Novel & Cerita Adrenaline Addicts

I moved around the lagoon and found the herbs that I needed and prepared medicine out of them and applied to his wounds. I had never ever in my life seen a naked guy this closely, but I did see some adult magazines that Iris had brought with her one day. It was full of pictures of men, she dreamt of. I had been disgusted as to how can she think about so many men at a time but was drawn towards those pictures and had admired and looked at those pictures of naked men posing for the photographer.

That almost made Adryan reach over to the man, and rip his throat out with his bare hands instead be leaned over to where Alpha Connor sat, his face a cold canvas to the eyes. "Listen here you sleazy bastard, this is my pack and in my pack, adultery with mated she wolves is considered a crime. By all means do what ever the hell you want to, but don't think for a second that I wouldn't hesitate to declare a war among our packs" Adryan pauses, with a devious smile on his face "and we all know whose gonna win it anyways." He pats Alpha Connor's shoulder, pretending to brush away imaginary dust from his jacket.

And I guess it worked. Because the man sitting in front of me now doesn’t scream. Doesn’t cry. Doesn’t flinch. He dominates his emotions like they’re beneath him. His control is a bitch. His ways of release are simple — sex and fighting. Adrenaline. Dopamine. Endorphins. A chemical cocktail strong enough to drown anything — for a while. But I’ve learned something lately. That high? It never lasts. And it doesn’t heal you. It’s like a drug. A spike. A rush. Then you crash.

Alpha Daddies Knows Best (18+ | A Forbidden Reverse Harem) Bound in the center of their private room, wrists chained high and pulled apart above my head, legs hooked open and spread wide. My body hangs helpless as Dante stands in front of me. His strong hands grip my thighs with unyielding force, fingers digging deep into my soft flesh as he holds me open and pulls me back and forth onto his cock, controlling every inch of the penetration while he pounds into me. My full, heavy breasts are crushed against his hard, muscled chest, roughly dragging across my sensitive nipples with every forceful thrust, sending sharp, electric sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core, making them h

Ella walking on the treadmill with her phone in her hand smiling at the message that popped into her phone,not looking forward, and someone mistakenly bumped on her making her phone to slipped from her hold and it scattered. What how dare you Ella yell angrly and grab the stranger clothes with her blue eye ball turning red. Let go of me, the stranger said breathing like someone who ran 800 meters race. Are you insane, look you broke my phone Ella surd angrly.

This is my story, the story of my crazy normal world. I am late; I am always late; I think I like the rush of being late. I am speeding like a crazy person to get to my appointment. I also like the thrill of driving too fast; I think I like everything that is a rush, everything that is too fast. I like anything that pumps the adrenaline into my veins. It is nearly as close as a mindblowing orgasm. My therapist tells me that I have an addictive personality, and I think he just might be right.

"Shit, that's... that's a lot." "I know it's a lot. I don't know what to do, Maya. I have nothing. I can't help her. I'm so fucked." "There's... there's a way. But you have to be serious about it." Something in her voice made me sit up straighter. "What way?" I asked. "There's this party. Underground. Exclusive. Rich guys. They bid on women for... companionship. One night, they paid big money. I'm talking serious money. Some girls make ten, fifteen grand in one night."

I gasped, my heart racing. "Sir! Sir, wake up!" I shouted, but he lay motionless, unconscious. I frantically searched for any clues, my eyes scanning the room. That's when I saw it - the drawer he was pointing at. I yanked it open, and inside, I found his inhaler. But to my horror, it was empty. He had run out of medication. A wave of realization washed over me. This must be an asthma attack, and he hadn't told anyone about his condition. Not even his secretary. I felt a surge of panic and helplessness.

Our room was on the topmost floor, the fancy suite. "Maddox, you must sleep now if you want to get up early in the morning," I said, dropping my purse on the bed and letting Maddox close the door. We have been out the whole day, so I am pretty tired. The high heels had left blisters on my feet. I decided to put him to bed and then stay awake until Xavier arrives. I had become addicted to sleeping with Xavier only. Whenever he wouldn’t be around, I would switch sides and worry about him. His arms were my haven and my heaven.

He raised it like a sick madman, displaying it in front of me. “Like an obedient little whore, you’ll shut that filthy mouth with this.” His approach became suffocating to the point heavy tears could no longer be restrained. They rebelled over my cheeks in terrifying amounts. Every drop burned my skin without mercy. “I’ll teach you what happens when you laugh at everything I say.” My body pressed against the wall. Being buried between those stones sounded kinder than sharing a room with this monster. My head moved in frantic refusal while my throat tightened. “But you lied. You’re addicted to alcohol and gambling. Why don’t you admit your filth?!”