Romance Novel Addiction Novels & Stories

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

Trying to look strong "I've never had sex with anyone before. I can fight you on it or you can give me time to get ready before we do it" Two large steps and I'm glaring down at her "Fight me? Do you think you can overpower me?" "No. But forcing someone, even if that person is your wife is still rape. Is that how you want this marriage to start?" Never. I want her willing and writhing and begging for me to fuck her. I want her screaming my name the entire time because she can't have enough of me. Not because she's trying to push me away. But I also know what will happen when I finally take her. This obsession will turn into an addiction. I can't tell which is better. But I know a lot about

They christened the morning with multiple positions: her riding reverse cowgirl while he fed her more fruit, him taking her against the glass wall overlooking the sparkling ocean, and finally a long, deep session on the rumpled sheets where he edged her once more before letting her come spectacularly. By the time they finally collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the breakfast had gone lukewarm, the sun was higher in the sky, and Elena’s body sang with satisfaction. But deep down, the addiction had taken root even stronger. One morning of sensual-to-feral passion with the ruthless business mogul wasn’t enough. She was starting to fear that no amo unt of mornings would ever be enough.

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

So long as I took my daily cocktail of medication and went to my bi-weekly appointments there was no need for a grueling three sessions a week. ‘We’re not going to back out.’ I insisted, determined to ride out this euphoric high for as long as possible. My romance novel infected brain conjured one scenario after another. The shy, awkward main character starting her first day at an elite boarding school after a whirlwind make-over, always running from some elusive past I couldn’t wait to discover. She’d turn heads the moment she walked through the doors, beautiful while never realizing it. There was usually a fifty percent chance she’d catch the eye of the golden-haired jock or the asshole in

And she refused to get close to him too, something that made him very mad. He hated the fact that she was keeping her distance. He made it compulsory for the three of them to have breakfast together every morning, as an excuse to see her every day at least but Jade refused to show up the last two times. “There's this insane feeling I get every time I take cocaine to an extreme limit. I got to understand that nothing in this world could ever give me that bliss and that is why I became so addicted to it.” He gulped down the alcohol until it burned down his throat.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

And why did the thought of seeing him at the gala make me wetter than I’d been in weeks? I lay there panting, phone still clutched in my hand, my body humming with a dangerous new hunger. Nicolos was supposed to be the fix. But now… now I wasn’t so sure. Mr. Rossi’s message stared back at me, those explicit compliments burning into my brain, and I knew my addiction had just found a far more forbidden target. The gala was in two days. I had no idea how I was going to face him. But deep down, my traitorous body already knew exactly what it wanted — and it was craving something far more dangerous than my ex ever gave me.

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

Alex held her tighter, his cock still twitching inside her as the footsteps passed the library door and faded. “That was too close,” she whispered, trembling. Alex kissed her deeply, possessively. “And you loved every second of it. You’re addicted now, Elena. Just like me.” He finally let her slip away to clean up and return to Richard’s bed, his cum still leaking down her thighs as she climbed back in beside her sleeping husband. As she lay there in the dark, heart pounding with guilt and thrill, Elena realized the addiction had only grown stronger. Hiding it from Richard was going to be hell.