Domineering Love Addiction Novels & Stories

"And I will do whatever it takes to keep you." In that moment, I comprehended that an excess of love could transmute into a toxin, one that consumed and corroded, distorting a once beautiful connection into a nightmarish stranglehold. I had to find a way out of this labyrinth of obsession and dominance, not solely for my sake, but for our daughters who deserved a life unburdened by the oppressive shadows that now loomed over us.

He stared at her " your one in this world that we belong to , when I saw you at first.. You seemed lost somewhere far in the sea and I wanted to retrieve you.. To get a hold of you You came as a treasure to me" he seemed lost of words on how to explain himself. He was never the romantic type but with her he was ready to try. "Am addicted to you and am deep in to it" he added and her lips displayed a beautiful smile that got him also smiling

Reed laid beside her as they both started to watch the movie. About thirty minutes into the movie, Rielle fell asleep on his shoulder. Reed smiled as he admired her face, In this short period of time she had become someone that he couldn’t let go of. He was attached to her like a medicine and couldn’t let go of her. He wanted more and more from her. He was addicted to her. He was in love with her.

She had craved him like this for so long. Damian pulled his lips away from her and watched the expression on her face as he thrust deep into her and her juices flowed out of her with each thrust. Her moans were fluctuations between high and low. She squirmed as his hard cock touched the right spot inside her. She couldn't touch him or hold him and it drove her crazy. Her limits were being pushed and she would explode if he kept this up. Damian would tease her nipples and her groans would grow louder. He thrust and savored the warm wetness of her body as she gripped him tighter and tighter with each thrust. He held her hands for support and moaned alongside her; how could he not? He had wante

I take her hand from my abs and bring it to my lips to kiss, “Okay, but at least let me brush and throw my hair up.” “Okay,” she grins, “Your hair does look like you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I slap her ass on the way back to my bathroom, “Smartass! Go sit down on the loveseat and I will be out in a minute.” She claps her hands in excitement and spins around to go sit on the little couch in the corner of my room. I stare at her for a moment, grateful that she hasn’t written me off just yet. After everything I have done, she still wants me, but will she want me after I tell her my story, or will she think that I am too fucked up to try and make it work. I became a Dominant f

I wanted to do more but the habit of conserving for the future made me leave her room the next moment. I wanted to touch her leisurely. So every night I went to her room with the intention of watching her but she always tempted me to do more. Touching her felt balmy and seeing her vulnerable under my touch encouraged me. Many times I had to fight myself to leave before she got up because I did not want to create any drama—though sometimes I drugged her. She was indeed addictive. I did crave her not just when it was night but every damn time because she was not leaving my mind. I knew it was not her who was trying to attract me, but it was me who was discovering new phases of beauty inside he

Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get rid of without- " "You can fool others with your tricks, but I am not one of them." She was interrupted before she explained the situation. She frowned at him while thinking about what made him think about her. His intense stare was intimidating, making her squirm, and her heart twisted in pain when he said something he could keep to himself. "Your grandpa is living by himself all alone. Where you should be the one to take care of the person who was always there for you, you left th

I stared at the alarm which Dominick had gotten me, running my hands through my hair as my heart picked up speed. What was wrong with me? Was I falling in love with my principal? He was older, much older to be called my Daddy and wilder, and ruthless. A relationship between us would be shunned by society, and I wasn’t even certain he felt the same way about me. But I liked the way he dominated me, the way he claimed me. The way he protected me on his own terms. It was something I’d never felt before. Was I just love-starved? Or because I had daddy issues?

Before she could react, his hand lashed out, a sharp slap across her face. Kaia gasped, clutching her cheek, tears springing to her eyes. "Why, Dominic? Why would you do that?" she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "For hurting Evelyn," he spat, his eyes blazing with anger. "For everything you did to her." "But I did it for you!" Kaia shouted back, her voice breaking. "I love you, Dominic. I did it all because I love you!" Dominic scoffed, his contempt palpable. "Love? You call this love? You kidnapped and tormented my wife. You endangered her life! That’s not love, Kaia. That’s obsession. It’s twisted and wrong."

I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him. They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted? I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.