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"I am in the process of perfecting the recipe to a drug that will give the high without the addiction." "Wait...What?"

Storm shook his head. “Yeah? Well maybe I liked that too.” His words hit hard. What was he saying? Was he saying…. “You don’t mean that,” Storm said. “I do,” Adrian snapped. “I was living in a playhouse. Women wanted me for sex. And guess what? I LIKED it. I FUCKING liked it!” “Stop,” I whispered. This was too much. This wasn’t Adrian…. “I liked every single pussy I fucked. How’s that for honesty? I became CRAZY for sex. I craved it. I wanted it. I thought about it ALL the time. I was ADDICTED to it.”

“Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered. I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness. This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in the corner. All I think about is being full of him.

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Michael found it sitting beside an empty coffee mug. Surprised by his findings. He was amazed by the vast internet knowledge on this medication. Michael read about fears that people who take this medication could become addicted to the medication. There were an equal number of articles claiming people with Julie’s condition couldn’t get addicted to the medication because their bodies used the medication differently. He wanted to know what addict forgot to take their drug of choice. He had to agree with others those who claimed Julie’s body didn’t use the medication the same way. This had happened twice so far.

“Yes, but I never expected you to keep that secret at the cost of your mate.” Addie shrugged. “He’s an a&&hole, anyway. A big dick a&&hole. With great hair. And sexy eyes. And a big dick that tastes like ---” “Addie, stop. I don’t need the details.” She giggled. “Oops.” “Did you accept the rejection?” I asked, now wondering how she was still conscious. Usually, unless a bond is extremely weak, a completed rejection will put both parties in temporary comas.

He brought his hand to his lips and gently bit his index finger while closing his eyes. "Fuck, Eleanor! I'm fucking addicted."

Adair cringed when he saw Addison’s name. “Fuck’s sake, its Friday night.” he slurred to himself as he opened the text. He read the message and blinked, the boss needed his help...really? His alcohol fuddled brain tried to think, perhaps this was a way he could redeem himself with Addison and everything could go back to the way it was. Adair struggled his huge frame out of the armchair, stumbled up stairs and changed into a suit which he could barely fasten anymore. He grabbed his jacket and keys and crashed out of the garden gate, climbing into his car he started the engine and stomped on the accelerator pedal.

“Jake never made me cum like this. Never made me beg. You have awakened something in me.” Mr. Reed pulled my hair gently and thrust even deeper. “Good girl. Keep talking while I ruin this tight pussy.” I pushed back against him desperately. “I feel addicted to you, Daddy. The guilt is there but the craving is stronger. Please fill me with your cum. Mark your dirty secret again.”

“I told you. Now it’s your turn.” I pushed his arm away and spun out of his grasp, once again running my fingers through my hair as I struggled to put the words together in a sentence that was so simple. “What is the problem, Brenda?” I stopped and close my eyes. “You’re addicted to sex”—I opened them again—“and I’m addicted to love.” He stopped. Freeze. His eyes widened a tiny amount. Enough that I noticed it. “I’m addicted to love and people. I get addicted to the sounds of people’s voices and the touches of their hands. I get addicted to their habits, their quirks. I am in love with love.”