OWNED BY THE MADDOX BROTHERS
SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark.
Expect:
*Three brothers who don’t know the meaning of gentle.*
*A heroine who moans even when she swears she won’t.*
*Fingers, tongues, and c*cks where she least expects them.*
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“Spread wider, Angel,” Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs.
Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. “Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been."
And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. “Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn’t matter how hard I pound—she’ll still take more. She’s fucking built for it. Our c*cks.”
I begged desperately— clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim.
I never thought I'd crave this— three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do.
My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade.
He broke me and killed me.
But fate brought me back.
Given a second chance, I ran.
Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS.
ZIVEN. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard.
ZAREK. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass.
ZANE. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form.
They offered me safety.
Then they became my obsession.
Now they’re my only protection from the monster I once called husband.
But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter.
And when the past comes knocking…
I’ll have to choose between revenge—and the triplets who made me feel alive again.
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Chapter: Just feel himZAYLAJust immediately, the air in the room suddenly shifted. Zane’s eyes darkened, that familiar warm honey turning into something molten and hungry. He leaned in, his hand still cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip like he was testing how far I’d let him go.Ziven didn't move at first. His jaw was locked so tight I could see his muscles jumping. The jealousy from the car ride was still burning in his gaze, raw and barely contained. Zane’s fingers slid down my neck and gently wrapped around the bruises Matteo had left. Just then, Ziven's control cracked, just a flicker.“Not too tight,” Zane murmured against my mouth, his voice low and soothing. “Just enough so you feel us instead of him.”Ziven made a rough sound in his throat. “This is fucked up.”Zane didn’t look away from me. “She said yes. You gonna stand there and watch, or are you going to help me make her forget?”Ziven’s eyes flicked to me. It was dark, conflicted, and hungry. Then he cursed under his breath an
Last Updated: 2026-04-13
Chapter: The Best PartZAYLA The rest of the drive remained heated, with Ziven taking several daring glance at me, jaw tight, like he was waiting for me to pull another stunt. Fucking Grumpy. As soon as the car stopped, he killed the engine and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out with him. "Why are you so scared i'd run away?" I asked, trying to tug free.He didn’t answer. Just kept walking, his grip firm, as he dragged me along the dimly lit path to the house.I huffed. About to give up on getting any answer, then his voice came. "Scared you'd run away?""Yes." He sighed. "I didn't think you'd asked that again, after what happened few hours ago." I tried so hard to pull my mind from tapping into the memory, but I did. Goosebumps exploded all over my skin, followed by my quickened breath. His grip around my wrist tightened, then the sound of the door unlocking. "Hey," he said softly, "It would never happen again, okay?"I nodded. It was pure darkness as we stepped into the room. I glanced at Ziven, e
Last Updated: 2026-04-03
Chapter: Attention seekerZAYLA I was left with Ziven, again. I hadn't even turned towards him, but I could feel his gaze on me. I slowly turned to meet his gaze, and our eyes locked. Dark and scrutinizing. I was momentarily stilled by the hot rush of memory that instantly filled my head. The reason he'd cornered me in that hallway. Would he do it again? I...I... mean, corner me, finger me and deny my release, again?? He already knew I made out with Zane this time. Though he didn't see it himself, Zane and Zarek made it so obvious. He hadn't said a word, and his eyes gave nothing he was thinking away. Neither did his expression. Whatever it was he was thinking, I had no idea. I wasn't going to stand and watch him forever. It wasn't a staring competition. But I knew Ziven, and I knew he wasn't going to say a word if I didn't. That's how reluctant he is. I broke the eye contact and turned around to return to the sofa where I sat before. I wasn't even seated yet, when he finally spoke, his words catching me
Last Updated: 2026-03-09
Chapter: Bare for meZAYLAZane was fire and sin tangled together, the type that didn't just burn, it consumed. His mouth, his hands, the way he touched me set my entire nerves alight. It burned me till I was nothing but an erupting volcano, yet needing him even more. I was too far gone. So deep and drowning in the heat and want, until a sudden knock came at the door. The sound cut through us like a blade and then, reality slammed back into place. His brothers were right outside that door. He hissed, but didn't stop. Instead, his kiss turned more urgent. It was either Zarek or Ziven on the door, which should even make me more eager to break the kiss. But I didn't. I couldn't. My hands pressed against the walls of muscles on his chest, to stop him, instead they turned limp. I moaned against his mouth and he swallowed, his tongue licking the depth of my mouth. "Zane..." I moaned as he slowly broke the kiss to press his forehead against mine."Shhh," he murmured against my lips, and sucked in my lower l
Last Updated: 2026-02-07
Chapter: A Beautiful kind of CrueltyZAYLAThe bathroom was an extension of the suite's luxury, sleek black marble, gold fixtures, and a sink wide enough for two. I stared at Zane briefly as we stood in front of the mirror, the usual warm glint in his eyes had returned, but wrapped with something darker, hooded even and indescribable. He hasn't said a word since we walked in here, which was very unlike Zane. But I shrugged and turned on the water faucet. Steam fogged the mirror as the warm water rushed out, the sound drowning out the pounding in my chest. He came behind me, close enough that I felt the heat radiating off him. It was just us. Him and me. In this spacious bathroom, yet his presence found a way to fill the whole space, making it feel small, Intimate even. Fighting the heat growing inside me, I turned and took his hands. I guided them under the steam, watching the water turn pink as it washed away the dried blood. Matteo's blood. Yes. Matteo's blood. "Zane," I muttered low, my voice breathy as I pumped so
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: Voices in my headZAYLAThe suite Ziven brought me into was warm, opulent and picturesque. It was nothing short of magnificent. An airy expanse of marble floors, floor to ceiling windows, and understated gold accents that spoke of effortless wealth. Every piece of furniture looked custom-made, every surface polished to perfection, giving the space the quiet, intimidating elegance of money that never needed to announce itself.He dropped me gently on the black leather sofa, straightening his shirt as he stood fully, his gaze not leaving me."Feel better?" He asked, his gaze still lingering on me before he turned, stepping away. My gaze followed him until he disappeared further into the room. Yes, I was feeling better. I was no longer trembling, and my heart no longer felt like it was going to leave my ribcage in the next second. But my neck... my neck still ached, and felt really painful. I could only imagine the marks on there. What if Zane hadn't arrived on time? What if they hadn't come at all? I
Last Updated: 2025-12-23
PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary
WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents.
He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending.
Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend.
But it's his stepdad who sees the real me—
wet, needy, and aching to be ruined.
One look. One whisper. One filthy promise.
And just like that…
I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy."
This isn't just sex
This is sin
And it feels so damn good to be a sinner.
Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy.
This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release.
And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies.
Join the ride, if you can control the heat.
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Chapter: ARTISTIC P**N 3ARTISTIC PORN 3Elara entered the studio at exactly nine the next morning.The vibrator was gone, Vincent had removed it himself at dawn, his fingers slow and deliberate as he slid it free, watching her flinch and clench around nothing. He’d licked it clean in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers, then he kissed her once, soft, and almost tender, before telling her to shower, eat, and return.Now she stood naked in the doorway, her skin still flushed from the hot water, her hair damp and loose down her back. The gold paint was gone, but faint red streaks from yesterday’s crimson remained in the creases of her elbows and the hollow of her throat, like faint bruises from a lover’s mouth.Vincent waited on the platform.He wore only black linen trousers today, bare-chested, silver hair swept back, his forearms corded as he mixed oils on a glass palette. The spotlights were already on, bathing the black velvet chaise in harsh white light. A new set of restraints waited at each corner
Last Updated: 2026-01-24
Chapter: ARTISTIC P**N 2ARTISTIC PORN 2 Elara woke to the low, insistent hum still vibrating inside her.The tiny device Vincent had placed, curved, unyielding, hadn’t stopped all night. It was low. Relentless. Never enough to push her over the edge, only enough to keep her wet, swollen, aching. She’d thrashed in the silk sheets for hours, her thighs clenched, fingers digging into the mattress, whispering curses into the pillow. Every time she came close, every time her hips started to roll helplessly, the buzz would drop to almost nothing, as though the remote were wired directly to her desperation.She hadn’t come.Not once.Dawn light filtered through the skylights in soft gray ribbons. She was still painted in gold filigree dried across her skin in delicate, curling patterns. The pigment had cracked slightly where her body had twisted in frustration, tiny fractures like old master canvases. She looked down at herself, her breasts heaving, her nipples dark and painfully erect, the gold lines between her
Last Updated: 2026-01-23
Chapter: ARTISTIC P**NARTISTIC PORNELARA MOREAU - FL - 19 YRSVINCENT CALVER - ML- 51 YRSElara Moreau arrived at the chalet just as the last light bled from the sky over the Alps. The private helicopter had dropped her on a snow-dusted landing pad behind the house, rotors whipping powder into her face like frozen needles. She stepped down in thigh-high boots and a black wool coat that barely reached mid-thigh, clutching the single leather portfolio that held her grandfather’s forged passport, the key to his hidden studio, and the one painting she’d never sold—the one that proved she was better than him.The pilot didn’t speak. He simply pointed toward the massive timber-and-glass structure that seemed carved out of the mountain itself. Floor-to-ceiling windows glowed amber against the darkening peaks. No doorbell. No intercom. Just a heavy iron door that opened the moment her boot touched the top step.He was waiting inside.Vincent Calder stood in the center of the great room like a statue that had deci
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: TASTING MY STEPBROTHER'S COCKTASTING MY STEPBROTHER'S COCK 3The next few days were torture in the sweetest way.Dinner with their parents every night, with Julian sitting across from her, looking perfectly composed in a crisp shirt, while his bare foot slid up her calf under the table. His toes tracing slow circles on her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she ached most. Sophia would grip her fork tighter, forcing smiles at her mother’s questions, all while her panties grew soaked and her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat.He’d catch her eye and smirk, his green eyes promising retribution.Texts late at night:Julian: Thinking about how wet you get for me.Julian: Touch yourself but don’t come. Save it for my cock.She obeyed. Every time. Every fucking time. Her fingers circling her clit until she was shaking, then stopping, her thighs slick, her pussy clenching around nothing.By Thursday night, she was desperate, her body humming with denied release, her nipples perpetually hard, her mind filthy
Last Updated: 2026-01-07
Chapter: TASTING MY STEP-BROTHER'S COCK 2TASTING MY STEP-BROTHER'S COCK 2Sophia woke to sunlight pouring through sheer curtains and the low thrum of need still coiled tight in her belly. Every inch of her body remembered Julian’s hands, his rough palms sliding up her thighs, thick fingers buried deep inside her, the way he’d watched her fall apart with dark, possessive eyes. She could still taste him on her lips, feel the phantom press of his hard cock against her stomach.She rolled onto her back, her thighs squeezing together. The ache between them was relentless. One hand drifted down, slipping beneath the thin silk of her sleep shorts. She was already soaked, swollen, her clit throbbing. It took only a few slow circles to bring herself off as her quiet gasps muffled into her pillow, her hips lifting as she imagined it was his tongue instead of her fingers.Afterward, she lay there flushed and unsatisfied. A quick release wasn’t enough. She needed more. Needed him.Just then, a text buzzed on her phone.Julian: Meet me a
Last Updated: 2026-01-06
Chapter: TASTING STEP-BROTHER'S COCKTASTING STEP-BROTHER'S COCKSOPHIE MURPHY (FL) - 20 YRS JULIAN HOWELL (ML) - 32 YRSSophia stepped out of the taxi and onto the sun-warmed gravel driveway, the late July heat pressing against her skin like a lover’s breath. At twenty, she was home from college for the summer, her second year behind her, and everything about this place felt both familiar and strangely new. The sprawling modern house loomed ahead, glass walls, clean lines, a sparkling infinity pool glinting in the distance. Her mother’s new husband, Victor, had excellent taste. And money. Lots of it.But Sophia’s pulse wasn’t racing because of the house.It was racing because of him.Victor’s son. Her new stepfather’s son. Her stepbrother.Julian.She hadn’t seen him in person since the wedding three months ago, when he’d flown in for forty-eight hours, looking devastating in a charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders. At thirty-two, Julian was twelve years older—tall, dark-haired, with sharp features and storm-gr
Last Updated: 2026-01-05
Chapter: FUCKED BY MY SAVIOUR 2FUCKED BY MY SAVIOUR 2 The Gulfstream touched down on a private strip in the Sierra Madre foothills just before dawn. No runway lights. No tower. Just a blacked-out hangar and a waiting blacked-out Tahoe. Reid didn’t speak during the flight. He sat across from Seraphina, her knees spread, her elbows on her thighs, watching her like she might vanish if he blinked. She spent most of the three hours curled in the leather seat, knees drawn up, staring out at the black nothing below, trying to process the fact that she was alive and he was the reason.When the plane stopped rolling, he unbuckled first.“Move.”She stood on unsteady legs. The dress was ruined, torn, filthy, and clinging to her like a second skin. He noticed. But didn’t comment. Just guided her down the stairs with a hand at the small of her back—firm, possessive, burning through silk.The Tahoe’s rear door opened before they reached it. No driver visible. Reid helped her in, his large hand encircling her upper arm, lifting
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
Chapter: CLAIMED BY MY SAVIOURCLAIMED BY MY SAVIOUR SERAPHINA & REIDThe safe house smelled of rust, motor oil, and the faint copper tang of old blood.Nineteen-year-old Seraphina Laurent knelt on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse outside Juárez, her wrists zip-tied behind her back, silk blindfold soaked with tears and mascara. She’d been here three days, or maybe four. Time blurred when they kept the lights off most hours and fed her only enough to keep her conscious. Her cream-colored dress—once Chanel, now torn at the hem and stained, it was hiked up around her thighs from struggling. Bruises bloomed on her knees and the insides of her arms where rough hands had gripped too hard.She heard boots before she heard voices.Heavy. Measured. Not the quick, careless steps of the sicarios who’d been guarding her.The door screeched open.A single bulb snapped on overhead.Seraphina flinched, blindfold suddenly yanked off. Light stabbed her eyes. She blinked through tears, and saw him.The man standin
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: MY HORNY STEP BROTHER 3MY HORNY STEP BROTHER 3The next few days were torture in the sweetest way.Dinner with their parents every night, with Julian sitting across from her, looking perfectly composed in a crisp shirt, while his bare foot slid up her calf under the table. His toes tracing slow circles on her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she ached most. Sophia would grip her fork tighter, forcing smiles at her mother’s questions, all while her panties grew soaked and her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat.He’d catch her eye and smirk, his green eyes promising retribution.Texts late at night:Julian: Thinking about how wet you get for me.Julian: Touch yourself but don’t come. Save it for my cock.She obeyed. Every time. Every fucking time. Her fingers circling her clit until she was shaking, then stopping, her thighs slick, her pussy clenching around nothing.By Thursday night, she was desperate, her body humming with denied release, her nipples perpetually hard, her mind filthy with fa
Last Updated: 2026-01-24
Chapter: MY HORNY STEP BROTHER 2MY HORNY STEP BROTHER 2 Sophia woke to sunlight pouring through sheer curtains and the low thrum of need still coiled tight in her belly. Every inch of her body remembered Julian’s hands, his rough palms sliding up her thighs, thick fingers buried deep inside her, the way he’d watched her fall apart with dark, possessive eyes. She could still taste him on her lips, feel the phantom press of his hard cock against her stomach.She rolled onto her back, her thighs squeezing together. The ache between them was relentless. One hand drifted down, slipping beneath the thin silk of her sleep shorts. She was already soaked, swollen, her clit throbbing. It took only a few slow circles to bring herself off as her quiet gasps muffled into her pillow, her hips lifting as she imagined it was his tongue instead of her fingers.Afterward, she lay there flushed and unsatisfied. A quick release wasn’t enough. She needed more. Needed him.Just then, a text buzzed on her phone.Julian: Meet me at the gu
Last Updated: 2026-01-23
Chapter: MY HORNY STEP BROTHERMY HORNY STEP BROTHER SOPHIA & JULIANSophia stepped out of the taxi and onto the sun-warmed gravel driveway, the late July heat pressing against her skin like a lover’s breath. At twenty, she was home from college for the summer, her second year behind her, and everything about this place felt both familiar and strangely new. The sprawling modern house loomed ahead, glass walls, clean lines, a sparkling infinity pool glinting in the distance. Her mother’s new husband, Victor, had excellent taste. And money. Lots of it.But Sophia’s pulse wasn’t racing because of the house.It was racing because of him.Victor’s son. Her new stepfather’s son. Her stepbrother.Julian.She hadn’t seen him in person since the wedding three months ago, when he’d flown in for forty-eight hours, looking devastating in a charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders. At thirty-two, Julian was twelve years older—tall, dark-haired, with sharp features and storm-green eyes that seemed to strip away every defen
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: I WANT MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 4I WANT MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 4Isabella waited until the house was completely dark.The grandfather clock in the foyer struck eleven before she slipped out of her room, barefoot, wearing only the thinnest silk robe she owned. It was black, barely tied, slipping off one shoulder the moment she moved. Beneath it, she wore nothing. Her skin was already flushed, her nipples tight from anticipation, the slick heat between her thighs impossible to ignore with every step.She padded down the hallway to his door.It was ajar, just enough to spill a low, amber glow from the bedside lamp.She pushed it open.Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned but still on. The room smelled of him, leather, cedar, bourbon, and the faint metallic edge of arousal. His chest rose and fell steadily, but his eyes were black with hunger as they locked on her.“Lock it,” he said, his voice rough.She turned, clicked the deadbolt.When she faced him again, he crooked one finger.“Come
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
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