Addicted To You Krista Ritchie Novels & Stories

The moment I sat down, a waitress appeared beside me with a glass of whiskey on ice. Right on cue. I lifted the glass and took a slow sip. “Oh… you’re here.” Dan suddenly rushed into the room, looking slightly nervous. “I wasn’t expecting you until Friday.” “Well,” I said calmly as I took another sip of my drink, “today must be your lucky day.” Dan forced a laugh. “Of course. I’ll bring your dancer immediately, Draco.” He quickly disappeared again. I shook my head and finished the rest of the whiskey in one swallow. You’re probably wondering why people call me The Draco.

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright My head's underwater But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you

Hardin adjusts himself, unbothered, like he hasn’t just ripped my heart open. Then he steps toward me. I recoil instantly. “Don’t touch me.” “Just listen,” he says. A laugh tears out of me—broken, hysterical. “Listen? You want me to listen?” My hands shake as I gesture wildly between us. “I beg you. Every night. I swallow my pride, my dignity, everything and you look at me like I’m disgusting for wanting you.” My voice cracks. “You know I’m addicted. You know I’m barely holding myself together, and you punish me by denying me the one thing you know I crave.”

My eyes widened in embarrassment. I coughed quickly to smother it and pretend I actually choked. Choked on what? There was no food yet, neither was I drinking. "Oh, darling. Are you okay?" His uncle stared at me worriedly, offering me a cup of water. I cleared my throat, I could just easily lie it was my saliva. I collected it to sip. Mid drink, Ryker rubbed my clitoris, flicking it with his finger. My entire body was on fire. Another moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. I threw myself into a fit of cough.

I kissed his neck, licked his jaw, and whispered one last time, “So fucking hot, Daddy. Never leave me empty again.” I stayed like that for a long time, connected to him, my body trembling with satisfaction and the dark hunger that only grew stronger. Three days of denial had turned me into this filthy, addicted, willing to do anything to keep his cock inside me while he was helpless. And I already knew I’d do it again tomorrow night. And the night after. Forever if I could.

“I keep saying I will stop but i never do. Tomorrow is your birthday… and I’m sneaking into your room like a whore.” Ethan pulled me closer, kissing my forehead. “We’re both addicted. Those videos… I love every each of it…. I didn’t answer. I just curled against his chest, knowing I should leave but too weak to move. The guilt was eating me alive, but the craving was stronger. How much longer could we keep doing this before we got caught?

I screamed, My nails digging bloody lines into his back, My pussy gushing around his cock. “Harder…fuck me harder, you madarchod!” I cried, My legs locked around him. “Destroy my pussy! Ruin me for anyone else!” “Yeah? You love it, don't you?” He pounded deeper, grinding against my cervix with every brutal stroke. “Filthy little randi. Say it louder.” “I’m your filthy randi…ahhh fuck, don’t you dare stop! I’m addicted to your cock! I need it deeper, please fuck your stepsister’s cunt harder!”

I was surprised because Frank Kingston now talked to me. Maybe I wasn't fat and ugly anymore. I was happy that at least my crush was talking to me. At least he saw me as a human being. My other mates now said hi to me sometimes though. I think it was because Frank was now talking to me. I think he controlled what happened in school without even knowing or maybe he knew. If he didn't talk to you, you won't be regarded as anything. Now people talked to me. Not as if they were friends with me,they just said hi's and that was it. It was an improvement compared to how I was treated before. I told my mum about how my mates don't call me fat and ugly anymore. How Frank Kingston seemed to talk to me

Once I find her, whoever she is, I will never hesitate to kiss her, hold her, hug her, own her entire body, heart, and soul. For some unexplainable reason, I just wanted that person to be mine. Mine alone. Addiction, madness, whatever I can call how I feel, I don’t care anymore. That person is mine, and once I find her, I will never let her go no matter what happens. There’s no way I could.

I guess she's waiting for someone. I was just wondering who he was possibly waiting for I already felt a chisel in my stomach. I finished my cocktail and went to the bar counter. This time, I didn't ask for a cocktail anymore. "Here's your Sazerac, Miss," the bartender. "Thanks." I looked again at Kiara's behavior. She's now doing something on her phone, maybe texting him? Is Rustov what he will earn now? There seems to be a good chance that it is. After all, they are secet lovers. The drink made me cringe at the thought. The hot liquid in my throat became even more bitter. I sighed and played the glass with my fingertips.