Adicción Perfecta Novels & Stories

As pleasure consumes me, I go still, my legs unable to move, even as the pulsing inside urges me to take him deeper somehow and never release him. He growls into my chest. “You are my addiction, Ariella. How are you so fucking perfect?”

A small mercy I didn’t question. The cab ride home was short and silent. The apartment was dark. Aiden was already asleep, and I was grateful for it, grateful I didn’t have to arrange my face into something presentable, didn’t have to answer a single question. I went straight to the shower and turned the heat up until the mirror fogged and the room disappeared into white. Then I scrubbed. Hard and relentless, dragging the sponge across my skin like I was trying to remove something that had no business being there. Maybe I was punishing myself. For the way my body had surrendered to the Draco so completely, so effortlessly, like it had simply never been mine to begin with. Well, that didn’t w

because I was full of my own . I knew I wasn't perfect . I knew I would never be enough for someone but hey , you can be as long as you pretend to be the perfect one . And all its gonna cost you will be an eternity in hell , with a forgotten existence and an empty black soul . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ " Crash her laptop " after a very long pause Conan spoke up again he voice was no where laid back as before , Anna's threat about sending his and her's pictures to Selina had done his magic , the guy was no longer relaxed as before.

“You’ve given me everything I never knew I needed. Your massive cock owning every inch of me, the BDSM pushing my body and mind to their limits, the voyeuristic thrill with Alex and Elena watching and participating, the risks that made every fuck feel alive, and the profound love and aftercare that grounds it all... this is our perfect, happy life. I’m yours forever, your addicted slut, your partner, your everything. No matter what the future brings, our flames will never dim.” We made slow, gentle love one final time that morning, missionary, eyes locked, his thick cock grinding deep inside me as we came together softly, reaffirming our eternal bond. The novel of our lives would continue in

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

He was so arrogant! "Have you ever considered that maybe you overestimate your abilities? I need something stronger than beer to put up with this." I groaned in frustration. A mischievous smile appeared on one side of his mouth. "What are you thinking?" "You said something stronger..." "Stop it. You're really a pervert." "Whiskey... that's an acceptable answer since you want to play the Puritan." "Puritan? Is that what you call women who reject you?" "This game has just begun, and soon it will be you begging me to touch you."

Is Tukijo going to give them a cheat sheet? __________ 1. Santet is a person's attempt to harm another person remotely by using black magic.

I imagined him walking outside the room because his background just went quiet. “Tara, I miss you,” He said in a low voice, making me suck for air. I closed my eyes, imagining him beside me. Blake is a drug affecting my brain, making it difficult for me to resist wanting and needing him for a reason I don’t know. I am so addicted to him. There was a few seconds of silence between us. “Tara, I’m crazy about you, and I can’t stop thinking about you...” He went quiet again. “And I’m about to do something I have never done in my entire life.”

"I know." Bash heard Madeline say, but he didn't notice how she clenched her right hand at her side. "He is more like a son to me. My husband brought him to me when he was that kid's age." Catherina put down her tea and looked at the child she adopted last year from a nearby orphanage she sponsored. The boy couldn't talk, but she told no one anything about his disability. "We had to do everything to make him normal like other kids, but part of him broke when his uncle passed away."

her voice hardened, teeth gritted, as her eyes blazed with a fury that held the promise of vengeance. “It’s crazy what risk people are willing to take when they are in debt.” Juan blurted out. Valerie squinted a brow, showing her confusion. “I was referring to the doctor I had to bribe to forge your death certificate.” He clarified as she listened intently. “We almost would not have been able to pull this off if he didn’t have a loophole. He is addicted to gambling and owes a lot in loans. I promised to help him with that and in return, he willingly provided the body of an unclaimed deceased woman who was a perfect match.”