Adicción Perfecta Novels & Stories

I didn’t dare to make eye contact, knowing that meeting his gaze would only make the night more unbearable. Frederick was a strict and overbearing perfectionist. He despised any sign of imperfection, especially in front of his business associates and friends. He couldn't stand it when I fell short of his high standards, even in the smallest ways. His suffocating attitude was the reason I had left home before I even turned eighteen.

The third missed target and landed beyond my mouth, but I used my finger to clean and licked it off of it, addicted to the cranky taste of him. He’s my heaven, my addiction, and my absolute ruin.

I said. "Humph. I don't think you know the meaning of perfection. Perfection is love. It's sex. It's the relieve you get after coming back from a stressful work. Good sex is perfection. And there are no sexual desires without me. Imagine there were no sexual desires, this world would have been a boring place for all ye mortals." He paused, then eyed Artemis wearily,

A knock on the door broke her train of thoughts. She felt sick inside as her head would explode any moment. Her stomach hurt badly. She still wanted to throw up, but she had nothing left in her stomach to do so. She mentally promised herself that she would never drink alcohol again. Not that she drank it, but occasionally she had a glass of white or red wine with dinner, sometimes a glass of excellent cognac. In fact, she also couldn't think of her favourite pancakes, macarons, or any food in general. She loved good food so much. This was not her at all... It was supposed to be a reset from her perfectionism, but it turned out to be a dud.

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

A beautiful plan. The perfect annihilation.

“Just some yard work stuff. No big deal.” Alex grabbed his charger and left again, waving. The second the door closed Diego had me bent over the kitchen table, cock out and sliding back into my sloppy hole in one thrust. “Round three,” he growled, fucking me hard and fast. “You’re addicted now, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of this forbidden dick.” “Yes,” I moaned, pushing back. “Don’t stop. Ever.”

"Good. Perfect. See? This is why you are my favorite. Most aware. Most suffering. Most—perfectly broken. Catherine never achieved this level. Richard never came close. You—you are masterpiece. Peak achievement. Perfect—slave." He left. Went to sleep. Confident. Victorious. Certain. I sat alone. In darkness. In silence. In— Hell. Permanent hell. Aware hell. Eternal hell. Tomorrow I would speak to UN. Would secure funding. Would expand Marcus's empire. Tomorrow I would begin corrupting Hope. Teaching her seduction. Manipulation. Destruction of— Everything good. Everything innocent. Everything human. And I would do it perfectly. Willingly. Knowingly. Because— Drugs demanded. Programming require

It takes years to build trust and only a moment to break it. Ayleen wasn't even surprised when she learned that Shanice had tried to kill Serena. She said it was very much expected of her. The woman had gone off the deep end. Excessive of anything is dangerous. Addiction is self-destructive. Shanice had become so addicted to attention and praise that now when people had started to ignore her, she didn't know how to take it. She was so used to having only the best that she now could go to any length to make sure she had it even if it wasn't meant for her.

Every thrust was an erasure of thought; every heavy breath in her ear was an expulsion of the outside world. It wasn't about love. It was deeper and filthier than that. It was about addiction. About how Diego had mapped her body, knowing every spot that would make her whimper, every rhythm that would make her moan. And Hazel, like an addict, craved it even though she knew it was destroying her.