Novelas y relatos de Sinful Addiction

Sometimes Marcus would fuck her at night — gentle and loving. And then, in the early hours of the morning, or when Marcus was at physical therapy, Damien would sneak in and ruin her. He fucked her in the bathroom while Marcus was downstairs. He bent her over in the garage. He even fucked her in their marital bed while Marcus slept in the next room after taking painkillers. Sophia lived in a constant state of filthy ecstasy and crushing guilt. She had become addicted to her husband’s twin. And she had no intention of ever giving him up.

Daniel. What did they say about fucking your own family? That they taste like sin? That once you cross that line, there’s no going back because the forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter, darker, more addictive? That the guilt only makes the pleasure sharper, hotter, more devastating? We all know how sins taste — they linger on the tongue, burn in the throat, and leave you craving another bite even when you know it’ll ruin you. And right now, I was drowning in it.

My chest tightened. “You’re just scared of what people would say.” I opened my mouth to deny it. But no words came out. Because yes. I was scared. Scared of how fast this was happening. Scared of wanting him this much. Scared that I was already losing control. Scared of what the world would say. I was scared of everything that has to do with this sinful desire burning in my veins. Sebastian stared at me for one long second before speaking again. “The next time you kiss me…”

Chapter 228 Angelo There are days when you know you've messed up do you need to take accountability for the mess you've made I used to know how to hide the stuff that I did that was messy but now that I'm married I can't do that I realized that it is selfish and it is just plain disrespectful to do things behind someone's back without seeing if there's a way to deal with a problem head on. Addictions don't just appear out of nowhere they are a result of an accumulation of coping mechanisms and once you find a coping mechanism use it as a coping mechanism until you realize that your coping mechanism is either healthy or unhealthy. I always had an addictive personality and at some point they t

he groans into my ear as he presses himself against me and I can feel his member hard and strong inside his pants. No no no… everything I stood for is drifting away from me so fast now! He treated me so horribly these past couple days and now I’m falling for him fast just because of the way he looked at me! But I still remain kissing him, no matter what I seem to think to myself because he’s like a drug; addictive, feels nice at the time, but has consequences you can never undo again. In this case, me getting pregnant and being that much more bound to him than what I am with the twins.

He expects me to run away and let him live when he ruined me, when he took away my family. "Three minutes left Lana. Make your decision I don't have all day. I have a meeting at the casino in five minutes." He grins. He's going to just go about his day after this as if he didn't torture innocent people. There are many evil men in the mafia but Alexander Morelli is the worst of them all. My eyes dart to Hunter. Shame and guilt swarms my body. He doesn't deserve this. I'm a terrible person. "Aha there she is. That cruel monster. That dark side of you. Why do you try so hard to hide it Lana? It's clear you've made your choice. I'll be waiting for you."

I fucking needed to distract myself. “I wasn't sick because you were stinking. You smell like everything good between heaven and the earth. Your scent...” I paused, breathed hard, allowing her scent to consume me again and make my fever worse. I gulped, tried to continue. “It's so fucking addictive, I agree on this... it's worse than alcohol. It's so bad, so sinful that it could make even the darkest soul ignite.” My hands ached to touch her but I, somehow, managed to keep them inside my pockets. Even though it was too much for me, I didn't want to regret anything. I didn't want her to hate me more.

Just the sight of her was enough to help him find his release as he moves his hands up and down his hard shaft. "See what you've made me do?" He said after a deep groan staring at his hands full of cums. "I don't know how it will be but... You will pay for this." He said in a promising tone, "I will make you so addicted to my sinful self and lust in the desire of my flesh, I will make you find sin so good and perfect, only then, will I be able to bury you in the depth of hell, together with me"

Become addicted to him and the dirty things he can do to me? These conflicting thoughts attacks me. And maybe I’m really so fucked up right now that I find myself contemplating if it would be so bad being addicted to him in this way, craving his touch that delves so deep within. Maybe now, I understand why Artemis Sinclair is such a ruthless heartbreaker. Those girls had gotten one taste, and it clearly hadn’t been enough. I’m caught between wanting more and stopping it all here. “Please,” I plead, trembling while holding him tight, at his mercy.

Jayden will calm down after some time. He started to drink a lot just so he can think about something else except her, just so he can forget her for some time. Thoughts about her were running in his mind all day and night. He was heavily drunk now, this is how he lets out everything that is messing him up. He wanted to claim that angel. as his.She bacame his madness,his desperation. "Addiction is bad, it soon takes you over. Completely." Do vote. Spread the purple heart💜 Do follow me. Please give some reviews guys! I will update soon then.❤️❤️ Follow me on I*:jaeunie655