Novel & Cerita Perfectly Addicted

“Then I had a problem when I woke up. It’s a good thing I didn’t have anything scheduled that morning.” Edward squirmed on his bed. For someone who was so angelic in his public appearances, Sebastian definitely had a dirty mind. “Were you always this dirty minded? Your royal staff would have a heart attack if they heard you say things like that,” he said. Sebastian winked at him. “I was very innocent until I met you. You bring out the dirty side of me,” he said. “I haven’t been interested in anyone else before. You’re special.” Edward patted his boyfriend on the head. He didn’t have anything to say in response to that revelation. Sebastian would find him attractive because he had been the be

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.

Alive. Rejected bonds fade. Mistakes are supposed to erase. But this... this is digging in.

Sienna stared at the bathroom mirror, the steam from the hot shower fogging the glass, blurring the woman she used to be. She had crossed lines she could never uncross. The thrill had become a living thing inside her chest. It pulsed louder every time she let him in, every time she felt him against her skin while her husband slept above them. She was addicted, and addictions never ended clean. The phone buzzed against the counter. She didn’t need to look. She already knew who it was.

All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, murder, bullying, family issues, domestic violence, self-harm, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism.

“I’m always ready.” No sneaking shame. No guilt. Just the walk home with cum drying on my skin, pussy still pulsing, already counting minutes until midnight tomorrow. This is who I am now. Paid. Owned. Addicted. And it’s fucking perfect.The thirtieth night arrived like every other—except it didn’t.

“I want to be yours completely.” He held her tighter, his voice low and dangerously possessive. “Then you’re mine now. My secret. My addiction. My personal fucktoy patient. Whenever I want you, however I want you, in my office, in my house, in my car. And you’re going to let me. You’re going to beg for it.” Melinda smiled and nuzzled into his chest, feeling his cum still leaking out of her. “Yes, Doctor.” They fell asleep tangled together, bodies sticky with sweat and cum, both knowing this was only the beginning of something dangerously addictive and completely sinful.

Pregnant and addicted. Forever Daddy’s.

My fingers tapped once against my knee. "Adrian?" "Active. Communications with Helix Circle confirmed. He believes the transition is secure." *Believes.* My jaw tightened. Adrian was brilliant in the way that made certain men dangerous, comprehensively, and just comprehensively enough to miss what actually mattered. He thought securing a position meant the position held. That placing pieces on a board meant the board stopped moving. It didn't. "Keep watching him. Closely." "Yes, sir." I closed my eyes. Adrian believed I was finished. I had written that story for him carefully, every leaked detail, every calculated misstep, every board meeting where I said just slightly less than I knew. He h

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.