The Lollipop Addict (BWWM) #1 | The Addict Series - bluewritess - Wattpad

Story cover for The Lollipop Addict (BWWM) #1 | The Addict Series by bluewritess

The Lollipop Addict (BWWM) #1 | The Addict Series

Reads 360
Votes 11
Parts 17
Time 2h 15m

Reads 360
Votes 11
Parts 17
Time 2h 15m

Mature

1 new part

angerissues bwwm cigarettes daddyissues darkromance drugs elizahbello familyissues forcedmarriage friends greyangelini guns italy lollipopaddict mafia medicine olderman slowburn solara sweets university

𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦 my oversized white shirt. I stumble back, but his strong body stops me from falling down. He sighs, as he gently buries his head to the curved side of my neck, and the starts of my shoulder. He envelops me with his defined broad arms, straight to my stomach. Eyes closed as he takes me in, breathing deeply, heavily. Taking my perfume into his nostrils. 

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞?"

Because - what I touch... I destroy. I destroy what I touch, and... I will not waste time before destroying you as well. And - I don't know how else to explain that I don't truly mean to destroy. But I can't stop myself from doing so. 

𝑬𝑳𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑯 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶, always felt this magnet pull to go back to her old ways. Recognisable and so -questionable ways. Hesitance to continue with her manners to be nice, her approaches to be good and polite. But the world - kept pushing her to the edge to her old ways. Once again. Yet again. 

She didn't know whom she was before then. She doesn't remember, but she remembered those words that kept her up and her five year old. 

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐈 𝐚𝐦. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝."All Rights Reserved

angerissues bwwm cigarettes daddyissues darkromance drugs elizahbello familyissues forcedmarriage friends greyangelini guns italy lollipopaddict mafia medicine olderman slowburn solara sweets university

Table of contents

17 parts

Sign up to add The Lollipop Addict (BWWM) #1 | The Addict Series to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

The Devil's Soloist. by AuteureAngel

His hands were stained with blood. Mine trembled from the keys I'd just played. The studio door slammed behind him. The silence in the soundproofed room enveloped us. His molten, unblinking eyes traced my sweat-slicked skin. I should've been afraid, but fear had long since learned to live beside arousal. "You know what your voice does to me?" He rasped, stepping forward, every inch of him coiled and predatory. "Tiberio..." I whispered, unsure if it was a warning or a plea. He didn't stop. His fingers tangled in my hair, and then his mouth crashed onto mine-hot, brutal, claiming. I gasped as he backed me against the grand piano, the sharp edge digging into my spine while his hips pinned me in place. "I hear you sing," he growled against my mouth, "and I want to ruin you." "You already did," I gasped, my nails digging into his shirt, into the muscle beneath. "No," he hissed, slipping his hand between my thighs. "That was foreplay." His touch was possessive-ruthless. There was no tenderness in the way he lifted me onto the piano, no apology when he tore the buttons of my blouse open one by one with a patience that made me ache. "Everyone listens to your voice," he said, pressing his mouth to my throat, "but only I get to make it scream." His tongue traced down the column of my neck, his fingers dipping beneath my panties like he had every right. And maybe he did. Maybe I gave it to him when I let him back me into the shadows. When I stopped singing for freedom and started singing for vengeance. I moaned his name again-broken, breathless. And he smiled against my skin. "That's it, soloista. Sing for me." And I did. With no mic. No stage. Just his hands, his mouth, and the devil's rhythm pounding through my pulse. ***** A novel steeped in lust, betrayal, and twisted love-where every note she sings brings someone closer to their ruin.

𝙐𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 - 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙊𝙛 𝙑𝙤𝙬𝙨 by Deewanixwriters

AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal. As a professor, he's dedicated to his work, and his no-nonsense attitude masks a softer side. AMRIT TRIPATHI - She is a straightforward but introvert student, embodying simplicity and honesty. While others vie for the attention of their stern professor, Akshat, Amrit remains unnoticed until life takes an unexpected turn. Her future dream is to become an writer and she is starting her PHD. However their fates intervened when Akshat had to marry Amrit for saving her from humiliation. Jump inside to join their journey ✨

My boy friend and His Friend by Angelina5522

ကိုယ်ချစ်တဲ့သူနဲ့ သူချစ်တဲ့ သူငယ် ဂျင်း (စာလုံးမမှားပါဘူးတမင်ရေးထားတာ) Semeကရိုင်းပါတယ် ဆိုးပါတယ် ကြိုပြောထားတာပါနော်

𝕊𝔸𝕐 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆𝕆 (BWWM +18) by kiera_Maya231

Her hips rotated up meeting my pelvis as she latched her lips back onto mine, I matched her rhythm and drove my hips into her core she let out a beautiful moan against my lips and at this point I just know what we wanted from each-other but we were both scared to go there. I wanted to see her beautiful face contort in ways no face should be at their place of employment, I wanted my body skin to touch hers and mix my sweat with hers as I made her moan and cum around my fingers. My head was growing delirious, my thoughts were getting wilder and wilder as we kissed and dry humped on my office floor, her hands wiggling under my blazer and trying to slide it down. I removed my lips from hers and leaned closer to her ear. "Just say you want me too." ********** Oliver was known for being serious, he wanted to get work done. He was known for results - being a successful businessman man himself he gets asked to help co-own his family restaurant in central London alongside his irresponsible cousin. He never had an interest in being in relationships, as he only wanted to prevail in work and his education therefore that was his focus for years. But one day that all changes when he walks into his family restaurant for a simple inspection and falls for a beautiful waitress there - Aurora.

THE WATCHER. by KingKenzzy

She thinks she's invisible-just a waitress working late shifts to pay her bills, slipping through life without being noticed. But she's wrong. Someone sees her. Him. Cold, powerful, and dangerously obsessed, he's watched her for months from the shadows. He knows her routines, her smile, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous. To the world, he's an untouchable billionaire, ruthless and controlled. But when it comes to her, control is slipping. When she accidentally stumbles into his world-an overheard phone call, a mistaken identity, a stormy night-he decides watching isn't enough anymore. He wants her. Needs her. And he'll do anything to keep her close... even if it means unraveling her world to remake it with him at the center.

His love by exclusiveluv

Ziomara Johnson- 19 years old. Got pregnant At 18. Works at a diner. Silas Morretti- Italian, 23 years old. Mafia leader. "Is she mine" I could not answer him I saw him when I was 18 I never that he would find out. "I will ask again is she MINE" "Yes" Cover made by @destinydarcel on Instagram

𝐂𝐫𝐢𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫|+18 by Faith9294

Amara enjoys making money at her new job as a stripper to pay for her college tuition, but things take a turn when Dario Manson, A dangerous man becomes obsessed with her after seeing her perform one night.

The Malhotras by ritikaauthor

This is a story of four brothers. The brothers who are ready to sacrifice their lives for each other in childhood but what will happen when they grow up and find their partners. Will their partners also understand their love for each other or Will they try to create conflict between them? It is a multicouple story. The story will involve brotherhood, bromance and romance at the same time.

Psychotic Obsession by KaylaRosely

Old version got removed, a lot of new changes!! Put on HOLD!!! Description : 'so this is love mmm~' There's not escape for people like me, bad luck attached to them like gun stuck to the bottom of a shoe. But I guess as much as he was bad for me as he was good too, in so many ways. Dancing in his kitchen a chain attached to my ankle, never felt more at peace. I was contempt being his obsession no matter how crazy he got. Because being with him was much much more safer than what was waiting for me outside those two doors. ~ the story of Aaira and Aleksie

The Outcome (a Trey Songz love story) by LiyahAjahnae

Kerri was a fan of Trey Songz for a while. She went to all of his concerts in her city and had the once in a lifetime opportunity to meet him backstage. Well, the outcome of that was marriage, and twins, and arguments, and a stalker, and acceptable cheating, love, hurt, rape, and a miscarriage. But there is still beauty even when the outcome is ugly.

You may also like

Slide 1 of 10

The Devil's Soloist. cover

𝙐𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 - 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙊𝙛 𝙑𝙤𝙬𝙨 cover

My boy friend and His Friend cover

𝕊𝔸𝕐 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆𝕆 (BWWM +18) cover

THE WATCHER. cover

𝐂𝐫𝐢𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫|+18 cover

The Malhotras cover

Psychotic Obsession cover

The Outcome (a Trey Songz love story) cover

The Devil's Soloist.

His hands were stained with blood. Mine trembled from the keys I'd just played. The studio door slammed behind him. The silence in the soundproofed room enveloped us. His molten, unblinking eyes traced my sweat-slicked skin. I should've been afraid, but fear had long since learned to live beside arousal. "You know what your voice does to me?" He rasped, stepping forward, every inch of him coiled and predatory. "Tiberio..." I whispered, unsure if it was a warning or a plea. He didn't stop. His fingers tangled in my hair, and then his mouth crashed onto mine-hot, brutal, claiming. I gasped as he backed me against the grand piano, the sharp edge digging into my spine while his hips pinned me in place. "I hear you sing," he growled against my mouth, "and I want to ruin you." "You already did," I gasped, my nails digging into his shirt, into the muscle beneath. "No," he hissed, slipping his hand between my thighs. "That was foreplay." His touch was possessive-ruthless. There was no tenderness in the way he lifted me onto the piano, no apology when he tore the buttons of my blouse open one by one with a patience that made me ache. "Everyone listens to your voice," he said, pressing his mouth to my throat, "but only I get to make it scream." His tongue traced down the column of my neck, his fingers dipping beneath my panties like he had every right. And maybe he did. Maybe I gave it to him when I let him back me into the shadows. When I stopped singing for freedom and started singing for vengeance. I moaned his name again-broken, breathless. And he smiled against my skin. "That's it, soloista. Sing for me." And I did. With no mic. No stage. Just his hands, his mouth, and the devil's rhythm pounding through my pulse. ***** A novel steeped in lust, betrayal, and twisted love-where every note she sings brings someone closer to their ruin.