every hole, I smiled. "This is us. Addicted forever." Marcus kissed me deeply. "And happier than ever."

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

” I stood there, and looked at him like he was crazy. “W-What are you gonna do to him?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it,” he smirked,”You’ll see later.” I just looked at him then walked over to the fire. Dexter then delivered a punch to Chance’s stomach. He groaned, and Dexter smirked. Aj came back into the room with the blowtorch. He handed the blowtorch to Ken, and he lit it. “You know Chance,” Ken began,”I like you as friend but, I’m really going to enjoy this.”

The kind of love I felt with her was different, unique, and special. "You love her?" He shook his head and looked down. I guess he knew he had messed up badly. But my whole attention was on that word *love*. Were my feelings for her more than an addiction? I never thought the day would come when I would become addicted to love. I stared at him with no emotions in my eyes, but a thought—a thought of giving her everything she has been missing—appeared in my head. "Tell me what have you done to her in the past." I looked at him and shoved one hand in my coat’s pocket. I wanted to know where to start from.

It was soft, reddish, and wet. I eagerly licked it and took in the aroma. This is how she smells and tastes. The taste was so good and the addiction so strong that I couldn't stop thinking about her. "Oohh, Aki, aahh," she muttered as I ate her moist front. I began to lick and suck the juice coming from that area, the place where I would have come from if we were related. Thankfully, that was not the case. I would certainly lose my mind if I could never have her or love her. I'd rather die than not be able to see her as I do now.

Ella walking on the treadmill with her phone in her hand smiling at the message that popped into her phone,not looking forward, and someone mistakenly bumped on her making her phone to slipped from her hold and it scattered. What how dare you Ella yell angrly and grab the stranger clothes with her blue eye ball turning red. Let go of me, the stranger said breathing like someone who ran 800 meters race. Are you insane, look you broke my phone Ella surd angrly.

She was doing things to him so fast he couldn't adjust. Aiden was determined to have her under his command. He wanted her to himself, away from others, including her alpha boyfriend, where he could slowly and carefully work out what he wanted to do with her. He would have her. He would imprison her, he decided; it was the only way she would be his, under his care, under his dominion, not wanting her to run away out of fear when she knows what he is. There was a fierce need in him, hungry and growing each moment, to chain her to his side. But he had to be patient, at least, until Derek casts her aside.

“Let me fck you, Mila. Let me have you tonight, and I’ll set you free.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. I had to try this; maybe if I fcked her, it would break the curse of being addicted to her. Perhaps, then, I could free myself. Getting rid of this deep attraction. Addiction. Obsession. All of this was killing me bit by bit. It was slowly destroying me. “One night. Spend one night with me, kitten. Let me have all of you and do everything I wanted without saying no to anything I'd do to you. I promise, I’ll make it unforgettable.”