Romans & histoires Addiction: A 60's Love Story

“I know we didn’t start right but I want to do things right this time,” “Zane… We can’t… We shouldn’t…” I tried pulling away but he held onto me tightly. “I know falling in love with you wasn’t part of the plan, but you’ve seeped deep into my skin, and trust me I have tried to kill it but it wouldn't die. I’m addicted to you, you are my cocaine,” This talk was giving me goosebumps on my skin, I could feel it down my spine. I feel the same way but I couldn't tell him that, I'd just be encouraging what shouldn’t be.

Dave POV This wasn't some kind of great love story. I didn't bring Analyn to spend the rest of our lives together because I fell in love with her. It was something different than love. It was an addiction. When I looked at her at that mall for the first time, I felt a rush of excitement. My entire body started to tingle, and I was overwhelmed by thirst. I knew it wasn't just an ordinary thirst for blood. It was meant specifically for her.

Not even his wife. But at the moment, they were separated and had been for six months. Frankly, he couldn't stand her. He never loved her, and still couldn't figure out why he agreed to marry her three years ago. Something in him did want to share all of his success with someone. A companion, but Amber only wanted the money. And the sex. Originally, he knew that this leggy blond was only flirting with him because of his status.

He laughed softly, low and amused. "Is that what you think? That you would be sleeping with me because you are lonely?" His hand was at her throat again, stroking, caressing, heating her blood. "This is why you will make love with me. This!" He mentioned, as his mouth fastened on hers. White heat. Blue lightning. The ground shifted and rolled. Aiden dragged her slender form against his male length, his body aggressive, his mouth dominating, sweeping her into a world of pure feeling.

I whimpered, but my voice cracked and my pussy clenched hard around nothing. The pressure was too much, my juices had completely soaked my shorts and his boxers. Every grind made obscene wet sounds and my clit throbbed so bad I could barely think. I kept kissing him back, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue, all while hating how much I needed this. Kai kept taunting me between rough kisses. “That’s it. Keep fighting it. Keep telling me how much you hate me while your cunt tries to suck my cock through our clothes. You’re addicted already and we’ve only just started.”

“That’s not going to happen.” My pulse quickened. “Why?” His answer came without hesitation. “Because I told you before.”His gaze softened slightly. “I’m already addicted to you.” The words made my chest tighten again.

“Don’t worry,babe. The bitch doesn’t suspect a thing.” I froze. “The wedding is next week,”he was saying. “Once we’re married, I find the money. I’ll wait six months, then leave her. She’s just the ladder. You and the kids get everything.” A woman’s voice, tinny and sad: “Bryan misses his daddy.” “Tell Bryan daddy is working hard for his future.” I didn’t scream. A cold, clear feeling took over. The love wasn’t just gone.It had never been real.

"Everyone in that book makes terrible decisions. That's the point." "He knows the other man is lying and he keeps giving him more access. It's not romantic, it's a liability." "It's about choosing someone even when it's risky," I said. "Which you would know something about." He looked at me. "Are you comparing us to a novel where someone gets shot in chapter six?" "No one gets shot in chapter six." "I'm on chapter six." I laughed. Actually laughed, the kind that comes out before you can decide whether to let it. He watched me with the expression he reserved for moments he thought I wasn't paying attention. Like he was storing it somewhere.

Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get rid of without- " "You can fool others with your tricks, but I am not one of them." She was interrupted before she explained the situation. She frowned at him while thinking about what made him think about her. His intense stare was intimidating, making her squirm, and her heart twisted in pain when he said something he could keep to himself. "Your grandpa is living by himself all alone. Where you should be the one to take care of the person who was always there for you, you left th

He felt weak and cleaned himself up and rinsed off his semen from the bathroom wall. His dick slowly became limp as the desire and want to be ebbed away. He had a quick shower and headed back to bed. He lay and stared at the ceiling in thought. If there was one thing he knew, it was that he would always tell himself the glaring truth. A woman was his weakness, something he had sworn that he would never allow. His father had always told him to eliminate all his weaknesses but he could not bring himself to get rid of her. He had let her grow in him too long. He was addicted to her but he couldn't let her know.