Romance Addicts Novels & Stories

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..

Her body is still throbbing, her breathing still slightly ragged. Adrian moves closer again, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to her neck, the soft flick of his tongue making her shiver. “Everything okay?” he whispers. Amanda chuckles quietly, shaking her head with a sigh. “We’re so stupid.” Adrian laughs with her. “Yeah, I know. Stupidly crazy and addicted to each other.” He kisses her slowly, sensuously, lips moving over hers with that same dangerous, forbidden heat. She wraps her arms tightly around his neck, unable to fight the pull she feels toward him. She’s drowning in him, in this sick, beautiful addiction.

He kept shoving his hand into my breast to pinch my nipple, and anytime I whimpered, it distracted a playing Kylie who was jumping up and down in anticipation of the new year sparkles. He removed his hand from my breast and walked it down to thrust his longest middle finger into my pantless core. I moaned loudly and quickly covered it up to avert our daughter's suspicions. "Aaron stop! You will get tired if you eat me several times" I said and he turned to me with a serious expression. "I can never get tired of you because you are my woman. You are my addiction. I can't get enough of you. You are mine and I'm yours" he groans and it didn't take long for me to start rubbing my core around his

“Not his. Not anyone else’s.” Adrianna came harder than ever, but a nagging worry stuck. Marcus was petty. And Julian was becoming something she wasn’t ready for. By the end of the week, she was addicted to him. The nice guy who fucked like a god. But the drama was only beginning. Marcus had started spreading rumors at her company.

On her way to her room, she heard a ping on her phone, and her face paled, seeing the text she had just received from that number that could never be traced. 'You are making a mistake. That man you love will never marry someone like you. Do you know he is still in touch with that heiress? Oh, my bad. You aren't the type of girl who checks her man's phone to read texts he receives from other women, do you? But it's okay, you know? It shouldn't bother you when you can have the money all for yourself. Isn't that why you are still with him?'

My secretary came in to remind me of the presentation from the product department that I was supposed to see. By the end of the day, I had received three calls from investors who wanted to pull out and two from sponsors who felt threatened by the public's opinion on the fact that Dave had claimed I ran a drug dealing and human trafficking ring. I dialed a number that my secretary had sourced for me. “Bella Rossa restaurant. How may I help you?” “Mikhail Romanov. I'd like to make a reservation for eight thirty. Can you make that work?” “Sure thing, Mr Romanov. Table for one?”

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.

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.

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

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.