Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

💦Dangerous Addiction💦 The morning light filtered through Matteo’s apartment windows as I woke up sore, sticky, and still full of his cum. My pussy and ass ached deliciously from the relentless fucking he’d given me all night. I could feel his dried seed crusted on my thighs and between my breasts. Matteo was already awake, watching me with dark, possessive eyes. His cock was hard again, resting thick and heavy against his stomach. “Morning,” he murmured, pulling me on top of him. “You’re still leaking my cum.”

All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, murder, bullying, family issues, domestic violence, self-harm, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism.

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

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

why? "I'm addicted to it already Maryam, I'm...do you think, I don't want to stop? I really want to, but I can't...I really can't...I'm addicted to it already. Once I stopped, I might turn into something else. I won't be me again. Just imagine what I did to you the other day. I couldn't even control my self! Once I don't take it on time, it brings out some unwillingly things in me".

He cuts off whatever I was about to say, and when I finally look at him—really look—I see it. The tension in his shoulders. The way his hands grip the steering wheel like he's trying to strangle it. The faint shadows under his eyes, dark as bruises. "I have Mate Madness," he says. The words hang between us. Mate Madness. I know what that is. Every wolf knows. It's the stuff of horror stories. "You're telling me," I say slowly, "that rejecting me broke something in you." His jaw clenches. "I didn't want this." "Neither did I!" The words explode out of me. "You think I wanted any of this? You marked me. You rejected me. You made me feel like garbage. And now you're telling me that you're the o

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

Then I laughed it off, complained lightly, and mentioned how I didn’t really understand the game. That was all it took. Men like Matteo can smell opportunity the way sharks smell blood. When I asked him—casually, almost embarrassed—if he could play for me, he didn’t even hesitate. Not once did he question who I was. Not once did suspicion cross his face. His addiction drowned out his instincts. Of course, he agreed. Of course he did. What Matteo didn’t know was that I wasn’t there to win. I was there to observe. To study how he moved. How he thought. How far his greed went when temptation dangled right in front of him. And more importantly—how easily he trusted strangers when money was invol

I take a sip of my scotch And I dial a number, if there's one person in this world who hates Matt more than me It's Jamal Admos Ring Ring Ring "Whose this" he growls out "I have a business proposal for you"I smirk tracing the rim of my glass "And what exactly is that" he states in a cold tone "Well Mr Admos we both want Zuri but there is something we both want more as well" I smirk "Stop with the fucking riddles and get to the point" "We want Matt dead" The line goes quiet "We'll talk in the morning Viper", he hangs up

“I’m Ardal’s date for the evening.” Kadeem ignored the outstretched hand, folding his arms over his chest. Rayburn let his hand fall. “And you are?” All traces of politeness were gone. Kadeem gritted his teeth. Mateo jumped in, swaying drunkenly. “That would be your alpha - Kadeem. And I’m the world-famous hypnotist, Mateo Grimshald.” Mateo’s eyes shifted from Rayburn to Ardal, his gaze lingering on her in a way that made Kadeem’s blood pressure rise even higher, the corners of his mouth curling into a lewd grin.