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I kissed his neck, licked his jaw, and whispered one last time, “So fucking hot, Daddy. Never leave me empty again.” I stayed like that for a long time, connected to him, my body trembling with satisfaction and the dark hunger that only grew stronger. Three days of denial had turned me into this filthy, addicted, willing to do anything to keep his cock inside me while he was helpless. And I already knew I’d do it again tomorrow night. And the night after. Forever if I could.

Chapter 4: Addicted in the Stacks The next morning I sat at my usual window table, heart racing even before I took my first sip of coffee. My body was still deliciously sore from last night. Every time I shifted in my seat, I remembered how James had felt inside me among the bookshelves. I had barely opened my notebook when my phone buzzed. James: Come over. Now. I need you. I smiled, warmth spreading through me. I left my half-finished latte and crossed the street, pulse quickening with every step. The bookstore door was already unlocked. James pulled me inside the moment I stepped in and locked the door behind us.

"Because you've tasted what it's like to be truly owned, Lily. You've felt the relief of letting go of the burden of choice. You're addicted to the way I handle you. You're addicted to the way I make you feel small." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I'm addicted to the way you shatter when I tell you to." Lily felt a surge of heat flood her body. He was right. Every word he spoke was a needle, pinning her to the spot, and she loved every second of it. "I am," she whispered. "I am addicted to you." Elias didn't answer with words. He grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her into a kiss that was more of a conquest than a caress. It was a promise of the life to come—

To the high and the low, because as deep as your addictions can bury you, you know that the next time you rise up, it's going to be spectacular. Euphoric. The best fucking hit of your life . I'd never really been that bothered about trying to deny my addictions before. Why would I? They were the fire in my veins that set aflame the ghosts of my childhood. With each pill, each line of coke, I watched the ghosts burn. With each sweaty, grubby moment of passion with a nameless guy that couldn't get enough of me, I rejoiced as the fire consumed everything. With every drink that sent me spiralling into oblivion, I just raised my glass to the flames and downed it.

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…

God, this man had such a crazy impact on me. I made a mental note to buy the apartment in August’s name the next day and evict the landlord. Shortly after the call, he opened p**n hub as usual, searching for the same thing that he always does. I traced the head of my cock as his fingers moved on his screen. The p**n video appeared on his screen. He pulled his shorts down, spitting on his palm, then slowly stroking his cock, biting his lips so hard that they almost bled.

I walked to the library and sat next to the window, I looked at my project and now I need to find some books. I walked through the bookshelfs and search for the architect section. I'm looking for a watertank and some electric placement book. I looked through every book clearly and oh there it is. I tried to reach it but I can't. It's on the top of the bookshelf, I need to take a ladder. I walked away to grab the ladder. I got back to the architect section again and I put the ladder to reach the book but the book is gone. Suddenly I found the book on the middle shelf, I looked around. I guess someone must have been taking it and put it there.

yeah that's my sister "Sis..." I quickly walked to the door and froze "Hi!" "Hey." I gasped "So hug?" He asked and I quickly hugged him "Me?" My sister asked and I hugged her too. My sister came with his boyfriend Hero. Hero is our childhood friend. Weird right? They met again like 6 years ago. "Come on." I introduced Nico to them again "Let's eat." We ate happily and talked a lot. I miss home actually, even Seattle is not my motherland but this country made me heal 80%

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.