Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

My heart gave a traitorous skip as the memory of him flashed through my mind. Her eyes widened. I leaned in, our shoulders touching, my voice barely a whisper. “Lu… be honest with me.” I glanced toward the stairs before looking back at her. “Is it normal for it to feel this… addictive?” Lucia didn’t just look shocked; she looked like I’d just told her the sun was rising in the west. Her mouth hung open as she searched my face. “What do you mean, addictive?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, the embarrassment fighting with a sudden, giddy rush of happiness. It felt like a weight had been lifted just by saying it out loud. “It’s like a drug. It just feels so good.”

My fingers kept moving, slow circles over the swollen head. “You love me too much to watch me stop breathing. More than you ever loved her. Everything you couldn’t give her—every dark thing, every brutal thing—you’ve already poured into me. You’ve fucked me raw in ways you never dared with her. You’ve bruised me, marked me, made me cry and beg and come so hard I black out. And you’d give me more. Because I can take it. I crave it. I come harder when you hurt me just right. I beg louder when you remind me I’m nothing without your cock splitting me open. I’m addicted to the way you own me, break me, rebuild me around your dick.”

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

Xavier POV Archer and I always went club for stress reliever. You know hot sex is the best stress reliever if I may say. After drinking a few rounds. Girls immediately flocking at us. Women are always like this. When you have money and looks they will beg for you. And that's exactly what I want. Two girls made their way to me. As the both sit in my lap now. Wow! Well well! What's with this girls up to now? Threesome? Hahaha.. I won't back out!

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright My head's underwater But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you

Liam stood there in nothing but a towel, water still dripping down his body, looking at me with the most devastated expression I had ever seen. “So that’s it?” he asked, voice breaking. “After everything? After all the promises? You’re choosing them again?” I sobbed uncontrollably. “I’m choosing the truth. I’m addicted, Liam. I’m sick. And I don’t think I can be fixed while pretending I’m someone I’m not.” He didn’t yell. He didn’t scream. He simply walked over, kissed my forehead one last time, and whispered: “Then go. Be their Queen.

Davey was the only one who ever gave me the truth. Even Addi lied to me. There'd been this one crazy, drug-fuelled night when Addi and I had both been partying hard, and we'd left the basement club where Davey was on the decks to sit outside and cool off, watching the sun come up as we went down. The buzz was starting to fade and sometimes when it does, when you feel it loosening its grip, there's this honesty, a truthfulness that just hits you straight in the heart, when you're almost ready to say what you never dared admit. Dark stuff. Deep shit you've kept locked way down inside where you think you've buried it just enough to keep it there, shoving mud and dirt into its mouth in the hope

I wanted to change his mind and say that I don't want to marry him, it's just too late, too late when I'm an addict wanting another dose of the drug that only he has and is capable of numbing all my scars. I pull his face caressing the stubble loving the way the cold fades from the dark spheres warming with my touch raising a white flag between us. - Don't lie again. - The sharp voice shakes my mind. - I won't. - Your eyes admire the truth with which I make the promise while my heart corrupts a little more for not being able to fulfill it. The guilt this time doesn't even appear when the strong arms close again, warming my body, inhaling the smell of my hair, erasing the memories, the touche

He behaved like a heartless beast, his large hands roaming over my body, coercing me into compliance. I felt scared, opened my mouth, and bit him. "What are you doing, Xavier Quinn? Let me go." But he acted as if he hadn't heard me and continued his relentless advances, becoming even more aggressive. I wanted to resist, but the pain in my body left me powerless. I could only let him ruthlessly crush my will and violate my dignity. ... This seemingly cathartic lovemaking didn't last long. I was in excruciating pain, but my pride wouldn't allow me to shed a single tear.