Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

Damian’s hands clenched into fists, but he kept walking, his pace brisk, head low. Near the lobby, he caught sight of Dr. Adrian storming toward the parking lot, phone pressed to his ear, fury etched across his face. Damian started forward, ready to stop him but a female voice cut through the chaos. “Damian? Oh my God, it’s really you!” He turned. A tall woman in designer heels, hair slicked back, eyes hidden behind shades. Martha. A ghost from his past. Childhood friend, now a famous model. “Martha,” he said flatly.

I sipped, enjoying the burn of the alcohol. Then my phone pinged. It surprised me. No one texted me this late except my mother, Dahlia, and Adrian. I looked at the screen. But it was a new number. Text: Rocker, you rock so hard. That waist… damn. I didn't know you could move like that, chef girl. I stared at the message. I froze. I know who this is. God. Dante. How did he get my number? And why is he saying I rock so well? Is he here?

Matteo sank into heavy drinking and gambling, day after day. Whenever things went wrong, Lucia became his outlet. At first, she kept up the act, playing the gentle and obedient partner and catering to him in everything. Whatever he wanted, she went along with it. As time passed, her patience thinned. One day, Matteo uncovered something. In both his previous and current lives, he had been unknowingly drugged with Heartbane and aphrodisiacs—incidents he had believed to be part of my scheme. He had been under the assumption that I was in collusion with a rival family.

For the next several days, Matteo turned my training into an art form. He kept me naked most of the time, except for the black silk ribbon from our blood vow tied loosely around my throat like a collar. He made me crawl to him on my hands and knees when he wanted me. He fed me from his fingers. He made me thank him every time he made me come. And I was addicted. My innocent mind was fracturing under the weight of overwhelming lust. Every time he looked at me, my pussy clenched and dripped. Every time he called me “little wife” in that dark, possessive voice, I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to ruin me again.

Alex's POV Chen called on a Tuesday, ten days after the exhumation, while I was in the middle of a campaign review. I stepped out and took it in the hallway. "Preliminary toxicology confirms it," she said. "The same compound found in Eleanor Ross. Your mother was poisoned, Alex. We have enough to add two counts of first degree murder to Maya's charges." I stood there with my back against the wall and said nothing for a moment. "Alex."

, I asked, "You're fired!" Instead of freaking out and begging for his damn work, Matt turned to his laptop and typed in something, then turned back to me again, as though he were waiting for more information. I strained my neck to see what he had typed, and almost fell off my chair in laughter. Matt had simply typed on his laptop: "SCHEDULE FOR TODAY 1. Fires Matt. 2......." "What kind of incredulous schedule are you setting up?", I asked him, with no hint of anger in my voice.

"You're... unique…" “Sweetheart…” “I want you, Neve… Only you… I want you so badly I can't do anything without seeing you, feeling you, tasting you… You got me so addicted to you…" An anguished sound was torn from his throat just a heartbeat before his mouth fused with hers again. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue plowing deep with undisciplined passion. Again, his hand pushed slightly aside the robe and found her breast. Aiden kneaded it possessively. Her nipple pearled beneath the finessing of his thumb and they both shuddered under the impact of inundating desire.

Mathias found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, his mind devoid of any inkling regarding the answers to the riddles. With each passing moment, the relentless ticking of the clock reminded him of the dwindling time—mere minutes remained, less than ten to be precise. "Voiceless it cries... Mouthless mutters. What could this possibly signify?" Mathias muttered to himself, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. A sudden epiphany struck him like a bolt of lightning. "I've got it!" he exclaimed, a spark of hope igniting within him. "Breeze, like air... WIND!" Mathias triumphantly declared.