Domineering Love Addiction Novels & Stories

I wet my gaze on him one last time before standing up in all my naked glory, my feet cross the floorboard quietly my smile digging into my cheeks, I don't think there is anything on this planet that could remove the euphoria from my face. Dominic was easy to get addicted to, I don't think I can survive another twenty-four hours without him touching me again. I grabbed my nightwear almost humming to myself, tying the rope around my form, I set my eyes on his peacefully sleeping back again. I wanted to scream to him that I loved him and I couldn't do without him any more last night but at the same time I didn't want to say it because he had said it, I wanted to confess at my own time when he w

"I see it now. I’m just trash to you, aren't I? I’m the desperate, poor older woman you bought to distract yourself while you obsess over your young rich, beautiful girlfriend. You use me because I’m easy to break. Because you know I have nowhere else to go!" Dominic stops inches from her. He could tell her the truth. He could tell her that he was choking the life out of Ava for even suggesting she could touch him. He could tell her that the thought of Rhea is the only thing keeping him from total darkness. But the monster inside him balks. If he admits his love to her, he shows his weakness and also gives her the power to destroy him. He needs her to stay small. He needs her to believe she

It was that which was stopping him from untangling that knot. It was like a kid with a complex math formula—too many factors and variables and unfamiliar terms for him to work out what it all meant. “Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, and hoping that they won’t.” Natalie blushed when Dominic framed her face with his hands, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

Like every time I smiled at Delilah , or passed Zoey in the hall, or sat quietly in class—I was carrying this giant, heavy secret no one could see. But I was also addicted. To how Dominic made me feel. To the way his voice dropped when he said my name. To the way pain became pleasure in his hands. To the terrifying, thrilling power of surrendering to him. I didn’t want to stop. Even if I should. Even if I was already in too deep. Delilah got up to throw her cup away. “Be right back. Bathroom.” I nodded, trying to swallow down the guilt twisting in my throat.

“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.

“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.

It was my turn to hear his secret. "You want another truth?" Dominic murmured, close enough so only I could hear. "After my father lost everything and walked away, I became obsessed with money. I built walls of cash and contracts. I thought if I had enough power, nobody could ever hurt me. I was terrified that loving someone would give them the power to destroy my whole world." I stared at him. The puzzle pieces clicked together. All his control. All his rules. All the thirty-page legal binders. It was not because he was cold. It was because he was scared. He built a fortress around his heart because he thought love was a weakness.

“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.

“I was taken to the hospital, had my stomach pumped. Then they threw me into therapy. After a couple months my therapist realized I had an addiction to love—or what I thought was love. As we went further in she realized my real addiction was to the person. She described it as I get addicted to the thought of love when the opportunity presents itself. Then because of that I get obsessed and eventually addicted to the person behind it all. I get addicted until that person becomes an extension of me. I get obsessive and paranoid and insecure. That’s why I always said I could destroy us both.” Slowly, Ivan brought his hands up and ran his fingers through my hair. He tilted my head back, forcing

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?