Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

“Because you’re fucked up. You like the darkness. The evil you have been fighting all your life is tucked inside, and you just started to let it free. You’re no different than me.”

13

Eden

Oh my god, the sex.

The fucking sex.

Why does he have to be so good at sex?

The kissing is incredible.

His tongue massages mine in a way that makes me melt every time.

The way his hands grip my body makes me come undone.

And his cock, the way he knows exactly how much my body craves it, along with the sweet sensation of pain. I lose control with him, but also gain it. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s how I feel.

Sex with Matteo is life-altering.

He thought it would break me. Honestly, I thought it would too. I thought I would be flooded with memories of Armas. Or new painful memories with Matteo would be all I could think about.

Matteo is all I can think about. Not the nightmares. Instead, it is sweet, sweet dreams that make me forget everything else. I can’t function without thinking about him. All I want is sex.

I’m an addict. One who can’t survive without my drug. Sex with him has changed me. I’m not sure if it is for the better.

I feel stronger, but also less in control. I should be focused on getting free and protecting Nina. But all I can think about is sex.

Good thing every time I’m having sex with Matteo, I’m protecting Nina. I’m just not getting any closer to being free.

“Hurry up. You are using all the hot water, and you need to get dressed,” Matteo says as he throws the bathroom door open.

I frown as I stand under the steaming water of the shower. I don’t want to move out from under the faucet. I love the hot water and showers so much more than baths. I will never take showering for granted again.

“No! I’m enjoying my shower. Leave me alone or join me.”

I expect him to join me. He likes the sex as much or more than I do and hasn’t passed up an opportunity to fuck me any chance he’s gotten in the last month.

His hand reaches into the shower, and he turns the faucet off.

“I mean it. Out now.”

I frown. “Why?”

“Because we are going to the ball Armas’ family is throwing.”

My heart stops. I grab the towel and wrap it around my body not understanding what is happening or why we are just now talking about it.

“His family is still holding a ball even though Armas is dead?”

“Yes, they are arranging it in his honor.”

I step out of the shower, keeping the towel wrapped around me snuggly.

“Why are you going?”

“We. We are going.”