Pervert Addiction Chapter Novels & Stories

Some men in the club walked over to her side when they saw that she's drunk to take advantage of her but she gave them mean looks that made them scurry away. "Don't fucking come near me, you assholes. I'm not drunk" she kept on repeating. But there was a pervert who wasn't ready to back down. "You're hella sexy, you bitch. What is a sexy bitch doing here all by herself?? Let's go to the room and have some fun" the pervert said as he tried to pull her up from her chair. The other men laughed and supported him. "I said, don't fucking touch me, you fucking pervert" Margaret retorted as she pushed him off weakly and almost fell her out chair as she's starting to see double.

Chapter 38 - A new low Perseus I am going to fucking kill Lucifer. I will gut him like a pig and string him up for all to see when this is done. The fucking wastelands, that's where the bastard decided to take me. Nothing screams desperate like drugged-out prostitutes and homeless people who wreak of death and their own shit.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

Chapter 56: Humiliation --- Helena's mind was awash with a foggy haze, her body no longer her own. The drug coursed through her veins, twisting her thoughts and desires into something unrecognizable. She barely registered the man, older and grizzled, standing before her. He was a stranger, yet in her drugged state, he was all that her body craved. Her vision blurred further as she stumbled forward, her hands reaching out instinctively. The man’s rough hands caught her, his grip firm as he pulled her close. Helena’s breath hitched, her senses overwhelmed by the foreign touch. A part of her mind screamed to stop, to resist, but the drug had stripped away her control, leaving only base desires

“Yes. You’re not your alcoholism, Kira. The addiction is a disease, but you’re not defined by it. I’m proud of the control you’re showing.” I placed my hands on my hips, choosing to look back into the sun than at Perrin’s direct gaze. I didn’t feel much more in control than before. I still had the itch. Still thought about it multiple times a day. It’s just that I was so busy and distracted learning this new life of mine that I didn’t have time to…

"We wouldn't want to disturb the peace, now would we?" Panic surged through me, threatening to engulf me in its suffocating embrace as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation that unfolded before me. But any hope for help evaporated in the barren silence, leaving me to face the impending storm alone. Xavier's grip tightened around my wrist, his fingers digging into my flesh like talons as he dragged me towards the door with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His intentions were clear, his resolve unwavering in the face of my futile struggles as he asserted his dominance with ruthless efficiency.

chapter 38 Austin POV. Days and a week went by, drowning myself in alcohol, all because of her. The memory of that night is still fresh in my mind refusing to give way. It was like a loop running for the hundredth time. I clenched my hand into a fist and my fingernails dug against my palm making blood tickle to the floor. Him on top of her as his hands run over her body as if he owns her. She made me fall hard for her, making me weak just for her to humiliate me in front of my men and sleep with one of them.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

The part whereby I have been touched in a very lovely way and I needed a strong rod to penetrate and it penetrates, not when it is time for penetration and I have to grind with my fellow female. It is frustrating when you need something very strong to penetrate you and shake you and you have to rub your female organ with another female organ. I don't want such a life. I might think of pausing with a relationship but I am not going to use lesbianism for a substitute. Never will I try such. I even hate the fact that I experienced it. Rita kept coming to me and calling me that she was sorry. She promised it won't repeat itself. But I could not trust her. I know once they are on to it, they get

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.