Addiction: A 60's Love Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

Brayden raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant. “No? Well one can be addicted to love or the idea of it. I could have let go of Chad long ago. I was addicted to the misery and the fact that if I felt something I hadn’t wasted all that time and at least I gave my heart even if it was broken in the end. I was addicted to be broken hearted. Maybe it’s not as destructive as gambling or drinking or drugs or something but it definitely crippled my life for two years.”

Nico just stared with those intense eyes that saw too much. I rocked the baby and cried softer now. Inside my head the truth burned bright and dirty. I loved sneaking out. I loved Kane’s cock wrecking me. I loved the way the risk made my whole body light up. The addiction had started back in that penthouse when he first made me come against my will. It had grown every time he touched my belly and called me his. And now it was too deep to stop. The brothers finally left the room but I knew they were not done. They would watch closer. They would set traps. They would push harder next time.

I crossed my legs beneath the table and leaned back in the booth. He caught his tongue between his teeth and studied me for a moment. “A couple of years ago. And before you ask, no, sex isn’t an outlet for some monumental fuck-up in my childhood. I like sex, I had a bit too much, and I got addicted. It works the same way as any addiction. You get one taste, you want more and more, then suddenly you can’t live without it.” His eyes were focused on mine as he said the last sentence. The very same sentence wrapped around me, tightening my chest and ricocheting off every corner of my mind.

She had always been in control even the first time she had kissed him she was in full control of her emotions but now all that flew out the window and the kiss became even deeper. He explored the inside of her mouth. She tasted sweet like cotton candy in the morning. The forbidden fruit that you should never taste. He felt her lean into the kiss and became even more dominant. The kiss invaded her thought all she could think about was him and how much she fucking loved the feel of him next to her. She was holding his shirt for lives sake while he was supporting her waste. When he finally let her go. She was panting and out of breath. "You like it."

Are you insane, look you broke my phone Ella surd angrly. (What am I going to do the guys that are chasing me are almost here) (An ideal popped into his head and he smiled devilishly with a smirk plaster on his face). (he kissed her) I stood like a status calculating it like a theory (my first kiss) The guys that were chasing me past us and I broke the kiss, a resounding slapped landed on my face!! How dare you kiss me you jerk Ella yell angrly hitting him.

“I got it right after we met, because I knew she was the one. It’s a symbol of our love.” “That’s so romantic!” Addison’s therapist sounds like she is swooning a little. “What a beautiful gesture.” “It was the least I could do. Addison is truly my entire world.” She does her best to choke back a laugh. “What about your tattoos?” Addison’s therapist asks him. “Are any of yours dedicated to him?” “Oh, yes,” Addison lies. “On my wrist… the 13th of June is the day we met.” “Oh, wow,” the woman massaging Javan says. “You two are so romantic! You must be so in love!”

He never would again. "You think this is a game?" His voice was a rasp, like he was speaking from the pit of hell. "That ring on your finger? It’s a joke. Just like that bastard you want to get married to." Her breath hitched, a flicker of guilt flashing in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. She did love him, and love like that doesn’t disappear. Not really. Not in the dark, twisted places where it thrives. But now… now it was a sick addiction, a hunger that could never be satisfied.

My eyes shut open when I began to hear the distant noise of commotion. I snapped my head up when the iron gate swung open with a dreadful screech, and the light flickered to life, casting an eerie glow on the face of my arch-nemesis. Drake? His mouth twisted into a devious, lip-curling smirk, exposing a set of teeth that seemed to flash with a wicked, triumphant gleam."I got released this morning and your lover is already here to rescue you. He did act feral for your sake. He isn't the typically innocent fellow he used to be" he grunted, walking forward.