Addicted Series Books Novels & Stories

Before someone sees me, like I was an embarrassment that needed to be cleaned up before it stained their reputation. I looked at Dante standing by that window with his arms crossed and his eyes cold. I looked at Mateo with his guilty face and his gentle voice telling me to leave. And I saw it so clearly it nearly killed me. While I'd been falling in love and counting down the days and building a future in my head, they'd been enjoying forbidden sex with the step-sister they were never going to choose. I was the thrill. The taboo. The dirty secret that made them feel alive.

She was totally addicted, totally surrendered, totally his. The addiction had a name: Ashan. The End.

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…

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

"Roman..." "Yes babydoll, feel what you do to me. This is what you do to me. This is how you make me feel. I'm fucking addicted to you and you have no idea. I'm obsessed with your whole being." He moaned and I couldn't even tell if we were still dancing to the song or we were just straight-up dry fucking. The dimmed lights were the only thing covering how embarrassing and desperate I looked and I couldn't be more thankful for it. And as if that wasn't enough, a shameless moan escaped from between my lips.

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Tiana stared at the screen. A second message appeared. Dinner tonight? Her lips curved slightly. So he had already started chasing. Perfect. She typed slowly. Maybe. A moment later his reply came. I’ll take that as a yes. Her smile faded the moment she locked the phone. This wasn't romance. This wasn't attraction. This was war. And Vince Donovan had no idea that the woman he wanted… Was the one preparing to destroy him.

I wouldn’t have cared if it had happened before, before him, but now his absence, the way he was withdrawing from me it was making me slip into the dark. And I was slowly starting to realise that I wasn’t just falling for him, I had already fallen too far down that now he was like my new addiction. Without him, I felt like I have nothing to hold me right into the light. And with that the cravings for other things were knocking back. Just yesterday, it had taken everything in me to not drain the bottle of bourbon I spied in his study. But I couldn’t not please the addict inside me so I poured myself a glass and sipped it slowly to last it a little longer. Antonio had pulled me out of the deep

I stood there trembling, dress rumpled, ass painted with his seed, pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. Alexander pulled me into a deep, surprisingly gentle kiss, then whispered against my lips: “Go home, baby. Think about Daddy’s cock while you’re lying in bed tonight. Because this forbidden little secret? It’s only just beginning.” As I drove away, his cum still sticky on my skin and his words echoing in my head, I knew one thing for certain. I was completely addicted. And I couldn’t wait to be ruined.