Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Mga Nobela at Kwento

So perfect and all mine, I placed a soft kiss on her temple before resting my chin on her head while my finger played with her hair. I was so fucking addicted to oliva like a lovesick puppy and almost cringe at the thought but that's how I became now, it was so fucking hard to deny the fact now. I became addicted to the way she talks, the way her plump Tips will curve into a smile, the way she breathed, and even how fucking beautiful she looked when crying.

and he scoffed "You. That's what's bloody wrong with me. I don't know what it is about you but I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about having you in every way imaginable. I can't stop thinking about doing things to you that I shouldn't think about" he hissed as he grabbed me by my arms and slammed me against the wall, "God I want to fuck you so bad and mark you as mine so Princeton can't. You were supposed to be my mate not his"

And by that my body shivered strongly as I felt something dripping out of my pussy while all thick white liquid splashed heavenly inside my throat making me gag. He pulled his dick moving his tip to my mouth, making sure that his salty cum was already swallowed... Before I could react, he pushed me down. Then, his thick and hard cock poked in my pussy. "Why did it harden so quickly again? "I murmured. He didn't respond but chuckled. One night, we changed postures one after another. Before falling asleep, all I had in my mind was one thought, "Is it me or him who was drugged?"

I wake slowly, like I’m surfacing from warm water. For one suspended, weightless moment, I don’t remember where I am. I just know I’m wrapped in something solid and clean and expensive. The sheets are impossibly soft. The mattress feels like it was designed specifically for this body. The air smells faintly of cedar and linen and him. Richard. Memory slides back into place in a rush — gold leaf ceilings, mosaic floors, city lights across bare skin. His voice asking if I would let him choose me. My yes.

"I do." Damian was surprised by her sudden answer. "I'm addicted to you too. I just don't know why. You hurt me but I keep coming back to you. I wanted to leave once the first week was over but seeing you like this made me stay. I don't know why and I don't understand it and I don't want to. I love you too." Damian looked at Lilian as if she had not just said what she said. He pulled her close gently and kissed her full on the lips. Lilian melted into his warmth. She had missed it so much. Damian pulled away and stroked her cheek lovingly.

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

The danger of my predicament sharpens my mind instantly. “No, Matteo,” I cry, tears spilling fast. “I don’t know how you’re doing it, but you’re drugging me, and now you’re trying to take advantage of me. You’re sick.” The words leave me, though I can’t tell if they sound the way I intend.

He munched on the banana as he waited. Just then, a woman entered hurriedly. “Where is he?” She demanded angrily. “Calm down, ma'am. Where is who?” “Where is Matteo? My son.” My brows drew together, and I turned to Matteo. The little boy looked terrified as he scooted closer beside me. “What relationship do you have with the child?” “Fuck, he's my sister's son.” “And where is your sister?” “She's not in a good state…she's an addict.”

Isadora quizzes. Felicity's tone grew solemn, doused with worry, "Before my appearance, Mateo, despite combating his addiction, got tortured by very livid nightmares, relieving his experience as a TS sibling… over and over, day after day…. the worst recounts the day Juliet kicked the bucket, it leaves him mentally exhausted. That man is hardly sane, Isadora." "Although it's nowhere as great or consequential as Lord Vincent, Mateo also suffers strong urges but he has vowed to remain celibate after what he had done to his sister."

"Bastard!" Matteo growled when he found himself sprawled on the floor, unaware of who had pushed him. The 32-year-old man staggered towards a bed, because even in his heavily intoxicated state, he knew that lying on a bed was much more comfortable than lying on the cold floor. Under the influence of the psychedelic drugs Adrian had slipped into his drink, Matteo began to hallucinate and feel euphoric when he saw the girl he liked asleep on the bed wearing only her underwear, while the beautiful dress that had been clinging to her body lay on the floor.