Novel & Cerita Addicted To Her The Ceo's Spoiled Darling

I went straight to the stairs and practically ran down to put an end to that nonsense with the TV series and Amelia, and get back to what I was doing. I descended to the ground floor, where all the furniture was already in place, everything neat as if nothing had ever happened in that place. The TV was on a channel playing Amelia's beloved series. She was quite obsessed with that series; no one could say anything bad about it. For her, it was the most perfect thing Hollywood had ever produced.

I love the look on her face that I could use it as my wallpaper or frame it beside my bed . “She even knows your apartment password, what have you been doing with me? I am a fool!” She exclaimed, and I smirked. “Claire, it’s not what you think, let me explain,” he tried calming her down. “No, I'm not thinking anything, I'm seeing something, and you want to explain? You want to explain what you want me to think! Henry, you have done enough,” she said. “She doesn't even like you, is it worth it? You will be used till Bryan accepts her back, good luck Henry, use it well,” she said, and turned to me.

“And like you care about your pet secretary’s feelings so much.” “My pet—?” He chuckled, sincerely amused. “Lou’s the company’s CBO, and we’ve been together for years.” “What a nice couple.” I followed him out of the restroom. “Does he know about me?” There was something about his smile I didn’t like. “Of course he knows.” He paused to face me, frowning. “You haven’t told your girl.” “Of course not! What would I tell her? That the CEO abuses me in exchange for his silence about my being a fugitive, and in the process, he’s making me addicted to some weird aphrodisiac oil?”

I stomped and walked around the hall, greeting everyone while Damien carried Dawn around. It was such a cute scene. Damien - the big badass, dangerous, cruel CEO of Castillo Corporation was carrying a smiling baby who often tried to reach out to his hair to pull at them. She was definitely my daughter. She also wanted to pull Damien's hair. My heart was about to explode with all this newly found happiness. My eyes were tearing up again and again but this day was not for crying. This day was for loving. This day was for Damien and my daughter, Dawn.

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Her inner walls fluttered and clenched uncontrollably around him, milking his shaft with desperate, rhythmic spasms. “I’m addicted!” she cried hysterically, tears and drool running freely down her face. “I’m so fucking addicted to you, Daddy! I can’t stop,I don’t want to stop! I need you to ruin me… I need you to own me… I’m your broken pregnant stepsister whore and I can’t live without your cock! Please-please never let them take me!” Damien’s eyes flashed with dark, primal victory. He pulled out of her ass and drove back into her pussy in one brutal thrust, fucking her straight through the shattering orgasm with long, punishing strokes that kept her convulsing.

I Seduced My Boss’s Elegant Wife Until She Became My Desperate Little Slut Three weeks of getting fucked senseless by Damien had turned me into a greedy little addict. His cock was incredible. Thick, relentless, and always leaving me leaking his cum on the drive home. But the more he used me, the more I craved something even more forbidden. I wanted to corrupt his perfect, ice-queen wife. Elena Harrington was everything I wasn’t. Elegant, poised, rich, and always so fucking composed. The kind of woman who wore silk robes and pearls while drinking morning coffee. The thought of turning her into a dripping, cheating mess made my pussy throb every time I saw her.

Trust me I don't look hot, she's always exagerating things. "No I don't, I look professional" I correct. "Professionally hot!" She insists and I scowl at her. I wonder why she's so stubborn. "Wendy!" I whine and she rolls her eyes. "Come on, being hot is not a bad thing, dress to impress remember?" "Well I'm not going for a photoshoot sweetheart, I'm the PA to the CEO of Heritage Affairs and that entails work, work and only work. Impress is out of that league"