Perfection Addiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

So perfect and all mine, I placed a soft kiss on her temple before resting my chin on her head while my finger played with her hair. I was so fucking addicted to oliva like a lovesick puppy and almost cringe at the thought but that's how I became now, it was so fucking hard to deny the fact now. I became addicted to the way she talks, the way her plump Tips will curve into a smile, the way she breathed, and even how fucking beautiful she looked when crying.

The sight was ravishingly tempting, urging him to do something sinful to her. Luca was tempted to be buried deep inside her, but he refrained from doing so. He didn't want to get her mad. She passed out on him last night so he was sure she would be pissed when she'd wake up but then again. When it came to her, he just couldn't get enough of her no matter how much he tried to control himself. She was such an addiction that it scares the f*ck out of him sometimes and yet again he was tempted to devour her all the time.

because I was full of my own . I knew I wasn't perfect . I knew I would never be enough for someone but hey , you can be as long as you pretend to be the perfect one . And all its gonna cost you will be an eternity in hell , with a forgotten existence and an empty black soul . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ " Crash her laptop " after a very long pause Conan spoke up again he voice was no where laid back as before , Anna's threat about sending his and her's pictures to Selina had done his magic , the guy was no longer relaxed as before.

Of everyone who heard it, Carlos was the most excited about the news of her death. “Finally, everything is mine now. I should thank whoever thought to finish her off,” he muttered to himself, a triumphant smile growing on his lips as he sipped from the wine glass in his hand, savoring the moment. If not for his gambling addiction and the many loans he owned, that almost had his business in ruins, he wouldn’t have thought to frame her for such a horrible crime. Her empire and everything that she had built was now his to control. Valerie felt numb as she watched the news. If at all she felt any emotion, it was anger, hate, and a growing desire for revenge. This was exactly what she wanted. Her

Well, if they decided to come back a second time, we'd be ready for them. I ordered their release, and they almost fell on themselves whilst scrambling for who would first leave the store. I smiled darkly to myself. This was the kind of reputation I wanted for myself. I wanted a fierce reputation, a situation where I wouldn't have to break a sweat in order to instill deep fear into the hearts of people.

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.”

The type that milks the sweetest vanilla… When they slurp on it, they drink to a stupor till they crave you every damn time. Little wonder why sugar is addictive? Too addictive that they damn the consequences; diabetes. Good. Own the best pussy and the last step, brag about it, just like I am now. Have it spread out wide on your mattress, finger it so well, have it purr on your bed sheet so that when he comes, it's your essence he sees and sniffs. The best perfume isn't Dior or Fenty, it's your pussy juice. Burst that slutty hole like a bitch!

And she'd given them more than enough. "Breathe" she whispered to herself. She could do it. He wanted another baby but... (You will never be good enough for him) (He's a perfectionist. The moment you screw up, he'll leave you on the side of the road) (You're a fuck up. You'll always be) (Has he decided to put you back in the asylum?)

I sunk my nails into his back and curled up my toes as the sensation is becoming too much. "Devil," I whispered as more moans escaped my lips. How is he still standing am giving me so much pleasure, he really knows how to punish a lady. I want to give him more pleasure, give him a taste of what he is giving me but he is the one taking the lead and am weak against him, he is my addiction, my temptation. "You're perfect," he said making me open my eyes to look at him, he has his eyes on me and I am consumed by the intensity.

I suck her clit into my mouth and her entire body shakes with pleasure. She's my high and I'm addicted to her as I watch her eyes roll back. A niggling doubt exists at the back of my brain, knowing like a crack addict that my addiction is dangerous, but quitting is just as difficult. I push it out of the forefront of my mind and focus on the beauty before me, drowning in this feeling. And I devour her, wanting nothing but to bring her to climax as if I'm a slave to her pleasure. Never before have I felt such a desperate need to inflict pleasure, it's normally pain.