JAY-JAY POV
It was the next day, sunlight spilling through the curtains, warm against my skin.
I woke up next to Keifer, his arm heavy across me, his breathing steady.
I shifted just a little, careful not to wake him, and turned to look at him.
God.
He was beautiful.
Hair messy, lips parted, lashes brushing his cheek like he was carved out of something too perfect for this world.
I leaned in, ready to kiss him softly, but instead—I bit his nose.
"Oww! What was that for?" Keifer yelped, jerking back, rubbing his face.
I narrowed my eyes, smirking.
"So you were awake this entire time," I accused, voice sharp but playful.
He grinned, that reckless smile spreading across his face. "Of course I was. You think I'd miss the chance to watch you stare at me like I'm some masterpiece?"
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks burned. "Don't flatter yourself."
He leaned closer, nose still red, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Biting me, staring at me, accusing me… babe, you're obsessed."
I shoved his shoulder, laughing despite myself. "Obsessed? Please. You're the one pretending to sleep just to mess with me."
He caught my wrist, tugging me closer, voice low and teasing. "Maybe. But now you're in my arms again. And that's exactly where I want you."
He pulled me close, warm and steady, and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
I froze, heart thudding, because even in something so simple, he managed to make it feel like fire.
"You touched me first," Keifer murmured, voice low, smug, dangerous.
"Don't remind me," I muttered, rolling my eyes, though my pulse betrayed me.
He smirked, lips brushing my skin as he leaned closer.
"You touched me… and now you received your prize yesterday night," he whispered, kissing my neck, trailing down to my shoulder.
I shivered, biting back a gasp.
God, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Every word, every kiss was a reminder that I'd lost the game.
"Let's go somewhere today," Keifer said, his voice casual, like he hadn't just ruined me last night.
"Where?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"Anywhere you want," he replied, smug grin tugging at his lips.
"Anywhere?" I pressed, testing him.
He nodded, confident, reckless.
"Fine," I said, smirking. "A club."
His smile faltered. "No."
I blinked, tilting my head. "No? You just said anywhere."
"Anywhere but that," he shot back, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you drag me into some neon chaos where every guy stares at you like you're candy."
I laughed, leaning closer, teasing. "Oh, so it's jealousy now?"
He groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. "Not jealousy. Sanity. You in that bikini was already torture. You in a club dress? Babe, I wouldn't survive."
I smirked wider, victorious. "Then maybe that's exactly why I picked it."
"Fine," Keifer sighed, shaking his head, "but make sure you don't wear anything too revealing."
"I can't promise that," I shot back, grinning.
He just shook his head, smiling like he was already defeated but secretly enjoying every second of it.
Then, casually, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Keifer leaned closer, eyes gleaming with mischief, voice low and teasing. "Hmm… maybe pancakes. Or waffles. Or…" his grin widened, dangerous, "…maybe you."
I gasped, swatting at him. "Keifer!"
"Fine, what do you want?" He asked
"Maybe cinnamon rolls," I said, stretching lazily.
He nodded, grabbed his boxers, and slipped them on.
"And wear a shirt," I added, arching a brow.
"Can't," Keifer shot back instantly, smirking like it was the most natural excuse in the world.
I shook my head, refusing to let him win, and grabbed his shirt off the chair.
Without hesitation, I slipped it on, the fabric hanging loose over me, drowning me in his scent.
His grin faltered, eyes narrowing. "Hey… that's mine."
I smirked, tugging the collar dramatically. "Not anymore. You said you can't wear it, so I will."
He groaned, running a hand through his messy hair, half‑annoyed, half‑amused. "Jay‑Jay, you're stealing my armor."
I tilted my head, teasing. "Armor? Please. This is just proof you belong to me."
He stepped closer, eyes gleaming, voice low and dangerous.
"Careful, babe. You wear my shirt, you wear my claim. And once you do that…" He brushed his fingers against the hem, smirking. "…you don't get to take it off without me."
My breath caught, my smirk faltering for just a second.
God, he was impossible.
And God, he knew exactly how to turn even a stolen shirt into a battlefield.
"Idiot," I muttered, pushing him back.
He staggered, then grinned, eyes flashing with mischief. "Oh, so that's how you want to play?"
Before I could react, his hand shot out, catching my wrist.
In one reckless move, he yanked me forward, and I toppled right into him.
We crashed onto the bed, laughter spilling out of me as he rolled, pinning me beneath him.
His hair fell into his eyes, his grin feral, triumphant.
"Got you," he whispered, voice low, dangerous, teasing.
I squirmed, shoving at his chest. "Keifer, get off!"
He leaned closer, nose brushing mine, refusing to budge. "Not a chance. You pushed me first. Now it's my turn."
His lips crashed against mine, and I couldn't stop myself—I kissed him back, heat sparking instantly.
His hands slid inside the shirt I'd stolen, fingers firm against my waist, squeezing like he was claiming me piece by piece.
I gasped into the kiss, my body betraying me, melting under his touch.
"Keifer…" I whispered, half‑warning, half‑plea.
He smirked against my lips, voice low, dangerous. "See? You can't fight me. Not when you're already mine."
I shoved at his shoulder, but he only pressed closer, pinning me down with that reckless grin. God, he was impossible.
And God, I was already losing all over again.
I pulled back from the kiss, breath uneven, lips tingling. "Keifer, I'm hungry," I said, half‑whining, half‑serious.
He blinked, then laughed, dropping his forehead against mine. "Hungry? Babe, I'm literally feeding your soul right now."
I shoved his shoulder, rolling my eyes. "Feeding my soul doesn't fill my stomach."
He smirked, reckless energy sparking in his eyes. "Fine."
He got up from the bed, and before I could react, he scooped me up in bridal style.
"I can walk," I protested, squirming in his arms.
"I know," he said, voice low and smug, "but let me spoil you."
I laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet morning, my head resting against his chest.
God, he was ridiculous.
And God, I couldn't stop smiling.
He carried me out of the bedroom like it was the most natural thing in the world, his grin never fading. "See? This way, you don't have to lift a finger. Just sit back, look pretty, and let me do everything."
I rolled my eyes, teasing. "You're going to drop me."
He tightened his grip, leaning down so his lips brushed my hair. "Never. You're mine to carry, mine to spoil, mine to feed."
My cheeks burned, my laughter faltering into something softer.
Because even in his chaos, even in his reckless teasing, he made me feel… safe.
He set me on the counter and started to cook, moving with that reckless confidence that somehow made even the kitchen his battlefield. I just sat there, admiring him—shirtless, grinning, flour dusting his arms like it belonged there.
Then he came to me, plate in hand. "Here," Keifer said, offering me the breakfast like it was a prize.
I took a bite, then fed him some, laughing when he leaned in for more. But before I could finish, his lips were suddenly on my neck, trailing down to my shoulder.
"Keifer, I'm eating," I protested, half‑laughing, half‑serious.
"I know," he murmured against my skin, voice low, dangerous, teasing. "You eat your breakfast… I'll eat you."
My fork clattered against the plate, my breath catching. "Idiot," I whispered, trying to shove him away, but my laugh betrayed me.
He smirked, tightening his grip on my waist. "Not an idiot. Hungry. And you're the only thing on the menu I want."
"Did you not have enough yesterday?" I asked, narrowing my eyes, half‑teasing, half‑serious.
"I will never have enough of you," Keifer said, his voice low, steady, dangerous in its sincerity.
My breath caught, the weight of his words sinking deeper than I expected.
He wasn't smirking now—he meant it.
I tried to laugh it off, tugging at his shirt. "Idiot. You're going to drown me with that kind of talk."
He leaned closer, lips brushing my lips, his hand tightening at my waist. "Then drown with me. Because I'm not letting go."
Before I could roll my eyes or deflect with a joke, he moved—fast, reckless.
His arms wrapped around me, lifting me off the counter like I weighed nothing.
"Keifer!" I squealed, clutching at his shoulders.
He smirked, eyes gleaming. "Told you. I'll never get enough."
And then, without warning, he tumbled us back onto the couch, pinning me beneath him, his grin feral, triumphant.
His lips crashed against mine, the kiss rough, claiming, leaving no room for argument.
I shoved at his chest, breathless. "You're insane."
He pressed his forehead against mine, voice low, teasing. "Insane for you. And I'll prove it every damn time."
My heart thudded, my smirk faltering as his weight, his warmth, his reckless certainty pressed me deeper into the sheets.
God, he was impossible.
And God, I was already losing all over again.
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*TIME SKIPS TO NIGHT*
JAY-JAY POV
I wore my dress for the club tonight, smoothing the fabric over my hips, checking the mirror one last time.
"Jay, how long will you take?" Keifer asked, barging into the room.
I spun, pointing at him. "Learn to knock, Mr. Watson."
He froze for a full minute, eyes locked on me, lips parted like he'd forgotten how to breathe.
Then he stepped closer, voice low, dangerous, sincere. "Who asked you to be this hot?"
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I blushed, biting my lip.
"Idiot," I muttered, trying to hide my smile.
He smirked, closing the distance, his hand brushing my waist. "You're going to kill me in that dress, Jay‑Jay. And I swear, if every guy in that club stares at you…" His jaw tightened, eyes burning. "…I'll burn the place down."
I laughed, shaking my head. "You're insane."
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "No. Just yours."
My blush deepened
He kissed me
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*TIME SKIPS TO NIGHT*
JAY-JAY POV
I wore my dress for the club tonight, smoothing the fabric over my hips, checking the mirror one last time.
"Jay, how long will you take?" Keifer asked, barging into the room.
I spun, pointing at him. "Learn to knock, Mr. Watson."
He froze for a full minute, eyes locked on me, lips parted like he'd forgotten how to breathe.
Then he stepped closer, voice low, dangerous, sincere. "Who asked you to be this hot?"
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I blushed, biting my lip.
"Idiot," I muttered, trying to hide my smile.
He smirked, closing the distance, his hand brushing my waist. "You're going to kill me in that dress, Jay‑Jay. And I swear, if every guy in that club stares at you…" His jaw tightened, eyes burning. "…I'll burn the place down."
I laughed, shaking my head. "You're insane."
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "No. Just yours."
My blush deepened.
He kissed me and moved to my neck, lips trailing heat.
I pushed him back, breathless. "Keifer, you'll ruin the make‑up," I scolded.
"Jay, let me mark you at least," he pleaded, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"No," I said firmly, grabbing my bag. "Let's go."
He made a pout, lips curving downward like a sulking child.
"You're cruel," he muttered, crossing his arms.
I laughed, shaking my head. "You'll survive."
He followed me to the door, still pouting, still dramatic. "You know, one day I'm going to ignore your rules and mark you anyway."
I glanced back, smirking. "And one day I'll make you sleep on the couch for it."
He smiled at me, slow and dangerous, like he was already plotting his revenge.
"Then I'll just drag the couch into our room," he said, voice low, teasing.
I rolled my eyes, tugging my bag over my shoulder. "Idiot. That defeats the purpose."
He stepped closer, grin widening. "Exactly. You can't get rid of me that easily, Jay‑Jay."
"Let's go, or we'll be late," I said, grabbing my clutch.
"Fine," Keifer muttered, snatching the car keys from the dresser.
I followed him out, heels clicking against the floor, the night air brushing cool against my skin as we stepped outside. He unlocked the car with a dramatic flourish, opening the passenger door for me.
"See? Spoiling you again," he teased.
Keifer came around, sat in the driver's seat, and started the engine, his grin flashing in the glow of the dashboard lights.
"Jay, don't drink too much," he said, already making rules like he owned the night.
I turned to him, smirking. "Oh, so now you're my babysitter?"
He shot me a look, jaw tightening. "No. I'm your protector. Big difference."
I laughed, shaking my head. "You're ridiculous. One drink won't kill me."
"It will kill me," Keifer shot back, his tone dramatic, his grin reckless.
I rolled my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
The car rolled to a stop, neon spilling across the windshield like liquid fire.
The bass from inside the club throbbed through the pavement, daring us to step in.
Keifer killed the engine, tossed the keys into his pocket, and glanced at me with that restless spark in his eyes.
"Ready to cause trouble?" he asked, voice low, almost daring.
I smirked, adjusting my dress. "I'm ready to dance. You're the one who always turns it into trouble."
He laughed, shaking his head as we joined the line.
The crowd pressed close, perfume and sweat mixing with the pulse of the music.
When the doors opened, the sound swallowed us whole—lights flashing, bodies moving, the air thick with chaos.
Keifer's hand slid to the small of my back, steady, protective, but his grin was pure mischief.
"Stay close," he said, leaning down so only I could hear. "I don't share."
I rolled my eyes, but my pulse betrayed me.
I slipped away from Keifer's hovering presence and made my way to the bar.
The counter gleamed under neon lights, bottles stacked like jewels behind the bartender.
I ordered a drink, the glass cool against my fingers as I took the first sip.
The music pulsed through the floor, bass rattling my chest.
Around me, strangers laughed, shouted, moved in rhythm.
For a moment, it felt like I could breathe without Keifer's constant teasing.
Then someone slid onto the stool beside me, casual confidence in his smile. "Hey, miss. I'm Sam," he said, extending his hand.
I hesitated, then shook it lightly. "I'm Jay," I replied.
His grin widened. "Nice to meet you, Jay. Do you want to dance"
I was about to say no when he added, almost too casually, "Actually, my girlfriend is here… and I want to make her jealous."
I blinked, caught off guard. "Excuse me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
Sam shrugged, leaning back against the bar like it was no big deal.
"She's been ignoring me all night. Thought maybe if she saw me with someone else…" His smile tilted, sly. "…she'd remember what she's missing."
I smirked, leaning back against the bar. "I could use your help too. I want to make my husband jealous."
Sam blinked, caught off guard, then chuckled. "Oh? Sounds like we've got the same plan."
I leaned in, smirking. "Just don't touch me too much, or you'll die by my hands—or my husband's."
He raised his hands quickly, grinning like he'd been caught. "I'm a good boy, trust me."
He raised his hands quickly, grinning like he'd been caught. "I'm a good boy, trust me."
"Ready" he asked giving his hand
I nodded, slipping mine into his, and he led me onto the dance floor.
The music swallowed us whole, lights flashing, bodies moving in chaotic rhythm.
We started to dance, his movements easy, casual.
But just as his hand hovered near my waist, a force yanked me back.
Keifer.
His grip was firm, his eyes burning as he pulled me against him.
"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, voice low, dangerous, cutting through the music like a blade.
"Oh, me? Just dancing," I said innocently, tilting my head, letting the lights flicker across my smile.
Keifer's grip tightened, pulling me flush against him, his eyes burning into mine.
"Not with him," he growled, every word deliberate, every beat of the music drowned beneath his possessiveness.
He didn't wait for me to argue. One moment I was on the dance floor, the next he had dragged me out into the night, the bass fading behind us. His grip was firm, his silence louder than the music.
The car door clicked open, and before I could protest, he guided me inside, pushing me into the back seat.
"Keifer—" I started, but the look in his eyes silenced me.
He leaned in, his voice low, rough. "You think I'll let anyone else touch you? Even for a second?"
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KEIFER POV
She was doing this on purpose.
She knows exactly when I'll lose control.
And that's why she danced with him — to push me, to test me, to see how far I'll go.
God, it's working.
Now she's here, in the car, trapped in the back seat, her eyes flashing defiance even as her pulse betrays her.
It makes want to fuck her here in the car
.My hands grip the seat beside her, caging her in. "You think you can play with me like that?" I growl, my voice low, dangerous.
Her lips curve into that infuriating smirk. "Maybe I already did."
My jaw tightens, heat surging through me.
She doesn't understand — or maybe she does — that every move she makes pulls me deeper, makes me want to prove she's mine in ways she can't ignore.
I lean closer, my breath hot against her ear. "You want me out of control? Fine. But don't blame me when I don't stop."
Her eyes widen, her smirk falters, and for a heartbeat, the car feels too small to contain the chaos between us.
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AUTHOR POV
The backseat of the blacked-out sedan was too small for the storm brewing between them.
The leather creaked under Jay's shifting weight, her thighs pressing together as she glared at Keifer, her dark eyes flashing with defiance.
She had pushed him too far this time—teasing, taunting, testing the limits of his control with that damn smirk of hers.
And now, trapped between the door and his body, she could feel the consequences coiling in the air like a live wire.
Keifer's hand shot out, gripping the headrest of the seat in front of her, his knuckles turning white.
The car was parked in the shadow of an abandoned warehouse, the only light coming from the dim glow of the dashboard, casting sharp angles across his jaw.
He leaned in, his broad shoulders blocking her escape, his breath hot against her ear.
"You think you can play with me like that?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl, the kind that sent a shiver down her spine despite the heat pooling between her legs.
Jay tilted her chin up, refusing to back down.
"Maybe I already did," she purred, her lips curling into that infuriating smirk—the one that made his cock twitch with the need to punish her for it.
That was it.
The final straw.
Keifer's jaw tightened, his muscles coiling with restrained violence.
The scent of her—vanilla and something darker, something hungry—filled the confined space, making his head spin.
His cock throbbed against his jeans, aching to be buried inside her, to remind her exactly who was in charge here.
He didn't just want her.
He needed to own her.
"You want me out of control?" he murmured, his lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear, his voice a velvet threat. "Fine. But don't blame me when I don't stop."
For the first time, Jay's smirk faltered.
Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling faster, her pulse fluttering wildly at the base of her throat.
The car suddenly felt too small, the air too thick, charged with the electricity of what was coming.
Keifer didn't give her time to respond.
His hand slid up her thigh, his fingers rough as they bunched the fabric of her skirt, dragging it upward.
She didn't resist.
She never did, no matter how much she pretended otherwise.
Her breath came in sharp gasps as his fingers found the edge of her lace panties, already damp with arousal.
"Fuck," he groaned, his thumb pressing against the soaked fabric, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit.
"You're dripping," he growled, his voice rough with need. "All for me."
Jay's back arched, her nails digging into the leather seat beneath her as her hips twitched, seeking more pressure.
"Keifer—" His name spilled from her lips like a prayer, her voice trembling.
"Say it," he demanded, his fingers slipping beneath the lace, two of them plunging inside her without warning.
She gasped, her walls clenching around him, so tight and hot he nearly came in his jeans like a fucking teenager. "Say you're mine."
Jay's breath came in ragged bursts, her body trembling as his fingers curled inside her, stroking that spot that made her see stars.
"Prove it," she whispered, her defiance crumbling under his touch, her voice barely more than a breathless challenge.
Keifer didn't need to be told twice.
With a growl, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and ripped, the flimsy lace giving way with a sharp tear.
Jay's legs fell open, her dress hiked up around her waist, her pussy glistening under the dim light.
Keifer's cock ached, straining against his zipper, demanding to be inside her.
He didn't bother with finesse.
His belt came undone with a sharp clink, his jeans shoved down just enough to free his thick, throbbing length.
The tip was already slick with pre-cum, desperate for her heat.
Jay's eyes widened as she took in the size of him, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
"Here?" she breathed, her voice shaking with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
Keifer lined himself up at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds.
"Right here," he growled, his voice a dark promise.
And then he thrust in—hard, deep, relentless—filling her in one brutal stroke.
Jay cried out, her nails raking down his back as her body stretched to take him, her walls fluttering around his cock like a vice.
The car rocked with the force of his thrusts, the suspension groaning in protest as Keifer pounded into her, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision.
Every slap of skin against skin echoed in the confined space, the wet, obscene sounds of her pussy taking him mixing with her breathless moans.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his cock swelling inside her with every thrust. "So tight. So mine."
Jay's head fell back against the seat, her perky breasts heaving with each rough fuck, her nipples hard little points beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
"Keifer—fuck—" she panted, her words dissolving into a broken moan as his cock hit that spot deep inside her, the one that made her toes curl.
She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tighter with every punishing thrust, her body trembling on the edge.
Keifer leaned down, his lips crashing against hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth the same way his cock owned her pussy. "Cum for me," he demanded, his voice rough, his balls drawing up tight as his own release loomed. "Now, Jay. Now."
That was all it took.
With a broken cry, Jay's body convulsed, her back arching off the seat as her orgasm ripped through her.
Her pussy clenched around his cock in desperate, milking pulses, her juices gushing around him as she came harder than she ever had before. The sight of her—lost in pleasure, her lips parted, her skin flushed—sent Keifer over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his cock pulsing deep inside her as ropes of hot cum flooded her tight little hole. "Jay—" Her name tore from his throat like a prayer, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the car were their ragged breaths, the scent of sex thick in the air. Keifer stayed buried inside her, his cock still twitching as the last of his cum dripped out of her well-used pussy. Slowly, he pulled out, his shaft glistening with their combined arousal, and tucked himself back into his jeans. Jay's legs trembled as she tried to compose herself, her skirt still hitched up around her waist, her thighs slick with his release.
Keifer reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice softer now, but no less certain. The possessive weight of his words sent another shiver through her, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Jay's smirk was gone, replaced by something raw and real. "Always was," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Keifer leaned in, capturing her lips in a rough, claiming kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as if he could brand her from the inside out. When he pulled back, the air between them had shifted—settled.
The chaos had quieted.
The claim was undeniable.
She was his.
And he was hers.