Novel & Cerita Addictive By Truth Hurts

“That was the truth. And they’ll see it too.” I glared at him, my chest still rising too fast. “You’re impossible.” His faint smile curved again. “And you’re addicted.”

"I want you to read the book and understand I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm trying to tell my truth." "Your truth makes me the villain in our relationship." "Because from my perspective, you were. Not intentionally, but the impact was the same." He paused. "You were emotionally unavailable. You chose work over us every time. I felt invisible." "So you sold our private relationship to the press for money. Very proportional response." "I was desperate and angry and broke. I made a terrible decision. I've apologized for that repeatedly." "And now you're profiting from it. Again." "I'm telling my story. That's allowed."

I screamed, My nails digging bloody lines into his back, My pussy gushing around his cock. “Harder…fuck me harder, you madarchod!” I cried, My legs locked around him. “Destroy my pussy! Ruin me for anyone else!” “Yeah? You love it, don't you?” He pounded deeper, grinding against my cervix with every brutal stroke. “Filthy little randi. Say it louder.” “I’m your filthy randi…ahhh fuck, don’t you dare stop! I’m addicted to your cock! I need it deeper, please fuck your stepsister’s cunt harder!”

I hate him with every fiber of my being and I truly want him to be punished but I'm more afraid of becoming like him, a tortured soul who only derives pleasure in hurting others. Hurting and causing pain to others is addictive. Once you start, you never want to stop." I replied. "Would it be such a terrible thing? Becoming one with your darkness? I embraced my darkness and it's the best decision I've ever made." He said. "That's what you might think but are you truly happy? Do you have inner peace?" I asked and he looked away.

He is so rough with me, and I love it. “... are you listening to me? Or, are you carried away by our little fucking?”I was disoriented and all I wanted was that he should keep hammering it into me.The sweetness of his cock made me lose my senses. I wanted More .“Adjussi... Adjus...” He slammed my head on the bannister. Instead of pain, it felt so good.“... I killed Reece.

Everything that he said is the truth. Just because it's the truth doesn't mean that it hurts any less though. In fact, it makes it worse. And it just made me angrier. Why do I have to have the one thing that makes me happy taken away from me? "No...this isn't true at all...it isn't true ..."

Even now when she had just lost her dad, I hadn’t been able to resist. If Ruin hadn't arrived god knows what would have happened. No not god knows. Because I did know. I would have touched her, made her coo and moan and forget her troubles for a little while. I would have allowed myself to do that to her when I should know better because I was fucking addicted to her. Maybe it was because I couldn’t have her. Maybe that’s why I wanted her so badly? I had never been good at being told no. But what I had said to her was the truth. One of us needed to stop this before it got out of hand. Before she got hurt.

"You’ll shift and crash the car? You’ll kill us both? Sit back, you pathetic addict. You’re lucky I’m even taking you back." The word addict stung, but it didn't have the power to stop the itching. I began to scratch my forearms, my blunt nails digging into the skin through the expensive fabric of my shirt. I needed the haze. I needed the silence the drug brought, the way it muffled the screaming voice in my head that told me I was a failure.

Why did I say yes to that deal? I wished sleep would drag me under, I wished I could disappear into oblivion where I wouldn’t hear them, wouldn’t hear my own thoughts screaming. Damn… this hurts so fucking much. I regretted everything. That night at the club when I’d picked the wrong person—my own brother,if I’d seen his face first, I could’ve made an excuse,run ,anything but taste something I’d never be able to forget now I was addicted to a poison that wore my brother’s name.