Novel & Cerita Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle

Fynn asks in a whisper, and I can sense the entitled grin on his face. Nodding as my voice gets strangled by a strange feeling rising into my throat, I make him groan. “This is fantastic!” After gloating for another bit, letting me adjust to his penetration, he wraps his arms around me, pushing me down another bit. I moan, and he kisses my neck. “Relax, babe. Matthew is going to lick you. You will see that you will like it so much, you will get addicted to it.” “Oh, fuck,” I whimper, as I look down at Matthew who has now reached my throbbing pussy.

Marken didn’t respond, but his silence was weighted, trembling on the edge of fury and despair. The alter ego—Matheo—descended the stairs, his movements smooth and deliberate. The golden light spilling through the window caught the sharp lines of his face, giving him a wicked sort of beauty. He picked up a half-empty glass of liquor from the table and took a slow sip, the burn of it curling in his throat. “When you finally come to your senses,” Matheo said, swirling the amber liquid in the glass, “and decide to help me finish the experiment, I’ll let her go. But you know me—I don’t have a bottom line, and I’ll do anything to get what I want.”

Not until we told him to. "You love this, don’t you, slut?" I murmured, my fingers trailing up Matteo’s spine before curling into his hair, tugging his head back making him arch against my dick which takes me deeper into his has. "Being stuffed full, used just the way you were meant to be." Matteo let out a breathy chuckle, his voice laced with arousal. "You say that like you’re not just as addicted to ruining me." A smirk tugged at my lips as I gave a sharp thrust, harder this time. Matteo’s whole body jolted, a deep moan falling from his lips.

I nodded, "I understand that. But I believe something can happen..." "Something like a miracle?" Matteo cut me off. As I nodded, he let out a humourless laughter, "Don't be fucking delusional, Deirdre. We are trapped just as whoever wanted it did. We are fucking trapped." Matteo puffed out a breath, plucked out the pack of cigars, and took out a stick. "Matteo," I murmured. As he tried to light the cigar, I stood to my feet, walking towards him, "Smoking can't fix your problem."

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 sipped, enjoying the burn of the alcohol. Then my phone pinged. It surprised me. No one texted me this late except my mother, Dahlia, and Adrian. I looked at the screen. But it was a new number. Text: Rocker, you rock so hard. That waist… damn. I didn't know you could move like that, chef girl. I stared at the message. I froze. I know who this is. God. Dante. How did he get my number? And why is he saying I rock so well? Is he here?

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.