Perfection Addiction Novels & Stories

As pleasure consumes me, I go still, my legs unable to move, even as the pulsing inside urges me to take him deeper somehow and never release him. He growls into my chest. “You are my addiction, Ariella. How are you so fucking perfect?”

I wanted to make myself believe that they didn't ruin me by stripping me of my innocence and dignity, but that they made me by doing so. I wanted to believe it was no big deal, and that I wasn't hurt, and then I made it my lifestyle. Now, I've gone too deep I... I can't turn back. I'm addicted, and I can't stop. I'm... I'm a pervert. I don't deserve these kids, and I'm tired of living this way. There's no hope for me... "She narrates and my mouth hangs open at the things I just heard.

It takes years to build trust and only a moment to break it. Ayleen wasn't even surprised when she learned that Shanice had tried to kill Serena. She said it was very much expected of her. The woman had gone off the deep end. Excessive of anything is dangerous. Addiction is self-destructive. Shanice had become so addicted to attention and praise that now when people had started to ignore her, she didn't know how to take it. She was so used to having only the best that she now could go to any length to make sure she had it even if it wasn't meant for her.

Ricochet had always been the strongest drug—more addictive, and ten times harder to quit. I was yearning for the right touch, horny as fuck, fully aware that this holy creation of perfection was dragging me straight into breaking every promise I’d made to myself. And the worst part? I wanted to fall. I wanted the taste of whatever heaven he was about to take me. He grabbed my ankle, not rough, not forceful, but firm enough to make my breath hitch. His thumb stroked over the inside of my ankle slowly, lazily, like he had all the time in the world. The touch was light, but it sent heat crawling up my leg.

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……

In the glittering heights of a Montreal penthouse, architect Elena Voss surrenders to a stranger whose touch rewrites every boundary she has ever known. Damien Laurent, a powerful and controlling investor, does not simply seduce her—he claims her, edging her against rain-streaked glass until she shatters, body and will, in an explosion of forbidden pleasure. What begins as one reckless night becomes an addiction neither can escape. When Elena discovers Damien is the key investor behind her firm’s most critical project, desire collides with ambition. Professional meetings turn into charged power plays. Hotel suites during business trips become stages for escalating BDSM rituals—rope, denial,

I’m even addicted to the shape of her cute, pouty lips whenever she’s upset with me. I never thought I’d get any more addicted to Amani until we had sex. It was rough, fast and a sweaty, hot mess, but ever since I heard her beautiful, high-pitched screams of pleasure while she orgasmed; ever since I felt her tight, wet pussy squeeze my cock, my obsession has spiraled out of control. My addiction is a thousand times more potent than before. My possessiveness is bordering on violence. She shouldn’t have let me cum inside her. Now I’ve stamped my permanent mark on her.

It’s like the pull of a drug wondering that he desires me. When he may want to have almost any girl in the world. Every single girl he’s dated has been a knockout beauty. I mean, perfect tens. They are the sort of female featured in magazines. The kind of female who are so bodily perfect, you hate them just for existing. He never dated them for lengthy though. Most of them, he went out with once, and that was it. And I'm far cry from perfect . I appear in the replicate and I see imperfections galore. If even perfect wasn’t exact enough to hold him involved lengthy term, how full of myself would I have to be to think that I could be the woman to change him.

“Of him” Charlie looked away. “Everyone is. You don’t understand the depth of what he’s built. Project Delphinium isn’t just about corporate dominance – it’s about erasing people. Making them Vanish without a trace – without any consequences. He’s done it before. There’s nothing stopping him from doing it again.” “To who?” He didn’t answer. “You’re a part of it,” I said quietly. “You helped him build this.” “I’m trying to take it down,” he whispered. “But if I move wrong, people die. Including Steph – she’s the only one I’ve got, the only family I have left.”

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”