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He relished the sound of their names connected in his mind. He pressed one finger inside her, then added a second finger, pushing deep and finding that spot that would bring her the most pleasure. Aiden leaned down over her, taking her nipple in his mouth again, sucking her deep into his mouth. She was panting, his name falling from her lips in between pleas that made no sense. He drew her out until finally he touched that bud between her legs and brought her to climax.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

There were too many blue-collar men around me in the train carriage. Their manly presence triggered my addiction, and I could not stop thinking dirty thoughts. I felt my panties moisten. My urge slowly built up, and I knew that I had very little time left before my addiction kicked in. If I did not give in to my addiction, I would only embarrass myself in front of everyone. My name was Marina Anderson, and I was a intimacy addict. Ever since I hit puberty, I unexpectedly developed this embarrassing addiction. It resulted in a habit of pleasuring myself.

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

"I know. We pushed too far. Again." "It was... terrifying," I whisper. "And I... I wanted more. Even while I was screaming 'Red', a part of me wanted to stay in the loop." I pull back, looking at him with wide, horrified eyes. "Fuck, Alex. I'm addicted. I can't stop chasing the next level." "Analysis," Echo’s voice intrudes, sounding painfully clinical. "Addiction indicators: Elevated. Dopamine receptors: Desensitized. Recommendation: Reduce usage by 40% to restore cognitive clarity."

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CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.

I walked out of the restaurant with a secret smile, feeling his cum slowly dripping down my leg as I headed home. I was no longer just a regular. I was addicted.

White quickly explains, "these are very addictive, and we do not give them to recovering addicts. I will have to prescribe an alternative method." My mouth made an O. I have nothing against addicts. They really do struggle and need help and guidance. It's just I am sure that I, personally, was not there. I do have a little drink occasionally and indulge in a bit of marijuana sometimes, but that's it. Soon enough, though, my head felt heavy, as if my brain was being overworked. It began to throb, reminding me of its presence. I was unsure of what was happening. Nevertheless, I answered him, "no."