His Addiction: Addiction, #1

By melissas writings

I wanted to be his drug, his addiction.

I was obsessed with his cinnamon scent, thick lower lip, dimple on left hand side of his face and even the way how he used to unbutton his shirt one button at a time with his left hand starting from lowermost button and gradually working his way up.

I was a lot of things, but not his everything. 

I wanted to the one to satisfy all his needs.

I craved to be his addiction. 

This was not love. I knew, even he knew. We never even reached that phase. It was just about owning the other person. The only difference was he already knew that he owned me, and me?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissas Writings
• Release date: Sep 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386636083

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Prologue

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I wanted to be his drug, his addiction.

I was obsessed with his cinnamon scent, thick lower lip, dimple on left hand side of his face and even the way how he used to unbutton his shirt one button at a time with his left hand starting from lowermost button and gradually working his way up.

I was a lot of things, but not his everything. 

I wanted to the one to satisfy all his needs.

I craved to be his addiction. 

This was not love. I knew, even he knew. We never even reached that phase. It was just about owning the other person. The only difference was he already knew that he owned me, and me?

Mia dropped onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration and limp from pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently racked her slender frame. She shrieked Cole.... Everything inside her quaked violently, her tender muscles tightened desperately around his wicked mouth. She didn't even have the strength to straighten her legs, still breathless when he kissed her belly and lightly bit her nipples. Her eyes closed automatically. His hot breath lingered on her breasts for some time and then he straightened her legs, closed her rob; then stood staring down at her.

Next time whenever you want to get fucked, tell me. Ok? No matter how late or early it is. Even if I am busy with someone, I want you to leave a message. he stretched sluggishly but held her gaze. His eyes were so dark blue and dilated with lust, but she knew he wanted to clear this before heading for the shower.

She couldn't say anything, she just nodded helplessly, her eyes were still soft, face flushed from the earth shattering sex.

Satisfied with her nod, he walked naked to the en suite bathroom. Mia heard the shower start moments later and took a few seconds to calm her erratic heartbeat. Somehow she managed to get her legs to move and headed towards her own bedroom.

She thought of the day when her parents died. Even ten years later everything seemed so surreal, like it didn't even happen. Her parents and her sister were coming down from Florida to Edgewood. They were supposed to come the next day. They wouldn't have booked their ticket had she not begged them to reach one day earlier. After all she was going to be ten years old in just few hours. She wanted to celebrate it with them. Her sister who at that time had just completed her makeup artist training and got recruited by MAC cosmetics was all set to settle in Paris. Her first assignment was in fall. So, their parents had gone to spend their vacation with her in Florida. She couldn't go as she had fractured her leg one week ago. She was staying with her Parents best friend Archer and his beautiful wife Catherine.

Their son who was two years older than her was studying in a boarding school from his kindergarten days. She had never met him, but she knew that his parents were busy all the time. That was why they had shipped him to one of the most prestigious schools in their region. He was their only child. They loved him dearly, she saw it in their eyes whenever they brought out his name. But she always felt that, if they had tried little harder, they could