Addicted Series Books Novels & Stories

He sits up and pulls off my top, leaving my breasts bare. My nipples are hard, standing tight, begging for him. “Damn!” Adam exclaims before taking my breasts into his mouth. Heat engulfs me as he sucks and nibbles, his hand fumbling with my other breast. The sensation is heaven, and my pussy throbs harder, wetness soaking the sofa beneath me. Adam kisses his way up, from my breasts to my ears. “Baby,” he whispers, “I know you’re drunk. But I’m gonna give you something else to get drunk on. I’m gonna give you a new kind of addiction.”

I touched myself through the denim, my mind replaying the way he’d growled my name, the way his massive cock had filled me until I thought I’d burst. I was a mess. I was a traitor. I was my brother-in-law’s dirty little secret. And as my own hand worked against my aching cock, I realized the terrifying truth..I wasn't just trapped. I was addicted. I was a soft, pretty little bitch who had finally found the one thing he was truly meant for…to be ruined by a man who shouldn't even be looking at him. I came in the silence of my room, a weak, shaky release that left me feeling more hollow than before.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

I shifted when I got home and climbed through my window, employing some of the tactics of my teenage years so that my parents wouldn’t see me coming home by almost three AM. As chill as they were about many things about me, it would piss them off to know I’d been out lurking so late especially with fucking Vampires crawling everywhere. Like the one I’d met today who was my mate and a total dick. I switched on the light and my gaze fell on a figure on my bed. I screeched, grabbing the nearest item I could get my hands on -a book on my reading desk- and chucked it at the figure. “Hey!” Caden protested, easily dodging the book. “Not that such a pathetic throw had any chance of nicking me, but w

They were alcoholics and drug addicts who swore to change their lives around every time. They'd quit for a few months, become devoted to church, adopt a few kids. All would be well for a time and then the drinking would resume first. A few bottles for her, a few more for him. Next were the cigarettes. Only a few sticks a day, then more. Until they were each smoking over a pack daily.The guilt would follow, dragging them down deeper into the abyss.

A standalone novel from the Daddy Series. 🌶🌶 If you enjoyed my book Falling For My Ex's Dad, then you would love this even more. Forbidden love. Love triangles. Passion. Obsession. And a dangerous addiction that threatens to consume them both. Kiara's POV "Shots! Shots! Shots!" Lisa slammed three glasses on our table, tequila sloshing over the rims. "I don't think..." "Don't think!" Amy shoved another glass into my hand. "Tonight is about NOT thinking, remember?"

I assure him, leaning over to plant a light kiss on his lips. He finally nods, his eyes never leaving mine and I flash a smile at him. “I’ve missed you.” I whisper to his lips. Fuck! Surviving without Adrian for two weeks was worse than hell. I have no idea how I kept going without him, he's an addiction drug to me, one that I can't do without and I'm glad that he is finally back in my arms. This feeling is so fucking amazing. My lips claim his again, and while we kiss slowly and sensually, our tongues moving in the same sync. My hands hastily move to unbuckle his belt, I toss it aside, before taking down the zip.

It fueled the fire within me to break him, to dismantle his resistance piece by agonizing piece, and then to remold him into the perfect image of my desire: a submissive possession, utterly devoted and compliant. I swear, I felt like I'd stumbled upon some potent, addictive drug. Tristan was that drug, an intoxicating addiction that sunk its claws into me the moment I first tasted him. I already bedded countless men and women, each encounter a fleeting amusement, a temporary distraction. None of them had even come close to igniting the fire that Tristan had unleashed within me.

Pondering for a moment, I remembered a series I always wanted to watch. "How about we watch "Breaking Bad"? It's a series they've always recommended to me and I've never had the chance to see. What do you think? "I suggested, curious to know your opinion. Bernardo seemed intrigued by the choice. "I've never watched this series, but I've heard about it very well. It seems like a great option. Shall we start? "He agreed, showing excitement.

"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.