Novel & Cerita Death Addict

and a nurse walked in carrying a pack of medicine" Sir you are awake" thank God the nurse said smiling,. Yeah release these things" I want to leave this place he replied rudely, you need to take your drugs she said opening the packet" take you and your fucking drugs" out of my way he surd angrly* and the nurse quickly took the drip off with shaking hands and Jasper glared at her before walking out. Ella were is Jeremy they asked staring at her" he went home Ella replied sitting down" she was thinking about what Jeremy told her, home?? Why?? Jason question

". 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".

He fucked my ass slow and deep that first time, eventually filling it with so much cum it leaked out for hours afterward. But it wasn’t just filth. Between the rough fucking, small moments of tenderness started appearing. He’d pull me into his lap after he’d used me, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while I trembled in his arms. He told me bits about his life, how he’d grown up rough, how this resort job was his escape. I told him about my fears of not being good enough for college, about feeling invisible before him. The addiction grew stronger every single day.

“Before we do this, I want you to tell me you agreed to avoid awkwardness.” He was right; that was the phrase I told him when we began chatting after we were matched. “Ye…yes.” His lips covered mine immediately. It was the speed of two opposite magnet poles. Why had he asked such questions when he was this hungry for me? Excitement washed over my body. Frank, my husband, desired me, but this was another level. This was the desire an addict had for a fix. It was a get-fixed or die without it. My hands rose to his sides. Trembling hands resting on rock-hard muscle. His hands cradled my face. His hardness burned through the material separating our skins. I could feel it throb, rising and fallin

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “He destroyed my family,” Tiana said evenly. “And used your access to frame him.” A flicker of something—fear—passed through Marianne’s eyes. Vince saw it. “What did he have on you?” Silence. Then Marianne’s composure cracked like thin glass. “My son,” she whispered. The room stilled. “He has my son,” she continued, her voice trembling now. “Two years ago. A fake drug charge. Evidence that would put him away for fifteen years. Caldwell made it disappear… in exchange for favors.”

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

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.

The sight was ravishingly tempting, urging him to do something sinful to her. Luca was tempted to be buried deep inside her, but he refrained from doing so. He didn't want to get her mad. She passed out on him last night so he was sure she would be pissed when she'd wake up but then again. When it came to her, he just couldn't get enough of her no matter how much he tried to control himself. She was such an addiction that it scares the f*ck out of him sometimes and yet again he was tempted to devour her all the time.

, he drag me to the couch on the living room and we sat down, he started telling me about his day, and I listened intently, "I had a crazy day at work today." I turned to him, curious. "Oh, yeah? What happened?" Jace smiled wryly. "We had a case come in, a woman who killed her own 5 year old daughter." I gasped, shocked. "Oh my god, that's horrific." Jace nodded grimly. "Yeah, it's a tough one. But the thing is, she's not even aware of what she did. She has mental health issues, and she needs to be taken to a psychiatric hospital."