Chapter: MY STEP FATHER 7NANCY'S POV 7The front door had barely clicked shut behind Mom, her voice trailing off with “I’ll be back in twenty, maybe thirty if the line’s long!” when Eric’s hand clamped around my wrist like a manacle.He didn’t speak.He dragged me down the hallway, past the living room, straight into the master bathroom. The door slammed shut. The sound echoing like a gunshot in the suddenly too-quiet house.Water roared on, hot, hard spray from the rainfall showerhead, and steam billowed instantly.Eric spun me to face him, his eyes wrapped with something feral.“Strip,” he ordered, his voice low and shredded. “Now.”My hands shook as I yanked my shirt over my head. My bra followed next, the clasps snapping free. Next was my leggings and panties, they shoved down together, and kicked off in a wet heap. I was Naked. Exposed. Already dripping down the insides of my thighs.He didn’t undress slowly.He tore his T-shirt off, the fabric ripping at the seam. His jeans shoved down just enough to f
Última actualización: 2026-06-12
Chapter: MY STEP FATHER 6NANCY'S POV 6The drive home from the campsite felt endless, three hours of charged silence broken only by Mom’s cheerful chatter about how “refreshed” she felt and how much work awaited her at the office. I sat in the back, my thighs pressed together, still tender and slick from the final stolen moments before dawn. Eric’s eyes kept finding mine in the rearview mirror, dark, sinful, knowing, and promising green orbs. Every time our gazes locked, my core clenched around nothing.Finally, we pulled into the driveway just as the sun dipped low. Mom kissed my cheek, and hugged Eric tight, then disappeared upstairs to shower and change, already on her phone scheduling tomorrow’s meetings. “Dinner at seven,” she called down. “I’m starving!”I carried my duffel up to my room, my heart hammering. The door hadn’t even clicked shut when Eric slipped in behind me, silent, and predatory. He kicked it closed with his heel, and pressed his chest to my back, abd buried his face in the crook of my
Última actualización: 2026-06-08
Chapter: MY STEP FATHER 5NANCY'S POV 5The tent air felt thicker than blood. The moonlight had faded to pre-dawn gray, but neither of us had slept. Eric’s body was a furnace behind me, his chest to my back, his thighs cradling mine, his cock still half-hard and slick from earlier, nestled hot against the cleft of my ass.My nightgown was useless now, twisted around my waist, my pajama bottoms shoved down just enough to bare me from the hips down.His hand had been between my legs for what felt like hours, slow, merciless circles on my clit, his fingers dipping inside only to pull out before I could tip over the edge. I was shaking, drenched, every nerve screaming.Then he shifted.One large hand gripped my hip, angling me forward onto my knees while keeping my upper body low. The blanket stayed draped over us like a thin, useless veil. His other hand guided himself, thick head nudging my entrance, parting swollen folds.“Quiet,” he breathed against my ear, his voice gravel and a command. “Not one fucking soun
Última actualización: 2026-06-06
Chapter: MY STEP FATHER 4NANCY'S POV 4The tent was thick with heat, our shared body heat, the lingering champagne haze, the suffocating weight of everything we weren’t supposed to want. Mom’s soft snores had become background static, unreliable now. I lay on my side, facing away from Eric, my nightgown rucked up to my waist, my bare ass pressed back against his hips. His arm was still locked around me, possessive, unyielding.His fingers moved first.Slow. Deliberate.They slipped beneath the loose waistband of my pajama bottoms, ones I’d pulled on over the nightgown earlier just for the illusion of modesty. The elastic gave way easily. His callused fingertips grazed the sensitive skin below my navel, then lower, tracing the crease where the thigh met the hip.I sucked in a silent breath.He didn’t rush.One finger dipped between my folds, slick, swollen, embarrassingly ready, and circled my clit once, lazy and light.My hips jerked involuntarily.“Shhh,” he breathed against my ear, so quiet it was more vibr
Última actualización: 2026-06-02
Chapter: MY STEP FATHER 3NANCY'S POV 3The tent was dark except for faint silver moonlight seeping through the mesh ceiling. Mom’s soft snores had become a steady, distant rhythm on the far side. I woke slowly, too warm, too aware, realizing Eric’s arm was locked around my waist like iron. His chest was molded to my back, thighs tucked behind mine, every hard inch of him pressed flush against me.He was asleep. He had to be.His breathing was deep, even… until it wasn’t.I stayed perfectly still for one long heartbeat, then, slowly, deliberately, I arched my spine just enough to press my ass back against him. The thick ridge of his erection was unmistakable through his jeans and my thin nightgown. Hot. Rigid. Throbbing faintly in time with his pulse.A shiver ripped through me. My core clenched hard around nothing.I did it again, subtler this time, a slow roll of my hips, dragging myself along the length of him. The friction was torture through layers of fabric. My clit pulsed in response, already swollen a
Última actualización: 2026-05-09
Chapter: MY STEP FATHER 2NANCY'S POV 2The fire had burned down to glowing coals by the time we crawled into the tent. Mom was already fading fast, her cheeks flushed from the fever, her eyes heavy after swallowing the cold medicine with a mug of herbal tea. Eric had worked a small miracle with the bedding, unzipping the sleeping bags, overlapping them like puzzle pieces, and draping the one shared blanket across the middle section so it looked almost intentional.Mom gave a weak smile as she settled on the far edge. “Don’t let me spoil the fun, you two,” she murmured, her voice thick and sleepy. “Enjoy the camping trip. It’s Nancy’s big weekend.” She patted my hand, then Eric’s arm, and within minutes her breathing had deepened into the soft, congested rhythm of sleep.The tent suddenly felt much smaller.I’d washed up at the creek earlier, the cold water doing nothing to cool the heat still simmering under my skin. Back in the tent, I slipped out of my underwear, telling myself it was just for comfort in t
Última actualización: 2026-04-30
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
Última actualización: 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
Última actualización: 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
Última actualización: 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
Última actualización: 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
Última actualización: 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
Última actualización: 2026-01-21
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.*
~~~♠~~~
“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: The Ice King's PromiseZAYLAI woke up slowly, wrapped in warmth and the faint scent of sex and cologne.My body ached in the best and worst ways. My thighs were sore, and my pussy was tender. There were faint bruises on my hips from fingers gripping too hard, and a dull throb in my throat that reminded me of the way they had held me there. It was anything but gentle. Possessive rather. I was in my own bed.Someone had carried me here after I passed out. The sheets were soft and clean, but my skin still smelled like them.I shifted slightly and winced. Oh Godd, my entire body felt sore. I sat up carefully, pulling the sheet around my naked body. Every movement reminded me of last night. From Zane’s relentless thrusts, to Ziven’s filthy words, both of them stretching me open at the same time until I couldn’t think.I blushed hard just remembering it.I brushed my teeth, then washed up afterwards. I returned and slipped on a silk robe and padded barefoot toward the living room. I could hear quiet voices f
Última actualización: 2026-06-14
Chapter: Take it allZAYLA Ziven’s grip tightened in my hair as he fucked my mouth deeper, his thick cock sliding over my tongue.“Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, his voice rough. “Swallow every drop like the greedy cumslut you are.”Zane kept pounding into me from behind, his cock stretching my pussy relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing loudly.Ziven suddenly thrust deep, holding my head still as his cock pulsed. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth. It was salty, slightly bitter, with a musky taste that made my eyes water. I moaned around him, struggling to swallow as he kept pumping, filling my mouth until it overflowed slightly from the corners of my lips.I looked at him through my wet lashes, to see his face and expression. His brows were deeply creased, eyes so dark and molten.“Swallow it,” he commanded, his voice dark. “All of it.”I swallowed, gulping hard, the thick warmth sliding down my throat. The taste lingered, heavy and masculine. My face burned with humiliatio
Última actualización: 2026-06-02
Chapter: RuinedZAYLAZiven pulled back, making me instantly miss the loss of his hot breath on my pussy. His fingers followed, leaving me empty and throbbing uncontrollably. I hissed at the loss. His eyes traveled down to my swollen, aching pussy, admiring the mess he’d made of me. The intensity in his expression sent heat straight to my core, and I clenched. He chuckled sinfully, his gaze gleaming with satisfaction. Just then, Zane stood up, his eyes burning with raw hunger as he looked down at my spread, dripping pussy. He stroked his cock slowly and my breath caught. I’d seen Zarek's and Ziven's before, but Zane—Holy fuck. Could they be any more perfect?!Zane's is fucking huge! Thick, heavy, and rock-hard, the head flushed dark and already leaking with pre-cum. The shaft was long and veined, curving slightly upward, easily the thickest I’d ever seen. It looked almost too big.Ziven noticed my wide-eyed stare and chuckled darkly behind me.“Look at her face,” he said, now gripping my throat.
Última actualización: 2026-05-08
Chapter: Beg for ItZAYLA I whimpered, my walls clenching desperately around Zane’s fingers. The edge was so close I could taste it, but Zane kept his pace slow and cruel, curling just enough to keep me trembling without letting me fall.He kissed the corner of my mouth, his voice soft and coaxing. “That’s it, Angel. Just a little longer.”Ziven hissed. A low, guttural sound, and I realized he was done being patient. He moved, and in one swift motion, he pulled me back against his chest, away from Zane's fingers. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, my body protesting. "Enough teasing," he growled, his voice low and rough. "She's been a greedy little slut all night. First she teased me in the car, then she comes in here dripping like a desperate whore, begging us to make her forget." His words hit me like a slap, filthy, degrading, and so hot my knees almost buckled. Zane's smirk widened, enjoying every moment of it.Ziven spun me around to face him, one big hand gripping my jaw, forcing my eyes up to
Última actualización: 2026-05-07
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
Última actualización: 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
Última actualización: 2026-04-03
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