Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

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

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.

Anyway, I suppose there is no other better way besides avoiding Matthias since I mustn’t violate our agreement. At the thought of that, Heather decided to not let her obsession over Matthias get the better of her. I must put a stop to this! Matthias is like a drug to me, tempting yet fatal. If I ever get ‘addicted’ to him, my life will only be filled with misery. So I must be proactive before it’s too late for me to turn back.

But a fake cough disturb her from taking advantage of me Thank God! I feel like I am about to be rape . I look into the two women whose wearing hospital coat. They're face looks familiar to me. I look at them closely then I my mind remembered. The girl with a long straight hair and has milky complexion is non other than Archer wife. She's my best friend wife. I known her because I got to see her photos since Archer asked me to investigate her. Then the other girl. Is the fiesty sexy one that bump the back of Audi last week! What a small world after all.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

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.

I know why you're doing all this and i understand, but you need to slow down a bit before you turn into an addict. I frown at him. "Nothing like that is going to happen." The look he gives me only shows that he thinks otherwise. "I'm not an addict, Matt." The fact that he just stares at me without saying anything just pisses me off. "I'm not an addict," i repeat, widening my eyes at him. I don't know why i want him to say, "i know", so much but i do. I open the pack and put one pill under my tongue.

My phone started ringing as soon as I was done eating. "Hey, dude, how are you? Do you not intend to report to work today?" I was asked over the phone by my friend Drake. My mother's comments echoed in my mind: "When will you bring in someone so who will love you for who you are?" "Alex, are you still there?" Drake enquired. I would never miss a day of work. "Ya man, I'm here," I blurted out in response. Do you not intend to report to work today? Drake asked the same question again.

That just because they could force him didn't mean he was a pushover or easy to deal with. He wanted them to know she was his. Even if he didn’t understand what that meant anymore. He only knew she was his to ruin. Even if he didn't know how to ruin her. Because he had promised he wouldn’t claim any other woman. And yet… “You are a hypocrite,” he told his reflection. His wolf growled. “I am not. I never promised anything or anyone. I always warned you. Lilith was not our mate.” “And so is she!” Callister shot back.