His Addiction

His Addiction

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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? ---- Copyright © 2017 by melissaswritings
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When you're forced to do something and aftermath it will only break you apart. Where you're helpless. Suffocated in the endless Maize of pain. And the only source of light is to risk everything that you have been shielding so far. Your already broken heart. ........................ He slammed the door hard making me flinch. With powerful decisive steps, he came towards me cowering me in between his desk and his heat radiating body. Intimidating me more than before. "Step back" I meeked out. Only resulting as his eyes darkened more and he stepped closer that I could feel every inch of his body on me, His thigh, waist, muscles, abs. My face heated at the feeling of his body against mine. I'm getting horny while he is angry. He leaned over me not leaving any space possible, my heart started to beat in an unknown rhythm. Both his hands, caging my body. "I dare you, my little kitty," his lips brushing against my earlobe; causing my whole body to shiver, reacting in an unknown way I have ever felt before. "If you think that disobeying me will be merciful, then you have got a hell lot of coming your way." I gasped as I felt his large hand squishing my ass hard. Making my blood flow south. ......................... Katherine Simon's has been the perfect secretary of Francesca Romano Ricca the most desired bachelor, a fucking dominant, elegant, heartbreaker, clean, intimidating, hot, damage for 4 years. Never complained, or fuss about his any ridiculous Order but he crossed that Threshold when he blackmailed her to be "His" or she, could lose the job she has been dead loyal to. Both with their weaknesses. Will they understand each other Or Will they try to destroy what is left in them. What will she do in this crisis of life, accept it or risk all the feelings she has been suppressed for so long. Will this new relation of there's will be the same as before or will it change something in between them. ___ Hello guys, This is my first novel.

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