Addicted Series Books Novels & Stories

“Faster, slut. Make me release again.” Sophia bounced frantically, ass rippling, pussy making loud, filthy squelching sounds as she slammed down on him. “Fuck me… harder! I need it… ahh yes, right there!” The cheating thrill, the power imbalance, the raw animal lust consumed her completely. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her face. Victor thrust up to meet her, brutal and relentless. “You’re addicted now, aren’t you? This pussy is never going back to your husband’s tiny dick.” He rubbed her clit furiously. Sophia came again, screaming, body convulsing.

But God, I loved what he did to me. The way his fingers knew exactly how to ruin me. The way they fit inside me like they were made for it. The way he gave orders that had nothing to do with being anyone's father. He was right. Once we started, there was no going back. I could feel the addiction taking root—dark, twisted, inevitable. It terrified me. It also made me ache. God help me, I am already obsessed with him. "Maya! You'd better be ready!" Chloe's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, her footsteps thundering outside my door.

I can't see anything but the burning heat in my body. she had tried so hard to pull her wrist out of my grip, but every time she did that it was like she was giving me strength to tighten my grip on her. "T-Help..." I heard her hoarse voice whispered. She was running out of energy to scream and continued to sob. I was so high. So fucking high. She drugged me and I was just returning her a favor. Sucking her neck was my damn favorite and now, I was addicted. I like the taste of her soft skin.

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.

A single shelf of books that had been arranged with the particular care of someone who needed at least one thing in a temporary space to feel permanent. Kael looked at the shelf for a moment. Seven books. Spines outward, ordered in a way that wasn't alphabetical or by size. Something else. Something personal enough that he didn't ask about it. "That's everything," Lucian said. "The books." "Yes." "You brought books to a hotel." "I brought the ones I was reading." A pause. "And a few others." Kael picked up one from the end of the shelf. Turned it over. A history of corporate litigation from the 1980s, the kind of dense specific text that most people used as reference and someone like Lucian

"I can feel it. The bond. Your blood calling to mine." He leaned down and sank his teeth into my neck. The sharp pain made me gasp, but then he started drinking. The moment my blood flowed into him, he thrust harder and deeper. A loud growl tore from his throat as the curse inside him reacted. His fingers gripped my hips tighter, almost bruising. "Oh, Kaven," I whimpered, my voice soft. He drank greedily while fucking me, each pull from my neck making the golden light explode brighter. The bond felt alive, dark and intense, two powerful lines twisting together to fight the curse that was killing him.

It wasn’t the strangers, the shadows, or even fate itself. It was me. My surrender. My obsession. My choice to let him consume me, even when I knew it was reckless, dangerous, and forbidden. Even as he disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth: the collision of desire and danger had changed everything. My world, my heart, my body, my mind—everything was consumed by the fire he ignited. Some obsessions aren’t meant to be tamed. Some desires aren’t meant to be denied. And some people… are impossible to resist, impossible to escape, and impossible to forget.

Nathaniel caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

The kind of love I felt with her was different, unique, and special. "You love her?" He shook his head and looked down. I guess he knew he had messed up badly. But my whole attention was on that word *love*. Were my feelings for her more than an addiction? I never thought the day would come when I would become addicted to love. I stared at him with no emotions in my eyes, but a thought—a thought of giving her everything she has been missing—appeared in my head. "Tell me what have you done to her in the past." I looked at him and shoved one hand in my coat’s pocket. I wanted to know where to start from.