Triggers: Yearning, violence, obsession, tested intelligence His hands. The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch. She'd would even go so far to admit that she worshipped his hands. Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when he touched her with them. And no, the marks on her necks were never from his hands but only from his lips, his teeth. The hungry way he took her, completely sober and focused on wanting for her to feel pleasure couldn't compare to any drink or drug she could try to drown herself in. It was there when he'd brush the hair out of her face, or gently rest his hands on any part of her. Worshipping, adoring, owning her. It was intoxicating yet, in a twisted way, so sobering. She was no fool. She knew this was all a sickness. More than a rented whore, and less than a wedded wife. A being he possessed with passion but on whim could deny it all and leave stranded. It was a vicious predicament. And yet, she accepted that she let it happen.

"I thought..." she swallowed, "I thought I was just another girl to you." My heart fucking shattered. I pressed my lip against the corner of her mouth, not kissing her fully, just worshipping her. "Kamari, I could spend a thousand lifetime with you and it still wouldn't be enough," I whispered. "I'll never be strong to walk away from you, you're the only thing I'll remember even if I forget everything else." "I don't deserve that." She whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Let me decide that." "I'm not the same anymore Sawyer." Her voice broke. "And I'll spend everyday of the rest my life trying to put you back together, stop trying to push me away or find flaws in yourself."

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 cocks 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 cocks." 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.

He watched her long before she ever saw him. Ella never meant to get caught between obsession and control. She thought she could escape the darkness. Until the night she was taken. One stalker stole her. One man burned the world to get her back. And the boy she left behind? He never stopped watching. Torn between the boy who owns her body and the one who still haunts her mind, Ella is forced to confront what love looks like when it's laced with control, fire, and ruin. Because being wanted isn't the same as being free. And survival doesn't mean escape-it means surrender. A dark, possessive romance with obsession, mind games, and a girl learning what it means to be truly broken... and beautifully dangerous.

He kills to cleanse the filth-the ones the world already gave up on. But then he sees her-innocent, untouched, untainted. The world hasn't ruined her yet, and he won't let it. The only way to protect her... is to take her. She was supposed to die. But she didn't. Because something in her soft eyes and steady voice reaches the part of him that still remembers what it meant to feel. And she-terrified, yet unyielding-sees through his darkness. She promises to show him another way to live. While they dance a delicate line between ruin and redemption, the FBI hunts him, closing in with every chapter. When they finally catch up, nothing prepares them-or her-for the tragic, haunting end. This isn't a love story. It's a psychological desire. And it always ends in blood.

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.

She looked like an angel, but temptation had sharper edges. Her skin softer than the silk she wore, her body a siren's invitation-she was heaven wrapped in sin. He wasn't supposed to want her again. But rules never mattered when she was in his bed. She was elegance and recklessness. Beauty and bite. And no matter how far they ran from the past, it never stopped chasing them-especially when the chemistry still burns and the damage runs deeper than they're willing to admit. In a world of power, pride, and passion, love was never part of the deal. But obsession? That never really ended.

"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐫𝐞𝐤 *New cover* 𝒪𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 | I stayed there, watching her breathe, and let the vow take shape between us - old words, older than galaxies, older than death: "Your pulse belongs to me. Your breath belongs to me. The heat in your body is the heat I keep. When you wake, you will wake in my shadow. When you sleep, you will sleep in my arms. You will not walk beyond my reach. You will not be lost to me again. If you are taken, I will tear the sky apart. If you run, I will hunt you across the bones of the universe. You are mine. In this life. In the next. In all lives after." I touched her face again, slowly, possessively, the way a predator touches what it has claimed - not gently, but with the certainty it will never be taken away. "I am the cage," I murmured against her skin. "And you are the part of me that lives inside it."