All Chapters of Addicted to Mr. Wrong : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2026 by OllieThis is a dark romance that contains triggering content and thus, isn’t suitable for readers under 18. It contains explicit sexual content and morally grey characters bordering on obsessive and possessive traits willing to ruin their lives for each other. This is not fit for anyone struggling with mental health or stuck in an abusive relationship. It is not to be misconstrued or mislabeled. This is strictly for entertainment purposes. All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge porn,

Zeke’s POV I hold her for a few more seconds before she recovers and backs away from me in a hurry. Her eyes are wide in shock and intrigue. She stares at me with an intoxicating expression, her long lashes batting aggressively. Her beauty is dazzling and had no need for artificial assistance. Her bare face is compelling. The only sign of makeup on her is the oil coating her plump lips. Her dirt-blond hair is gathered into a messy bun atop her head with small tendrils falling attractively, framing her face. The skin around her face is smooth, her cheekbones sharp. Her green eyes are tinged with attractive rings of blue in her irises. Those eyes… Those lips… That body… That hair…. What would she look like with that hair cascading down her back? Or when I gripped it tight, pulling her head back? My body jerks with an almost violent need, a fierce desire to possess her. I ached to work my lips all over her body, to feel the plumpness of her skin, the softness of her lip

Zeke’s POV Despite her protests, she moans and gasps into my mouth, spreading her legs open for me. She tastes like sin, hedonistically sweet, and forbidden. My finger dip into the vast wetness between her thighs. So creamy, so wet, making my cock twitch hungrily. Her face is twisted in a pained expression, reeking of need and desperation. I can see that she’s concentrating her full attention on holding herself back. Her body is terse. I lower my face to her neck, nuzzling, filling my lungs with her scent. I brush a finger across her clit lightly, eliciting a fiery jerk of her body. She groans, eyes darting to my driver ahead of us. “What about…he’s gonna see us,” she whispers. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t see a thing. It’s part of his contract agreement,” I return, amused. “Still, we can’t….” she whispers hoarsely as my fingers flicker on her clit. I nuzzle close to her cheek. “We can do whatever we want in my car, baby,” I return, pushing a finger inside