Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

“I wanted to protect myself. To keep the truth hidden. But maybe I just destroyed something real before it could even start.” She leaned back against the couch, covering her face with her hands. “Damian must hate me now. God, he must think I used him…” Her heart twisted painfully. Despite everything, she craved him. She wanted to hear his voice, to explain, to beg for understanding. Instead, she poured another drink. The room blurred around her as exhaustion weighed heavy. Her phone slipped from her fingers, landing on the couch cushion. In her haze, her thumb brushed against the screen, unknowingly dialing a familiar number.

All I knew was the fire clawing at my insides, the bitter taste of rejection, and the terrifying truth: I wanted her. And I wasn’t going to let anyone else have her.

I whispered, the words tearing their way out as if they could somehow undo the damage. This pull, this hunger—I had tried to deny it, but it wasn’t lust or desire. It was something darker, an addiction that clouded my judgment, blurred lines I once thought unbreakable. If you think knowing the truth made it any easier, you are wrong. If anything, it cut deeper, made it harder for me.

Eden hissed, her face contorted into an ugly expression. I fell into silence before slowly replying, "I'm about to die soon. Why must you still come after me?" Eden replied, "Why can't you die sooner then? You're causing me to suffer so much every day!" I never thought her hatred for me had run so deep. Even now, as I was on the brink of death, she still had no intention of letting me go. I said, "You're so pitiful, Eden. Some things are just like quicksand—the harder you try to hold on, the faster they slip away. You'd rather get admitted into the mental asylum than give yourself a break?"

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

"To keep my sanity. To stay alive. You know I need them, Mindy. And you know, why I need them." Here we are again. I was starting to wonder when she’d make that comment. Alexis never fails to redirect the discussion towards making me feel guilty. But this time, I choose not to take the bait. "In other words," I tell her, "you've become addicted to those painkillers and you can no longer function without them. Sounds like a rehab situation to me." She cuts me off. "Mindy, please." She starts to tremble, reaching out to grab onto me for support. "Just one last time."

“I will not be the place where you tell the truth because you are too afraid to carry it anywhere brighter. If that is what this is, say it now, and I will leave before I become stupid enough to forgive it.” Adrian’s breath clouds faintly in the cold air. “I do not know how to be honest yet,” he says. The answer hurts because it is not enough. Julian looks down. Adrian continues, rougher now. “I know that is not what you want to hear. It is not what I want to say. I do not know how to undo my life without hurting people. I do not know how to stand in front of my father, Celeste, the board, her family, and tear the structure down without making everyone bleed from it.”

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

Each kiss fuels it, each slide of his hands across my chest and sides urge me on. Each time he sinks into my pussy and wrings moans from my throat, it proves one thing. This isn’t a one-time affair, this is addictive. The thing about addictions? They have so much power to hurt you, and without them…without them, life is torture. How will I survive walking away from this when I know the bliss I can find in his touch? “Stay with me, Angel,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine as he drives into me, pushing away each depressing thought.

I replied rather grumpy while tying the knot on my tie. “No one else knows.” She responded softly. “BULL SHIT! EVERY ONE KNOWS! WASN’T THERE A VIDEO DOING ROUNDS FOUR WEEKS AGO OF WHAT I REALLY AM?” I yelled at her. “What are you?” she replied softly. “I’m a fucking addict. And I’d be damned if I keep lying to myself.” I replied, a tad harsher than I intended, but she smiled and said. “That, my dear Andy, is the first step to healing, is admitting you have a problem.”