Novel & Cerita Addicted Series Books

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

Addicted to the way they were making me feel. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Protected. Owned. I took a deep breath that shuddered through my body. The combination of his breath mingling with mine and the tingle of his palm against my neck was heady and intoxicating. The dizzy from his words and the response they’d elicited inside me, I wanted to give in. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him we could do that. That, despite our addictions, two opposite poles, we could make it work.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

He stood up and walked out of the study “Where are you going to? I didn’t mean it when I said that you should cause trouble!” Xavier yelled after him “I am not going to cause trouble! What the hell? I am going to get a drink!” he said to Xavier He walked to the kitchen and pulled out a glass before walking to the bar and pouring his strongest vodka “I could use a glass too” he heard her say “You are pregnant. You shouldn’t be drinking. No alcohol for you” Jared said “It is just a cup. I am having a hard day!” Alice said

and a nurse walked in carrying a pack of medicine" Sir you are awake" thank God the nurse said smiling,. Yeah release these things" I want to leave this place he replied rudely, you need to take your drugs she said opening the packet" take you and your fucking drugs" out of my way he surd angrly* and the nurse quickly took the drip off with shaking hands and Jasper glared at her before walking out. Ella were is Jeremy they asked staring at her" he went home Ella replied sitting down" she was thinking about what Jeremy told her, home?? Why?? Jason question

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

“You were so close to coming for Daddy. So fucking close. Imagine how good it would feel to finally let me bury myself inside you. To hear you moan my real name while I claim what’s mine.” His words painted vivid pictures in my mind — his thick cock stretching me, his powerful body pinning me down, that deep voice praising me as “good girl” while he ruined me. The near-miss with Madison only made the fantasy hotter, more dangerous. I wanted it so badly it hurt. The guilt, the risk, the overwhelming need to surrender completely to my stepfather — it all swirled into an addictive ache. Mason leaned in, lips hovering just above mine. “Next time, baby girl… you won’t push me away. You’ll beg Dad

“Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered. I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness. This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in the corner. All I think about is being full of him.

I went on banging, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed in front of a room, my skin burning. Then, the door opened, and I heard a woman's voice. Sweet and damn too addictive to my ears. I never forced myself on women, nor did I go around sleeping with them. I kept my needs in control. I had no intention of throwing myself at her, but the drug was fucking with my head along with that woman who smelled exotic. I didn’t have any clear memory of how she smelled—hell, it had been six years. It was all a blur afterward. I recalled nothing after I indulged her. The next morning, I woke up, and the earring was the only fragment of truth left in the room.

He could no longer fool himself. Slowly, with infinite weariness, Aiden closed the leather-bound book. This was the end. He could no longer bear it. The books he loved so much could not push away the stark, raw loneliness of his existence. The study was lined with books, floor to ceiling on three of the four walls of the room. He had read every one, committed a great many to memory over the centuries. They no longer provided solace for his mind. The books fed his intellect but broke his heart.