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". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

Her breath caught. “What does that mean?” “It means you’ll stay. You’ll obey. You’ll become mine—not just in name, but in body, mind, and soul.” “You’re sick.” He walked back toward her, slowly, deliberately. “No. I’m addicted. Addicted to the memory of your mother. Addicted to your fire. To the way you hate me, yet don’t run. And the more you resist me…” He reached out, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. “…the deeper I fall.”

If she was told that she would be head over heels for someone she tagged as a target to seduce earliest without knowing, she would have denied it without leaving a penny. "I don't need it, you can enjoy her all you want," I said. "Think about it man, fucking that pretty sweet pussy of hers is something worth trying," he said. "Look at yourself, you can't resist her as well as she can't resist your dick, both of you are meant for each other," I said but he snorted. "I'm only addicted to her hole, that's all. Do you think that if I love her I will be inviting you?" he said with a raised brow, and it was the truth, no one likes sharing what they love, cherish, or deem theirs. "Man, she is the s

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my nails dug into his broad thick shoulders. Dean proceeds to move at a slow but dangerous space as I desperately move my hips to match his killer pace. I know i’mma be sore for the next coming days and I'm fuckkng addicted. Everything about this man has me addicted, it has been that way since he first showed up those years ago and I don't want to ever let him go. He is my dirty little secret. And I fucking love it!

He had vowed that if she accepted him he would turn the world upside down to keep her with him. In the past, he wanted to keep her because of his love, but now she will stay glue to him because of his hate. Both ways, she was stuck. She had no way out and no matter what happened, she will stay as his. It was pathetic, wanting the woman who destroyed you effortlessly was indeed pitiful but he was intoxicated. He was addicted, he knew this addiction was suicidal but who had ever cared for life when decided to be, Intoxicated by a venom.

His eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity as he swirled the wine. Addiction. A weakness he despised in others, yet he was helpless when it came to her. His mind, his body—it all burned with an insatiable hunger for her touch. He knew that once he had her again, he would never let go. “Soon, my sweetheart,” he whispered to the photograph. “Every second away from you is a torment I cannot bear.” The firelight reflected in his eyes, mirroring the flames of his relentless obsession. Tracing the photo with his finger, his voice hardened. “Do you feel this pain too? You will. Once I have you in my trap, I’ll make you pay for every day you stayed away from me.”

I really am. I paused when I sniffed his scent and swallowed. Jeez. Now he has contaminated the entire room with that sweet scent of his. I didn't know why I suddenly felt like crying. I....I needed him here...with me...on the bed... touching me as he does... driving me insane... fucking me like he wouldn't see the next day... Damn it!!!!! i am addicted. I can't do without him.... Jeez. What the hell has he done to me???

"I’m here to pick you up, Ethan. It’s our fifth anniversary, remember? I’ve been waiting for you at home, but you never showed up. And now, seeing you like this—drunk out of your mind—you clearly can’t get yourself home." He laughed bitterly, leaning back in his chair. "I don’t want you to take me home," he said, his words sharp despite his drunken state. "Katherine’s back. My first love is here. Do you know what that means, Karina? It means I don’t want you anymore." The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but before I could react, one of his friends stood up and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. "Ethan, man, calm down. You’re drunk. You don’t mean any of this."

I said firmly, trying to push him away. Jace kissed my exposed neck repeatedly. "I really don't want to force you; I'm your husband. Be quiet." He smiled, pinning me down. "Jace, you beast, let me go!" I exclaimed, struggling to break free. Jace pushed me back, his smile widening. "By the end of this month, I promise you'll fall in love with me." I laughed, "You're joking, right? There's no love in my eyes, and there never will be. I'm not in love with you; you're not the one I love. I'm not even in love with anyone, okay?"

"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.