Perfect Addiction Claudia Tan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucien leaned back in his chair, cock thick and aching in his pants as he watched them kneel and tremble at his feet. Perfectly broken. Perfectly his. And somewhere deep inside the body that was no longer fully his own, Cassian could only watch in silent, horrified, aching horror… as the pleasure of surrender began to feel far too good.

He pushed the door open, stepping into the sterile environment. The woman lying in the center of the bed looked nothing like the terrifying, untouchable matriarch who had once ruled Manhattan high society. Claudia Whitmore was hooked up to a web of whirring monitors and plastic tubes, her skin a sickly, translucent gray. But as the door clicked shut, her eyes flicked open. Even on the brink of death, those eyes possessed the sharp, aristocratic glint of a predator. "Adrian," Claudia rasped, her voice sounding like dry paper rubbing together. Her gaze shifted slowly to Arabella, traveling down to the prominent swell of her pregnant stomach. "And the girl. You actually brought her."

I want him to keep spiralling while I go through the chaos he made me start. My phone buzzes again. Zain: If you don’t fix this, I will. Don’t test me. Ah. There he is. The real Zain. I take a breath, and I block him. As much as I’d enjoy him making a fool of himself, I think I love my peace more. I can’t resist the urge to check the news. The Montclair Watchdog, naturally, was the first to go for the jugular: BREAKING: Montclair Heiress Stuns With Secret Fiancé Reveal. Billionaire Dante Moreau Finally Off the Market?

"That's the cover shot. That's the woman who survived the scandal and built an empire anyway. Beautiful." When the shoot ends, when Claudia is reviewing shots with her assistant, Aurelius is there. His hand finds mine, threads our fingers together, and the simple touch grounds me in a way nothing else could. "You were magnificent," he murmurs. "I was performing." "You were surviving. There's a difference." The lawyer's office smells like leather and ambition. Catherine Morrison—top medical malpractice attorney in the state—sits across from us with a file thick enough to be a weapon.

I explained to the deranged woman in from of me, “ She is not good for you, Liam, can't you see, she is leading you on, she is not the one for you,” Claudia yells, “ So who is then, You?” I questioned with a raised brow, “ Yes, I am the only one for you, my love, I am strong, fast, and beautiful, with me, you'll have strong pups,” I smirked evilly at her words, “You have truly gone mad,” I say to her, before leaving her cell, Claudia screams my name, as I walk out of the cellar with Greg behind me.

Alex lamented. “What technique?” “The Fair Maiden’s Heart Sutra!” Upon hearing those words, Claudia’s nose was put out of joint. “Rockefeller rascal, don’t think that you can be impudent just because you’ve saved me a few times. Let me warn you. If you make such cheap jokes again, I’ll drop you off the rails.” Alex was taken aback for a moment, and he shook his head. “If you don't believe me, forget it.” He had just said what he felt. He could feel that this woman, Claudia, was, in fact, sentimental. She was also single-minded and faithful to her feelings, a more sensual than a rational woman.

I thought Claudine would be angry at what Cardio did, but she wasn't. "Mr. Mercado's illegitimate child is a different kind of woman," I said while I was still looking at her. "You told me," Tanya replied to me. Until we saw that Cardio was manipulating her hair, pulling it and pulling it so that her head was lifted while Cardio was still riding behind. "It's so good baby, yes! yes! yes! that's right, don't stop baby I'm near," said Claudine to Cardio. "Me too, I'm near," Cardio said to Claudine. "Your pussy so wet, oooooohh sh*t, F*ck F*ck," Cardio said while riding hard, hard and fast behind Claudine because Claudine moaned at his pleasure.

“I mean, how did you come up with some as ridiculous as this?” “It's not ridiculous, she loves you and everyone can see it.” “No she doesn't, and everyone can do that too.” “But she…" “Claudia,” Rita cut in. “You got it all wrong, listen to me. Tiffany cannot love me because firstly, I'm her best friend and secondly, she knows I don't do girls…I love boys and I love sucking dicks, not pussies.” “Dare I say you're in denial?” Claudia asked, more like state, though.

She muttered. "But I paid for this gigolo, I hired him." Claudia huffed as she watched us have sex with her hand folded across her chest. I opened my mouth, feeling a tingling sensation as my dick was rubbing against the walls of her clit. However, it didn't feel the same as when I was having sex with Ashley; this woman is too bony for my liking. *****