Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

POV Matthew Three days into whatever the hell this was with MistressA, and I was officially addicted to my phone's notification sound. Pathetic? Absolutely. Did I care? Not even fucking slightly. MistressA: Tell me about your fantasies, bunny. The dirty ones you've never said out loud. I stared at the message, pulse hammering. For the last few days, we'd moved past theoretical discussions into territory that made my brain short-circuit. Can’t say I didn’t like it.

"Therefore, I came all the way just to see you! Can I get Rena again for that moment? She's amazing!" Just as I got the idea to forget Rena, Matthew asked for a chance. Yes, Rena is indeed amazing. Her touch is so dangerous, capable of making a guy like me extremely addicted. Like I say, "Rei ..., just twist your wrist onto me ...." I'm going crazy, now. Crazy in, although silent outside. Maybe I was having tremors, hallucinating, even imagining Rena with me at every climax with the hired girls. Or, I make the girls slap my cheeks.

He said as it seemed like there was a clock in my head tik tok, tik tok. I wonder what was going through Matteo's head but he better not come. I didn't want Luca to use me as his bait to get to the dark lord . . .

In that instant, the rich scent of chocolate and premium cigars flared up in my senses all over again. "Curate your curiosity around what I am, genius girl, not who I am," Matteo countered, his smooth, lethal bass voice cutting through the wind. "Who do you kill then?" I asked, completely unfiltered. "The bad guys." "But you're bad too." Matteo rolled his eyes at my blunt logic, a dark yet incredibly sexy mafia grin spreading across his face. "Other bad guys." he corrected softly, exhaling a thick plume of cigar smoke into the silver moonlight.

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

“Then what is it about? You come here to tell me something cryptic or what?” “Not cryptic,” I said, letting my tone drop lower, almost conversational. “Actually, I would be pretty straightforward. You have got a problem, Mateo.” That smirk of his wavered now, just a fraction. “What problem would that be?” I let the silence stretch, long enough for him to start fidgeting with the edge of his phone. Then I said it, calmly, like I was reading the weather: “I know about your drug habit.”

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

The sheets got stained with my semen. I rolled beside her, pulling her closer to me. “I don't know what I am going to do now.” Luna looked up, “What do you mean?” I smiled, “I'm addicted to you, baby. I don't think I can have enough of you ever.” Luna giggled, and cupping my face she kissed me gently. My heart hammered inside my chest, and it only got whenever I hit the gym. Her one kiss simply made the organ beat. “You are a tempting man yourself, Mr. Aaron.”

I scrunched my nose up, "You?" "Who asked you to sleep early?" I scoffed, "What has that got to do with me sleeping well?" He shook his head, "You are a fraud." "I learnt from the best." I shrugged. But even as I rearranged the desk in silence, my mind still wandered, spinning with the thoughts of the poisoned coffee. My face was neutral but my mind... It moved rapidly. Was it poison? Was it sedative? What was its purpose? Was the maid involved?

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or