Addicted To Love Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here, Levi. I need to be alone!” I took a step into his office and shut the door. “I love her, Dad,” I muttered. Theo turned his back. My eyes drifted to the bottle of half-full alcohol on his table. “You know nothing about love,” Theo said. I walked to the couch and took a seat.

“I wanted to protect myself. To keep the truth hidden. But maybe I just destroyed something real before it could even start.” She leaned back against the couch, covering her face with her hands. “Damian must hate me now. God, he must think I used him…” Her heart twisted painfully. Despite everything, she craved him. She wanted to hear his voice, to explain, to beg for understanding. Instead, she poured another drink. The room blurred around her as exhaustion weighed heavy. Her phone slipped from her fingers, landing on the couch cushion. In her haze, her thumb brushed against the screen, unknowingly dialing a familiar number.

He turned her face gently in his direction so that she now had to look into his eyes *Key, I love you, and have from the first moment*. he whispered to her. *promise me I'll never have to see anything like that again! * she almost begged him. And as a sign of affirmation, he kissed her tenderly on the forehead *I promise*. Even if she couldn't get the pictures out of her head at first, his declaration of love was so beautiful. When she looked past him at the clock, she was almost startled, it was already 2 a.m. and the first game was supposed to be at 3 a.m.

She told her that love is like a drug, which is very addictive; once you are addicted to it, then you want to have it more and more. Neha telling her, “I bet he's still thinking about you.” Sara replied, “Oh, please. Don't start that again with me. Whenever I talk to somebody or even smile at somebody; you start making assumptions that he loves me and blah blah blah... and now I remember your exact word by word definition of love that love is like an addiction and once you are addicted to it, then you want to have it more and more.”

That's all my hazy state of mind could think as I dived into the ocean of her champagne skin. Drugs were tempting for they give me wild and beautiful dreams but if reality was always like this, if everyone had this feeling in their reality, if everyone had love, then addiction would probably cease to exist. Every bit of my bones creaked with desire from the way she bit my fucking lip and breathed out my fucking name. It made me willing to commit all sins known to mankind. It drove me insane.

He had vowed that if she accepted him he would turn the world upside down to keep her with him. In the past, he wanted to keep her because of his love, but now she will stay glue to him because of his hate. Both ways, she was stuck. She had no way out and no matter what happened, she will stay as his. It was pathetic, wanting the woman who destroyed you effortlessly was indeed pitiful but he was intoxicated. He was addicted, he knew this addiction was suicidal but who had ever cared for life when decided to be, Intoxicated by a venom.

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

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.

I whimpered in pleasure-pain. “I was broken before you,” he confessed. “No woman could ever make me come. Not once. I’d fuck, I’d try, but nothing, my body just shut down. Then you. Our first time. I came so hard I saw stars. After that… no one else existed. I never touched another woman. Never wanted to. I kept you close at first because I was addicted, I needed to keep coming inside you, needed that release only you could give. But night after night of burying myself in you, of waking up still hard and taking you again… it became love. The kind that consumes. I can’t imagine a single day without you in my bed, in my life, in my soul.”

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or