Novel & Cerita Addicted Series Books

**************** CHAPTER 23 ~Arianna’s POV~ My mind barely registered the words, save for warned and fumed. Each brutal hit reminded me of dark times, of the rage-filled nights when my uncle would lash out, the alcohol fueling his violence. My stomach churned, and my vision blurred with unwanted memories. I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned and ran, passing through the crowd until I burst through the warehouse doors and into the cool night air. My heart raced as I leaned against Damon’s car, trying to steady my breathing.

"And even if there was, I'm not interested in exploring it. Just leave me alone. I left the room to wake Darna up, so she could get ready for school. Jace looked disappointed, trying to make me feel better despite the pain he'd caused me. He'd left this morning without eating and came back late, drunk. I thought that was just who he was, but I didn't realize I was turning him into a monster. As I walked into the room, Jace was trying to smoke. He lit his cigarette, took a puff, and looked up at me. "See what you've turned me into?" he said. I asked him where he'd been all day, but he couldn't respond. He stood up, came closer, and said, "I really want to taste you, to see how sweet you are."

CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.

A low burn in my chest, embers I refuse to fan into flame. I replay it, unbidden. Thunder cracking like a whip. The power snapping out, plunging us into that suffocating dark. The door jamming shut, trapping me in a space too small, too close, the walls pressing in like the basement from my nightmares. That abyss opening wide, ready to swallow me whole— Sera's voice slicing through it, soft but unyielding. An anchor I didn't ask for, yanking me back from the edge. She held me. Me. The Alpha King who doesn't need anyone, who built an empire on control and cold calculations. And I let her.

We were standing there in this weird standoff when I glanced toward the bar area, and relief slammed into me. Zara. She was sitting at the counter, downing a drink. The bartender poured her another one, and she drank it immediately without even pausing. I narrowed my eyes and watched her closely. Zara didn’t drink like this. Ever. I remembered Adrian’s birthdays back then when she had refused alcohol completely. I used to joke that she was too holy for drinking. But what I was seeing right now was different. Something was wrong. She ordered another drink and downed it just as fast as the first two. That’s when it hit me.

The guilt about Jake was still there but the addiction grew stronger with every secret meeting. I realized right then that I was becoming completely addicted to this forbidden world. I did not want it to end. I wanted more of these powerful men using me whenever I needed it. The thought made me smile even as cum dripped down my thighs. This taboo game had changed me and I was not ready to walk away from it yet.

“Are you ready to be my slave, Mafia Boss?” He smirked. I could see the desire burning in his eyes. “I’m yours, my queen.” I grinned widely. I captured his lips and kissed him deeply. Yes. Who would have thought? The man I met in that club would be the same man who brought happiness back into my life. And I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with him. Whether as his personal slave or his wife. Because now… I can be both. The End. Ameiry Savar © 05/26/2026

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35

“It’s okay. Yes… I have masturbated before. But I’m not like… an addict or anything.” “I see,” he nodded, watching me closely. “When was the last time?” I gulped hard. The memory of last week flashed in my mind — lying in bed, staring at his photo, using the vibrator while whispering his name. “Nyla?” he called softly, pulling me out of the memory. “I actually did it last week,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darkened with heat. “Wow… I did it today,” he confessed. “Right before I came here.”

*** ~~~ 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.