Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

Dropping my face into my hands as I cried uninhibitedly. “What have you done to me, Mathis?” “Everything cruel and unholy.” He stared down at me impassively. “What is this? To destroy me?” “No.” He leaned down and hoisted me up by my shoulders. “You’ve destroyed me.” *** “I thought I’d given up searching for her.” Mathis murmured to me as he turned and found his way to the stairs. His love. “I thought I’d never know her again.” He explained. “I found Udora and fed on her. She became addicted to my dark magic.”

Benji, who was restraining the man, used one hand to remove his lighter from his pocket and place the flame at the end of Matteo’s cigarette, causing him to suck reflexively. Shit. Maybe step one would be to toss any cigarette packets he had. “You look like you want money.” Matteo said casually as he observed Bruno. “Your eyes are bloodshot, your hands are trembling, and you are missing your left pinky; hmm…alcohol addiction and a gambling debt?” Matteo asked with a dry laugh. How ironic was it that his mother was back where she started? “You don’t fit this upper-class supermarket, so you must have been following me for a while.”

She didn’t answer, her eyes fixed on the wound, but her jaw clenched as she said enough. In Matteo’s apartment, the shower shut off, and the guy stepped out, a towel tied low around his hips not tight. Water dripped down on the hardwood floor as he walked toward Matteo, his eyes filled with mischief. “Daddy, I’m ready for you now,” he said, letting the towel fall. “Use me however you want.” Matteo’s pulse quickened, the cocaine magnifying every sensation. He set his whiskey down and leaned forward, his voice thick. “Siri, play me ‘Earned It’ by The Weeknd.” The romantic rhythm filled the room, the sound vibrating through the air. The apartment is a playground of dark desires—ropes, cuffs, an

And she refused to get close to him too, something that made him very mad. He hated the fact that she was keeping her distance. He made it compulsory for the three of them to have breakfast together every morning, as an excuse to see her every day at least but Jade refused to show up the last two times. “There's this insane feeling I get every time I take cocaine to an extreme limit. I got to understand that nothing in this world could ever give me that bliss and that is why I became so addicted to it.” He gulped down the alcohol until it burned down his throat.

Just like earlier whilst heading to this university, I couldn't even concentrate on the road whilst she was in the car. Fuck!, she is intoxicating, she has become our drug and we have taken the drug so deep that we don't even know when we became addicted to it, damn. As my shaft thrusts in and out of her, it would always throb with excitement showing how intense pleasure I was getting and I was a few seconds away every time from cumming. She is so sweet, too damn sweet. And where this is heading to if she ever says she doesn't want it again I swear we would lock her up in a hidden room and pleasure her for our whole life and no one else.

"Bingo. I had attacked you system and got your attention. While you were busy I managed to get all the information I need but you had also layed a trap for us. You had uploaded a virus on our systems." "Yes I had first just wanted to see what you would do at first but the game had become a little boring so I just sent one of my viruses to stop you mid way." "But I still managed to out smart you in this little game of ours." "Well I appreciate someone smart and even better when he can outsmart me." "Nice I didn't think you could do all this in a matter of hours. You've really outsmarted me." "Before we are done were you the one who made the poison that killed those man didn't you."

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.

“Pendragon doesn’t even know who we’re watching yet.” He crushed the cigarette under his boot and faded back into the dark. --- Absolutely! Here's a funnier, sharper version of Matteo's moment of panic and ridiculous brainstorming — keeping the danger real but letting his personality shine through with pure chaos: --- Matteo was losing it. He sat on a milk crate on the rooftop, staring at a crushed soda can like it held the answers to life. His hoodie was half-zipped. His brain? Fully fried. “Okay,” he whispered, “how do you become best friends with a guy who probably murders people between breakfast and lunch?”