Addiction: A 60's Love Story 소설 & 이야기

I said firmly, trying to push him away. Jace kissed my exposed neck repeatedly. "I really don't want to force you; I'm your husband. Be quiet." He smiled, pinning me down. "Jace, you beast, let me go!" I exclaimed, struggling to break free. Jace pushed me back, his smile widening. "By the end of this month, I promise you'll fall in love with me." I laughed, "You're joking, right? There's no love in my eyes, and there never will be. I'm not in love with you; you're not the one I love. I'm not even in love with anyone, okay?"

Her delicate hands cradled me tenderly, and her eyes shone with a fierce, protective love. The scene shifted rapidly. The woman carried me to a grand hall where a man dressed in regal attire awaited. He stood tall, his uniform exuding authority and warmth. He smiled down at me, his expression softening as he looked at the woman. I could see tears glistening in her eyes as she returned his smile—a mixture of sorrow and resolve intermingling in that silent exchange. Then, the vision darkened. The couple, so tender in their intimacy, abruptly turned toward a heavy knock at the door. A voice rang out—a desperate, urgent plea:

I said. A story filled with ups and downs, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Because I am where I am supposed to be—with you, the love of my life. The End

"That my point dear husband...you will get yourself killed if you continue like this!" He left his grip and turned his back on her. "It's not something I usually do Elle.... it's like an addiction which I hate with all my being. I hate being dependent on them whenever I am in stress...I hate it but can't help it" "Since when?" "I was addicted to it for a year or so when I was a teenager. Then I left it....and now a few days back....I was so stressed ...I don't know...I just...."

But his tongue, sweet baby Jesus, his tongue in her mouth, doing things to her she never thought were even possible, kicked all her common sense out of the window. She pressed into him and flung her arms around his neck as she straddled him, her legs winding loosely around his waist. He tasted like insanely expensive cognac or bourbon. Whatever it was, he'd drunk enough of it to leave her intoxicated. But she didn't care, and at that moment, as his hands fumbled with the buttons of her sleep shirt, his hot lips on her neck, Eden finally understood one of life's sad truths—how addicts were born. No one sets out to be an addict.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

When I got mad and gave him the cold shoulder, he'd nuzzle up against me like a good boy, and I'd lose my temper in an instant. I thought I'd hit the jackpot—a man who didn't find me disgusting, who was gorgeous, who could actually satisfy me. Turned out, none of it mattered. I still suffered every single day, tortured by my addiction. He'd just hold me, comfort me, but never actually help. Until one time, after we'd been out winning stuffed animals from a claw machine. He pulled me straight into the men's restroom and took me—hard. After that, he was hooked. Night after night, we lost ourselves in each other.

Tiana stared at the screen. A second message appeared. Dinner tonight? Her lips curved slightly. So he had already started chasing. Perfect. She typed slowly. Maybe. A moment later his reply came. I’ll take that as a yes. Her smile faded the moment she locked the phone. This wasn't romance. This wasn't attraction. This was war. And Vince Donovan had no idea that the woman he wanted… Was the one preparing to destroy him.

“This pussy… Jesus.” I held on to him tighter, feeling my legs open as he hit the perfect spot. Every time we hooked up, I went home later and later. We seemed to crave each other more, not less. Our passion turned into something combustible. We couldn’t stop. Not for anything, not for anyone. We were both addicted. “Don’t stop…don’t ever stop.”

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or