Novel & Cerita Addicted To You Krista Ritchie

CEO of Kingston Group, hair wet, designer hoodie, buying two jars of pickles and the most expensive vanilla ice cream they had. "Need anything else, sir?" the clerk asked. Alexander looked at the candy aisle. "Chocolate too." "For the pregnant lady?" "For my wife," Alexander corrected. He was back in 37 minutes. Regina was waiting in the kitchen in his hoodie, bare feet, scrolling her phone. The moment the front door opened, she was up. "You’re soaked," she said, taking the bags from him. "I’m fine." He toweled his hair off with the hand towel from the counter. "Did you find any?"

He knows that what she wants, what she craved so bad from him was nothing else but love. How could she crave something he can't give? Something that he doesn't know how it feels? He doesn't even know how it feels to be in love with anyone. How could he love her when he can't even love anyone, all Braxton thinks about when he saw a woman is to bare her, to fuck her and leave. But Alicia's memory has proven too stubborn. He wanted to have her over and over again. He was addicted to her body. So fucking addicted that it felt sick.

She patted my shoulder and practically shoved me under his nose as if in invitation to sample. “Kiara, David is the Alpha of the Bronte Pack. They’re the largest pack in the midwest, did you know that?” Alpha Dave’s boring name matched his personality and after a few minutes, we were off to meet another eligible young Alpha. It was a good thirty minutes before I managed to escape my mother. I was drained and went to the punch table to get a drink. I was scooping some of the purple liquid into my cup when a hand covered my mouth from behind.

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

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.

Gasping, my songbird digs her fingers into my shoulders, squeezing them for dear life while her beautiful moans turn into perfect screams. “Whose are you?” I repeat, wanting to hear more of it. “Who is the only one that can make you feel this good?” “You!” She screams, cumming around me. “L, it’s you! It’s only you.” “More!” One or two times wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear it again and again. I wanted to possess and dominate her again and again. I wanted to tie her up, bend her every which way, and break her so that she became addicted to my dick and my love, which was so fucking unhealthy. I wanted all of her, every inch of her, and I wanted to lock her away. I was addicted to her, and I wa

“Let me fck you, Mila. Let me have you tonight, and I’ll set you free.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. I had to try this; maybe if I fcked her, it would break the curse of being addicted to her. Perhaps, then, I could free myself. Getting rid of this deep attraction. Addiction. Obsession. All of this was killing me bit by bit. It was slowly destroying me. “One night. Spend one night with me, kitten. Let me have all of you and do everything I wanted without saying no to anything I'd do to you. I promise, I’ll make it unforgettable.”

he said. Have I lost my mind completely? Why am I fucking Tristan again in my living room after almost getting caught just hours ago? What about this dude makes me want to risk it all? He turned toward me, and our tongues collided while I continued to pound his pussy hole. I needed Tristan, and he needed me, and every time we fucked, I became more intoxicated with him. He was my drug, and I was addicted to him and had no desire to detox from him. Tristan bent over and touched his ankles, and I pounded his hole harder. Seeing his ripped, lean

[Sera] "There she is!" A woman with a predatory grin lunges forward, microphone extended like a weapon. They swarm. Flashes pop, blinding me. Voices overlap in a chaotic barrage of accusations. "Miss Winters! What's your relationship with Killian Voss?" "Did you crash the engagement party on purpose?" "The Alpha King's mysterious ex-lover—care to comment on that label?" I freeze, my throat closing up. Words jam in my chest. "Please, I just want to get to work—"

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.