Novel & Cerita Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle

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 . . .

pounding her in missionary position, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his cock destroying her with each thrust. "You're never going to be satisfied with Ryan again," he said, his face inches from hers. "Every time he fucks you with that little dick, you're going to be thinking about me. About this. About my cock filling you, stretching you, making you scream." "Yes," Eva sobbed. "God, yes." "You're going to come back to me. Again and again. Because you're addicted now. Aren't you?" "Yes! I'm addicted!" "Say you're mine."

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.

“Aw, I know lovey, leaving your friends behind is hard, isn’t it?” Then she’s gone again. Rafael’s arm twitches. “Ow! Fuck!” Matteo hisses and he starts to rub his leg. “What’s wrong?” I ask, speaking for the first time. “My leg. Feels like a muscle cramp.” “Hm,” Rafael says and finally puts his right hand on the table. It’s empty. “That would be the ricin.” “The what?” Matteo asks.

“You've troubled yourself enough today so just get some rest.” My eyes blurred and my body swayed. What? “But– I am your Luna. I should stand by your side.” I spoke up again, biting my lips in a tremble. Whispers rose around us, chatters like incessant bee heaving. Arianna smirked. I glared at her, at him. Hatred was beginning to grow a seed in my body. I swallowed hard, “I'm your mate. I'm a yourate and your soon to-be Luna.”

When my phone buzzed on the nightstand with another text from Mom saying her flight was delayed another day, I laughed breathlessly and sank down harder on Victor’s cock. “Looks like we have one more night, Daddy.” His hands gripped my hips, guiding me faster. “Then I’m spending every hour of it inside you. Filling you. Ruining you for anyone else.” I came again, moaning his name like a prayer and a sin all at once. This was never going to stop. Not when my mother came home. Not ever. We were addicted. And the secret we were keeping was only going to get dirtier. The End… for now.

I just lay there, heavy and warm, letting the alcohol pull me under. I heard a small sound maybe a gasp but it felt far away. Probably nothing. Just the whiskey playing tricks. I turned my head slightly, cheek pressed against the pillow. “Julian…” I whispered, voice rough and dark, almost too quiet to hear. Then everything went black.