Addicted In His Sweet Love Novels & Stories

He never would again. "You think this is a game?" His voice was a rasp, like he was speaking from the pit of hell. "That ring on your finger? It’s a joke. Just like that bastard you want to get married to." Her breath hitched, a flicker of guilt flashing in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. She did love him, and love like that doesn’t disappear. Not really. Not in the dark, twisted places where it thrives. But now… now it was a sick addiction, a hunger that could never be satisfied.

I hesitate but shook my head negative . " So you are staying with us till then " , "But " My voice broke as I saw a gun in his hand . He was reloading it . He noticed my voice crack and looked up to me . " I won't kill you Eve . That's the last thing on my mind ". But it is on your mind right ? Killing me ? .

he smiled at her complaint and held her by waist "i am not decent except for you and I am addicted to you not this coffee." “Now I don’t need it Love when you are near me. I don’t need any addiction or intoxication when you nearby me. you are drug in yourself.” Saying this he sniffed her crook.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

"I talked. Last day. She promised home soon. Home. Take me. She will. Soon." "Okay?" Bash frowned. "Si, senhor!" She squealed. "Cherries likes you. You have mine. You can. Candies. Only one, okay?" The corner of his lips curved up, and his eyes glinted in amusement as he listened more to that girl, forgetting how his co-star had pissed him off not even an hour ago. The girl, who was having a tough time telling her name, promised him, "When you come, you get one from Cherries. Okay?"

he asked, his voice straining as he did. “But you lied to me,” I whispered as tears rolled down my face, I didn't understand what was going on, the man in front of me was so perfect, he was everything I had dreamed of, everything I wanted but the man I heard over the phone wanted to kill someone, how could they be the same person? “I swear Sweetness, I didn't mean to lie,” he said as he started moving, his eyes half open, he was so drunk in pleasure and it felt so good to make him this addicted.

She gazed up at him with her silent longing eyes. "Why were you missing me?" she asked, hoping to hear what she wanted to hear. Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me. "Because I am addicted to you, sweetheart. I cannot survive a day without breathing into you, my body aches without your touch, my lips burn for your kisses, my eyes starve for your beautiful sight," he admitted sincerely. He was irrevocably smitten by her with no point of return. She was his sunshine that brightened his day and his moon too who illuminated his nights.

Then he gave me everything. “If your body is a drug, your pussy is my dosage. And I am a chronic addict. I can’t quit you, Savannah. I don’t even fucking want to. You’re my fix, my high, my overdose. Every time I taste you, I want more. Every time I fuck you, it’s never enough. I could split you open a thousand times and still crave you the next second. You’ve turned me into a fucking addict, and the only cure is between your legs.” My breath fled. My thighs pressed together.

It was like he was addicted, and she was his fix. I still remember the first time he told me about the gorgeous brown eyes beauty he met in the gardener's cubicle under his father and how much he already loved her. iI had called it up to drugs or alcohol, after all, he was hooked on Bourbon like it was his saving grace, but ever since then, he never stopped talking about her at every chance he got

The sheets got stained with my semen. I rolled beside her, pulling her closer to me. “I don't know what I am going to do now.” Luna looked up, “What do you mean?” I smiled, “I'm addicted to you, baby. I don't think I can have enough of you ever.” Luna giggled, and cupping my face she kissed me gently. My heart hammered inside my chest, and it only got whenever I hit the gym. Her one kiss simply made the organ beat. “You are a tempting man yourself, Mr. Aaron.”