Romance Addicts Novels & Stories

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 rid of without- " "You can fool others with your tricks, but I am not one of them." She was interrupted before she explained the situation. She frowned at him while thinking about what made him think about her. His intense stare was intimidating, making her squirm, and her heart twisted in pain when he said something he could keep to himself. "Your grandpa is living by himself all alone. Where you should be the one to take care of the person who was always there for you, you left th

There were tables set around, a champagne tower, buffet tables, waiters walking around with glasses and people dressed magnificently for the occasion. “I don't think I can do this,” I shakily looked up at Mikhail. All my preparation was out the window. “You're in no position to choose, Marlowe,” he said passively as his eyes scanned the room. “If anyone asks and insists like that lady just did, tell them you're my girlfriend and we've been private. We met in high school and we met again recently,” he leaned forward and finally settled his eyes on me. “Got it?” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over my ear.

He looked helpless and all I wanted to do was run into him, hold him tight and tell him I’d never leave but in that moment, I wasn’t staring at the Corian I fell in love with. I was staring at someone different. Someone broken. Someone desperate. Someone almost insane. I was staring at someone that reminded me of Julia. So maybe what we have is an addiction… not love.

The relationship between Ronald and Rebecca had gone far beyond simple sexual addiction. What began as a forbidden fuck during Carnival had transformed into something much more dangerous and intense: a sick, obsessive love that mixed carnal desire with an almost suffocating emotional need. They could no longer go many days without seeing each other. The messages they exchanged during the day were filled with lust, but also with possessive and affectionate declarations. The taboo that bound them now felt like an invisible chain that tightened harder and harder.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

"I didn't know you could tell the future Ella. What is going on between you and Mike?" "Nothing much, we are just friends. Plus we kissed once." "What you didn't!" Maddy said laughing. "Yes, but it was nothing, we never spoke about it again, besides I was a little drunk." "Don't you find him attractive?" Maddy asked "He is not really my type Maddy, you know I like them bad!" "Maybe you should try gentlemen for once and see the outcome." "You mean i should try boring? I don't do boring Maddy. I do fun and wild!" She said laughing Adam finished talking to Mike and telling him of his plan to end the contract when Annie walked in

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

I turned into a moaning wreck, loud and shameless, matching Agnes’s cries across the room. This was the best moment of my honeymoon. I was already addicted. If it wasn’t Agnes and Maddox next time, it would be another couple. I was going to convince Roman we needed to swing more—way more. “You better fuck my wife good, hear me?” Roman called out, voice rough with lust. Maddox’s eyes flashed. He slammed in harder, faster, hips snapping. “I’ll leave her wobbling and dripping for more,” he promised, pounding me so deep I saw stars. And I believed every word.

My hands were still trembling when I pressed the buzzing rose to her clit and pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy. Elena’s head fell back. She moaned loud and real — the same moans I had just heard for my dad — but now they were all for me. When she finally came, gushing around my fingers, she pulled me up and kissed me slow and deep. She pressed her forehead to mine, still breathing heavily. “You can keep pretending to hate me, Cassie. But we both know the truth now. You’re already addicted.” My legs were jelly. My heart was a complete mess. And the worst part was… she was right.

We all knew this fire between us wasn’t ending anytime soon. Later, they both kissed me goodnight, one after the other. Marcus first, slow and deep. Then Jake, with that cocky little smirk against my lips. I fell asleep right there in the middle of them, their warm bodies on either side of me, their cum still slowly leaking out of my pussy and ass, making the sheets damp beneath me. I drifted off already thinking about tomorrow—about sneaking touches when Mom was back, about stolen moments in the garage or late at night in my room. The risk only made it hotter. There was no going back now. We were addicted. And the hunger was only growing.