Addicted Novels & Stories

Drugged. ***********

all I could think was: When can we do it again? I was addicted. And there was no rehab for this.

“Did you know that you’re like a drug for me?” I furrowed my brow. “Drug?” He nodded, causing me to move my head as our foreheads were still touching. We must have looked silly, but I preferred being this close to him. I could feel him so intensely. “You’re my drug that I’m addicted to, and I can’t get enough of you. It’s like you’re the caffeine to my tired mornings, the sugar rush to my sweet tooth, and the adrenaline to my spirit.” He kissed my lips and smiled. “Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just

All addictions are bad, Unless they give you a reason to live. All controls are good, Until they take away all your reasons to live. .....................................................

eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink."

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.

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.

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.

"I know. We pushed too far. Again." "It was... terrifying," I whisper. "And I... I wanted more. Even while I was screaming 'Red', a part of me wanted to stay in the loop." I pull back, looking at him with wide, horrified eyes. "Fuck, Alex. I'm addicted. I can't stop chasing the next level." "Analysis," Echo’s voice intrudes, sounding painfully clinical. "Addiction indicators: Elevated. Dopamine receptors: Desensitized. Recommendation: Reduce usage by 40% to restore cognitive clarity."

*** ~~~ 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.