Lahat ng Kabanata ng OWNED BY THE MADDOX BROTHERS : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

ZAYLAThere was something about the way he looked at me, something about the way he spoke that always clawed at my chest and set my body on fire. "You weren't in the room," my voice came out thin, stating the obvious. He said nothing, puffing his smoke impatiently, like he was waiting for me to go straight to the point. The point. Which point? I bite down on my lip. Then smiled, awkwardly. "Do they always sleep off like that after taking whisky?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't answer, because why did I asked that."Zayla," His fingers paused close to his lips as his gaze drank me in. My heart skipped. Heat pulsed through me. Sharp and raw, hitting me with the realization that this was the first time he called my name. God. Zayla. I swallowed.His lips curled, not with a smile. "You think I'm the kind of man you knock on at midnight for a chat?" My pulse skittered, "Maybe."He chuckled. The sound low and humourless. Then he crushed the cigarette out on the doorframe, inches from

ZAREKA Whore. An attention-seeking whore. That's all she is.And yet—God help me— I can’t stop craving the urge to shove her to her knees, pin her against this bed, and remind her what whores like her deserve.Anger burned in my chest, hot and tangled with something I don’t want to name. Minutes. It’s only been minutes since I pushed her out, and still I can feel her mouth on me. Still hear the wet sound of her choke, the sharp scrape of her teeth. Still see the defiance in her eyes while she swallowed me whole.I should’ve slammed the door on her. Should’ve ended it the second she opened those lips.Instead I fucking let her touch me. I fucking promised to teach her how to protect herself. Damn it! I'm on the fourth packet of cigarettes, tonight. It was supposed to get her off my mind. Was supposed to calm me, yet it did none of that. It did nothing.My blood pumped faster than usual, which made me sweat more. My cock’s hard again, because of her. Because of the whore I swore I’d

ZAYLA His smile, and any kind of warmth on his face was immediately wiped off. His golden brown eyes turned woody, layered and impossible to see through. Then he was staring at me, more like accessing me all over, as if his stare could read through my mind. Then he pinched his nose and looked away, his jaw clenched and unclenched. All these, for a simple question? Now I'm more curious like never before to hear him speak. To know his reply. To know the kind of men they were. "You're not going to ignore me now, are you?" I asked, intently watching him. His gaze returned back to me, the sinister expression gone. All warmth, and Zane. I wonder how they do it. Every one of them. How they're able to always be in control of their expressions and emotions. I file it in the back of my head to learn from them. "Italian men, Angel. We're Italian men." His deep voice drew me out of my trance and we're staring at each other. His lips curled with the sexiest smirk, his eyes warmer, but dar

ZAYLA I clenched my emptiness, as I felt him against my palm. Hot, veiny and thickly massive with pre ejaculate sliding down his shaft. He growled, feral and deep, as he ripped my shirt open. The coor air hit my sensitive skin, my nipples hard and aching under his stare. "Oh, hell," he murmured sinfully and cupped my breasts in his hands, while I stroked him. Every of my thoughts tangled into one burning ache. I wanted to take him inside me, I wanted to move, to feel him. Before I knew it, my hands were on him. They found the hem of his shirt, trembling — not from fear, but from the way his breath brushed my throat. I tugged the fabric upward, and he let me, until the shirt came off in a clumsy rush.My gaze dipped before I could stop it. The sharp lines of his abs flexed as he shifted, all hard rigid and heat. His tattoos moved with every breath, each line coming alive as if the art itself was breathing with him. My mouth went dry. Without thinking, I traced a finger down his sto

ZAYLA After a quick shower, I stood in front of the mirror, tying up my hair when I caught sight of dark red marks on my neck. Warmth pooled low in my belly as my fingers slowly and gently traced each mark. Every trace, had me reminiscing on how his mouth had felt against my skin. Each bite, each suck, each lick. Although they looked darker and fresh, it wasn't painful at all. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I finally tied my hair into a neat bun. My reflection stared back at me, different from the girl I'd seen when I first arrived here that night. The girl in the mirror right now, looked sharper, her gray eyes brighter and beautiful. My lips slowly curved up and I smiled. She smiled back, it was stunning and full of confidence. But amidst her smile, her eyes flashed with something dark and calculating. I blinked, and it was gone. I took a deep breath, and exhaled. Now that I've had sex with Ziven, I have zero idea what it meant for me, for him, for Zarek and Zane. And