Novel & Cerita Addicted

All of it was beginning to close in, and he had no intention of allowing anyone to decide how far they could go. A slow, sickening smile appeared on his face. "My plan?" He watched another wave crash against the shore. "My plan is to burn it all.”

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.”

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

I came hard, moaning her name like a broken whore, my body shaking and my tits jiggling wildly. Even after two orgasms I could not stop. I kept fucking myself and thinking about tomorrow, about what new pain and humiliation my young intern would give me in this very apartment or back at the office. I was completely addicted already. .

That impossible connection. It was like choking down candy laced with broken glass. I knew it would slice me open every time, but I'd force it down anyway, bleeding, just for that brief taste of sweet. But now I see it for the illusion it is. The wolf wants me, sure. Obsesses over me, claims me like territory. But that's instinct, not choice. Not love.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much of him as I could to the back of my throat with every slurp. "Mmm. Fuck. Your mouth is made for sucking my cock. You're doing so well." I growled around his skin and he thickened even more against the vibration. For some reason, the praise sent me into a frenzy. He was breaking me, crushing my very foundation to fucking pieces, and I was overwhelmingly addicted. Just the second time and I was addicted to him. Undeniably fucking screwed.

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

I clung to the voice like a lifeline, letting its strength seep into me before my world turned into complete darkness. “Sleep now, Ari…”

I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back.