Domineering Love Addiction Novels & Stories

And if he wants something he can do anything to make it his. what happen when the devil laid his eyes on a girl and decided to make the girl his? ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ COPYRIGHT ' Devil's Addiction ' All rights reserved. All Rights Reserved. No part of This book May be reproduced in any shape or form, without the writer's consent Events and characters Portrayed in This book is fictional. Any Similarities To a real person, living or dead,

Every time their fingers brushed, Elias’s lips parted like he wanted to say something — then didn’t. It was fucking addictive. By the end of week two, Dominic had stopped sleeping with anyone else. His phone was full of unread messages. Models. Influencers. Men who would scream his name on command. He wanted none of them. He wanted Elias. Not just to fuck him. No — that would’ve been too simple. Dominic wanted to undo him. Slowly. Carefully. Make Elias want things he’d never imagined. Watch him come apart — wide-eyed and trembling — in a hotel suite too expensive for his college budget.

Everything was so complicated, so tangled up in guilt and grief and conflicting emotions. I also couldn't stop thinking about the way Dominic had looked when he was kneeling beside my bed, begging me not to leave him. The desperation in his voice when he said he would go crazy without me – was that real? Was he actually capable of love, or was it just obsession and possessiveness? He had said he would worship me, that he would do anything I asked. He had even offered to let me hurt him as punishment for what he had done. That wasn't the behavior of a cold-hearted killer. That was the behavior of someone who was genuinely tormented by guilt and regret.

He wasn’t merely feeding—he was taking everything, the anguish, the fear, the exhaustion, as if he could purge me of all that had weighed me down for so long. I began to drift, my consciousness slipping away, lost in the haze of his embrace. My knees buckled, but Dominic caught me effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me as he continued to drink. His hunger was insatiable, desperate, as though he had been starving for centuries, and I felt an odd thrill knowing I was the one who could ease his torment. It was addictive, this strange connection, the sensation of being consumed while giving something of myself. A dark, seductive pull that left me yearning for more.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

Isabella asked. Dominic leaned in for a kiss, thrusting his hips harder inside her. He placed his hand on her lower thigh as she slipped from him. He couldn’t control himself whenever he was with this woman. He felt like a savage, ravaging this woman's body without any reason to stop. He felt himself getting addicted to her scent and how this woman moaned his name, telling him to keep up the pace. The room was filled with her asphyxiated breath as she enjoyed the pleasure he'd given her. He felt himself getting closer and closer to euphoria.

Panting hard in sync with my thudding heartbeat as I watched a sadistic smirk stretched out on his lips. This piece of shit! The hell? "Bingo. Not necessarily a competition, Alicia, the thing is, A few years back, Dominic, your possessor, took away an important piece of my life, the only woman I've ever loved and wanted to keep; he also wanted to possess her and ended up killing her along the line for some shitty reasons. And I, I made a vow to kill any woman that my brother would ever get smitten with and you, Alicia, happens to be that woman. Dominic doesn't do love, he finds it stupid, and would only end up being his weakness, it's probably not what he feels for you, but you're special an

I opened my eyes slowly and saw that he had shot one of the men. “What do you want?” I heard Adrian say on the phone. “Dominic, let her go.” Dominic laughed. “Oh, now you care?” “Who are you and what the fuck do you want from me?” “I want your soul if I could have it.” It was clear that Dominic wasn't mentally stable. He was crazy. “Let her go. What do you want from me?” Adrian asked. “Wow.” Dominic sighed. “This is a huge upgrade from the last time. Tell me, Adrian. Are you in love with her? Did you fuck her again? I hope not because I wouldn’t want to have what you already did.”

“Then let’s steal as many nights like this as we can. I need you, Dominic. All of you.” They made love one more time before dawn—slow, emotional, face to face, every thrust laced with words they weren’t ready to say out loud. When she finally fell asleep in his arms, safe and sated, Rory knew the addiction had taken root deep. There was no going back. And as Dominic watched her sleep, brushing hair from her face with a tenderness that scared him, he realized the same thing. He was already lost.

"You bought my family's debt, you liquidated our shipping lines, and you branded my clothes so you could pretend I was just another asset on your balance sheet. But you can't own a woman who isn't afraid to destroy everything you built—including herself." Dominic’s jaw clenched so hard a thick, corded muscle jumped beneath his cheek. The dark, unhinged obsession in his eyes burned with a chaotic mixture of rage, hunger, and a raw, agonizing vulnerability he had spent his entire adult life suppressing. He didn't pull back. He couldn't. The mere thought of her ending her own life to escape his reach sent a sickening surge of adrenaline straight through his bloodstream, completely short-circuit