Addicted Chinese Novels & Stories

"Need you to fuck me. Need you to make me come. Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want." "Anything?" Dante's fingers withdrew completely, leaving me empty and aching. "Tell us exactly what you want. Be specific." "Want you both inside me," I said desperately, past caring how I sounded. "Want to feel you come inside me. Want you to make me come so hard I can't think. Want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name. Please." "Such a greedy little thing," Dante said with dark satisfaction. "But since you begged so nicely..."

Background histories. Women. Dozens of them. Tiana’s breath caught. “What is this?” Lucas scrolled. “They all have something in common. Financial hardship. Family tragedy. Health issues. Emotional vulnerability.” Her stomach dropped. “He’s been selecting candidates,” she whispered. “For what?” Vince asked. Lucas looked grim. “Psychological influence. Controlled proximity. He was trying to find someone who could get close to you.” The realization hit like a physical blow. “I wasn’t the only one,” Tiana said.

WU Addiction, a habit or practice that damages, jeopardizes or shortens one's life but when ceased causes trauma. Addiction, no matter how fancy one describes it, it damages. It is the fact that you do something, you know hurts you. But just keep doing it, because of something temporary, something you feel. ~ Wu is a softie. Beneath those thick yards of woman material that craved drugs was just a really just a messed up piece of shit.

I begged her and promise not to drink nor smoke again,but who was I kidding it was already in me,I'm used to it,I'm already addicted to it. I always tried to make sure that she doesn't suspect that I'm still a drug addict,and everything was going flowly for us. On one faithful day Mom traveled and decide to lodge in a hotel, she saw Safeenah and her friends,I'm very sure it was her friends but she believe that Safeenah was also a bad girl and she believe she is a bad influence to me,since then Mom never want to see her around me,I tried all my best to explain to her but she never listen to me

I went on banging, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed in front of a room, my skin burning. Then, the door opened, and I heard a woman's voice. Sweet and damn too addictive to my ears. I never forced myself on women, nor did I go around sleeping with them. I kept my needs in control. I had no intention of throwing myself at her, but the drug was fucking with my head along with that woman who smelled exotic. I didn’t have any clear memory of how she smelled—hell, it had been six years. It was all a blur afterward. I recalled nothing after I indulged her. The next morning, I woke up, and the earring was the only fragment of truth left in the room.

Xavier POV Archer and I always went club for stress reliever. You know hot sex is the best stress reliever if I may say. After drinking a few rounds. Girls immediately flocking at us. Women are always like this. When you have money and looks they will beg for you. And that's exactly what I want. Two girls made their way to me. As the both sit in my lap now. Wow! Well well! What's with this girls up to now? Threesome? Hahaha.. I won't back out!

Sean went home early. He sat in his lush living room. The TV was blaring but he was uninterested in the show. He had more important things in his mind. What did Lilian even see in Damian that kept her crawling back to him? Even after what he did to her, she was still talking to him as if he hadn't almost fucked her to death. If this was an addiction, it was a terrible and unhealthy one. He looked around. Was it wealth? He was wealthy too but not as rich as Damian of course. Was it sex? He was just as good as Damian in bed. He wasn't packing down there as much as Damian but he knew how to use what he had. Damian's size was porn-star-like. There was no way that thing was natural.

"Adrian doesn't know this exists." "No. And Voss has never been here. As far as she knows she was recruited by a private investment group with no connection to Thorne Dynamics." "So we leave her in place." Lucian moved to stand beside him. "She's a channel. Adrian trusts the information that comes through her because it's been reliable. If we remove her now he knows something changed. If we leave her, we control what he receives." "Feed him false information." "Carefully. Enough to make him feel secure moving forward. Enough to make him commit to a timeline that works for us."

I didn’t have any kinks. I strolled away, but I could still hear her moan. Love is a name of the sweetest feelings that comforts you, gives you pleasure, and lets you know you are special, but this was something beyond what I’ve heard about love. Being tormented and the pain you receive when kissed is not love, it is addiction. Especially when you have to beg him to satisfy you.

"You're... unique…" “Sweetheart…” “I want you, Neve… Only you… I want you so badly I can't do anything without seeing you, feeling you, tasting you… You got me so addicted to you…" An anguished sound was torn from his throat just a heartbeat before his mouth fused with hers again. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue plowing deep with undisciplined passion. Again, his hand pushed slightly aside the robe and found her breast. Aiden kneaded it possessively. Her nipple pearled beneath the finessing of his thumb and they both shuddered under the impact of inundating desire.