Addicted To You Series Novels & Stories

“I love the way your lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over your clit, the way you start to pant for me, your eyes silently begging. Making you come is one of my favorite hobbies, baby." She bit down on her lip as my touch became rougher, more impatient. All the while, I continued to fuck her slowly, the whole world fading away. I didn't give a fuck anymore that there were hundreds of people listening to a seminar just below this balcony. All I could see was my wife. “I think I'm addicted to your pussy.” “I think I'm addicted to you," she whispered. I flicked her clit roughly, pushing her right to the edge. "I'll keep you hooked, baby. I'll keep feeding your addiction, so you'll never

“Getting addicted to you was never a choice. It was always inevitable. I couldn’t resist you if I tried, baby girl. You’re my kryptonite.” I dropped my purse and wrapped my arms around his waist tighter than I ever have. Because the escape his touch gave me anchors me at the same time. It was contradictory, hot and cold, ice and fire, chalk and cheese. Everything about my growing addiction to this gorgeous man was a big fucking ping-pong game. “What are you doing later?” “Nothing. Why?” I answered. “I have another shoot. Want to come with me?” I pulled back and looked at him. “After last time? Really?”

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."

"Where's your ring? Oh, yeah... divorced. Rhett sent me a wedding invitation." My teeth clench. It's not even been twenty-four hours since I signed the divorce papers, and he's already sending out wedding invitations? "It's none of your business," I grit out. "The fucker doesn't deserve you after all." I scoff at his words, my eyes narrowing as I meet his. "I, Cassandra McCarthy, reject you, Alpha Cassian, as my fated mate," I say, taking a step back, my hip throbbing with the movement. His jaw tightens. His eyes narrow just slightly, sweeping over me as though he's recalculating an equation that has refused to balance the way he expected.

Alexander chuckled darkly and thrust deeper, making me whimper. “You’re not leaving, baby.” He lowered his head and kissed my neck, then my jaw, then my lips. “Not after tonight. Not after you let two men destroy you and still begged for more. You’re going to be addicted.” He started moving a little faster, his thick cock sliding in and out of my cum-filled pussy with wet, filthy sounds. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered against my mouth. “By the time these six months are over, you won’t even remember what your life looked like before me.”

“Then stop talking and get me one.” Theo laughed and waved the bartender over. “Whiskey, top shelf. And keep them coming. Our boy here is in a mood.” I took the first glass and downed half of it in one go. The burn felt good. “Long week,” I said simply. Marcus leaned in, grinning. “That new piece you were seeing? The blonde from corporate law? She still blowing up your phone?” I chuckled darkly. “She was fun for a night. They all are.”

“I’m going to keep you full of my cum every day. I’m going to fuck you in our families’ houses. I’m going to make you crave me until you can’t imagine life without your enemy inside you.” I came again, weaker this time but no less intense, my body completely surrendered to him. As we lay tangled together afterward, his cum leaking down my thighs and his strong arms holding me possessively against his chest, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn’t want to escape. I was addicted to my enemy. And this dark, forbidden marriage was only just beginning.

Sophia’s shadow lingered, but our extreme, joyful addiction remained the core of our perfect, happy relationship, stronger, filthier, and more addicted with every chapter. The drive back from the cabin was thick with lingering lust. My body was still sore and leaking traces of Marcus’s cum from the final morning anal session on the cabin deck, my holes stretched and sensitive with every bump in the road. The isolation had been pure primal heaven, screaming orgasms echoing through the woods, his fists and cock destroying me without limits, but the city and Sophia’s shadow waited. Marcus’s phone had buzzed with a missed call from her during the drive. “She left a voicemail about needing to ‘fi