Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

What made a guy like Matthew, who used to be ride-or-die loyal, just toss his morals? Only answer I could come up with? Novelty. Ten years deep, and all we talked about were groceries and utility bills. Vivian, though? She was chaos in a pretty dress—bright, loud, unpredictable. And just like that, he was hooked. It turned into a full-blown addiction. No guilt. No hesitation. Just shameless kisses and discount passion. It turned into an addiction, one strong enough to erase any guilt. No guilt. No shame. Just easy kisses and cheap thrills.

I moan when she begins stroking me. “Matteo,” she cries out in desperation. “Do you know how hard it was for me to stay without you for weeks? How much I craved you but was only allowed to watch you from a distance. . .” a hue of bright red creeps up her heated cheeks. “Did you really miss me that much?” She asks, her voice teasing. “Oh, you have no idea, baby.” I affirm, “you are so unaware of just how much I love you. You don’t know the extremes of insanity I go through whenever you are nowhere near me. I am really addicted to you and I will never recover.”

"Are you teasing me?" "Answer the question, Astrid." "He wasn't.. Mateo.." "Say it, please." "He didn't make the cut Mateo.. He.. I don't know Mateo.. I just love you." "Come here.." L

Taylor really loves singing break ups and love songs but most importantly she knows how to reach people's heart with her songs. "We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air See the light, see the party the ballgowns See you make your way through the crowd and say hello Little did I know, that you were Romeo and you were throwing pebbles And my daddy said stay away from Juliet But you were everything to me I was begging you please don't go.. And I said Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone

I said and hissed frustratedly. “I am not interested,” he responded. “Turn off the light,” I said. He turned off the light and left the room. I was so bothered but then I heard my phone ringing. I picked it up without checking the caller ID. “Hello,” I said. “My love,” I heard a deep voice from the other end. “Bryan?” I asked. “Of course,” he said over the phone. He sounded drunk, but his deep voice was still intact. He seemed like he was more sexy than usual.

I hated especially the anticipation his text made me feel. No. It had to stop. I had no idea how addictive the oil was, or how hard it would be to wash it off and get clean. I’d heard some creepy stories back in prison, about how regular opioids caused physical addiction in only five days, and in only two weeks people just couldn’t function without it in their system, not to mention how excruciating the cleansing could be. But I had no choice. I needed to put an end to it, or I would never have the guts to face up to Big Ellie and get rid of him for good. That was the only way to start making my life something other than a relentless burden of pressure and lies.

he asked, somehow that question pissed me off. “am I okay? I'm strapped on top of a fucking bomb! Mateo get me out of here!” I yelled angrily, he was quiet for a while, and then he said “I know Mariella, I know she's bluffing” he said, I watched as Mariella’s face turned into a scowl. “You think so!” she yelled into the phone, she was visibly angry, her dagger eyes firmly placed on mine, “I know so, you never come through for anything in your pathetic life, you are a drug addict who can't even suck dick properly” Mateo replied.

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

I could only beg. “Please don’t do this…” The man who suggested the game was aiming at a snooker ball. He was aiming it at me. The snooker ball rolled on the table and very soon hit its target. I trembled and felt a gush of hotness down there. My addiction was triggered again. “She’s pretty sensitive. She felt it with just a single touch. We’re going to have so much fun today.” “Wench, do you want it? If you want it, just say so. We’re all here.”