JAY-JAY POV
"Jay, babe, wake up," Keifer's voice cut through my half‑dream, tugging me back to reality.
I groaned, dragging the blanket over my head. "Keifer, it's only eight in the morning…"
He yanked the covers back with that infuriating grin. "Yeah, and our flight's at nine."
My eyes shot open. "Nine? As in one hour from now?"
"Exactly." He leaned down, brushing a kiss against my temple like it would soften the blow. "So get up, Jay‑Jay. We don't have time for your beauty sleep."
I sat up, hair a mess, glaring at him. "You could've woken me earlier."
He smirked, already pulling the suitcase toward the door. "I like watching you panic. Now move."
I groaned and dragged myself out of bed, shuffling into the bathroom. The cold tiles woke me up faster than the alarm ever could.
Just as I picked up my toothbrush, Keifer slipped in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist like he owned the space.
"Keifer, I'm brushing my teeth," I mumbled, my mouth already half‑filled with foam.
He chuckled against my neck, refusing to let go. "Doesn't mean I can't hold you."
I tried to glare at him through the mirror, toothpaste dripping down the corner of my mouth.
He just laughed and wiped it away with his thumb, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I rolled my eyes, spitting into the sink. "You're going to make us late."
His grin widened. "Worth it."
"Did you already shower?" I asked, raising a brow.
He nodded, smirk still tugging at his lips. "But if you want me to join you, I can do it again."
I leaned in, whispering against his ear, "I already told you—keep your urge until we get to the island."
He rolled his eyes dramatically, stepping back with a sulk that almost made me laugh.
"Fine, but hurry up," Keifer muttered, dragging himself out of the bathroom like a kid denied candy.
I shook my head, chuckling to myself as I turned back to the sink
I went to shower after I came out I wore my most comfortable clothes because we have to travel thought plane and a boat
"How long is the plane?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, still half‑awake.
"Probably two hours," Keifer said casually. "And the boat is six hours… so nine hours in total."
I groaned, dropping my head against the table. "Nine hours…"
"Come on," he said, voice firm but playful. "You already packed your clothes, right?"
I nodded, then hesitated. "Let me check real quick."
I hurried to my suitcase, slipping something important inside before zipping it shut.
"All set?" Keifer asked, watching me with that sharp gaze.
I nodded again.
"Then let's go," he said, leaning down to press a kiss against my temple.
The gesture was soft, almost tender, but the way his hand immediately found mine reminded me—this wasn't just a trip.
It was his plan, his rules, his claim.
We went outside, the morning air crisp against my skin, and slipped into the car.
Keifer drove with that same calm confidence, like the whole world bent to his schedule.
By the time we reached the airport, Keifer was already in motion.
His hand found mine, firm and unyielding, pulling me along until we stood before the sleek jet waiting on the runway.
"Welcome to our plane," Keifer said, his voice carrying that dangerous calm.
I blinked at him. "I thought you bought it under your name."
He smirked, leaning closer. "Sweetheart, everything I buy is for you—even the island."
My chest tightened, words caught in my throat.
Before I could respond, the pilot stepped forward, crisp and professional. "Sir, we're ready to go."
Keifer gave a single nod, then turned back to me, his eyes locking onto mine. "Come on, Jay‑Jay. Time to fly."
The cabin swallowed us whole, leather seats gleaming, the hum of engines vibrating beneath my feet.
As I sank into my seat, Keifer slid in beside me, his hand never letting go of mine.
Somewhere mid‑flight, an air hostess appeared, her smile a little too sweet, her eyes lingering on Keifer like she wanted to eat him whole.
"Sir, would you like me to serve you some drink?" she asked, voice dripping with charm.
"Yes, a beer," Keifer answered smoothly, not missing a beat.
She nodded, but her gaze didn't leave him, hovering like she was waiting for more.
I shifted in my seat, irritation bubbling up.
When she handed him his beer, her fingers brushed against his hand—lingering, deliberate.
Excuse me?
She just touched his hand.
In front of me.
The audacity she has.
My jaw clenched, heat rising in my chest.
I turned my glare on Keifer, waiting for him to react, waiting for him to push her hand away, but he only smirked, taking the glass like nothing happened.
"Enjoy your drink, sir," she said sweetly, eyes still glued to him.
Keifer finally turned his head, catching my glare.
His smirk widened, dangerous and amused.
"Relax, Jay‑Jay," he murmured, squeezing my hand. "She's just doing her job."
I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, "Yeah, right. Doing her job with her eyes all over you."
He chuckled, leaning closer so only I could hear. "Let her look. You're the only one who gets to touch."
My cheeks burned red, betraying me.
"Sir, anything else?" the hostess asked, her voice too sweet.
"Yes," Keifer said, his tone cutting like steel. "Bring my wife some snacks. And after that, I don't want to see any of you around. Stay in your cabinet."
The hostess froze, then nodded quickly, disappearing down the aisle.
Keifer turned back to me, smirk tugging at his lips. "Still jealousy?"
"I'm not jealous," I snapped, crossing my arms.
"Sure," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss.
I turned my head away, refusing him.
"Jay," he said, voice low, dangerous, almost pleading.
I met his gaze, my irritation boiling over. "You think you can order people around like that and then expect me to melt for you? You're arrogant, Keifer. You don't own me."
His smirk faltered, replaced by something sharper. "Don't I?" he asked, his hand tightening on mine.
I yanked my hand free, glaring at him. "No. You don't. You can't just claim me whenever you feel like it and expect me to play along."
For a moment, silence hung heavy between us, the hum of the plane filling the gap. His jaw tightened, eyes dark, but then he leaned back, chuckling softly.
"You fight me every step of the way, Jay‑Jay," he said, voice low, amused. "And yet… you're still here. Sitting next to me. Flying to my island."
I clenched my fists, heat rushing through me. "Because you dragged me into this. Don't twist it into something else."
He leaned closer again, his breath brushing my ear. "Dragged you? No, sweetheart. I chose you. And deep down, you know you chose me too."
My heart pounded, anger and something else tangled together. .
I wanted to shove him away, scream at him, but the way his eyes locked onto mine made it impossible to look anywhere else.
The turbulence outside was nothing compared to the storm brewing between us.
"You look cute when you're jealous," he said, smirk tugging at his lips.
"I'm not," I protested, voice sharper this time.
He leaned closer, eyes gleaming. "You can deny it all you want, Jay‑Jay, but I see it. Every time someone looks at me, you burn."
That was it.
My patience snapped.
I shoved his hand off mine, glaring at him. "Stop it, Keifer! Not everything is about you. You think I'm jealous? No—I'm furious. Furious that you let her touch you like that and acted like it was nothing."
His smirk faltered, replaced by a dangerous calm. "So you are jealous."
"I'm not jealous—I'm pissed. There's a difference. You don't get to sit there and laugh while women throw themselves at you," I snapped, my voice rising.
Keifer chuckled, unbothered. "Sweetheart, that's called being jealous."
Before I could fire back, he grabbed me and pulled me into his lap, his strength leaving me no room to fight.
"Keifer, let me—" I started, but the words died the second his lips crashed against mine.
And like an idiot, I melted.
My fists that were meant to push him away curled against his chest instead.
My anger dissolved into heat, my protest swallowed by the way he kissed me like he owned every breath I had.
When he finally pulled back, his smirk was dangerous, triumphant. "See? You can't resist me."
"Gago," I muttered, but of course he heard it.
"Profanity," he said with that wicked grin, before crashing his lips against mine again.
This kiss was different—hungrier, rougher, like he was trying to devour every protest I had left.
When his tongue slid against mine, I gasped, my body betraying me, melting into him even as my mind screamed to resist.
His arms tightened around me, pulling me closer, refusing to let me go.
The world outside—the hum of the plane, the endless sky—disappeared.
There was only Keifer, his dominance, his fire, and the way he kissed me like he owned every breath I took.
I tried to push him back, but my hands only curled tighter against his chest.
My anger dissolved into heat, my denial swallowed whole.
"See?" he whispered against my lips, voice low, dangerous. "Even when you curse me, you still give in."
My cheeks burned, my heart racing, and I hated how true his words felt.
This time, I kissed him.
His eyes widened in shock, but he recovered instantly, kissing me back with the same hunger he always carried.
I sucked on his lower lip, forcing him to open his mouth—and he did.
But this time, it wasn't him claiming me. It was me.
I pressed harder, deepening the kiss, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer until he had nowhere to run.
His usual smirk faltered, replaced by surprise, and for once, Keifer wasn't in control.
I was.
He groaned against my mouth, his hands tightening around my waist, but I didn't let him lead.
I set the pace, I took the dominance, and he followed.
My fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders in one swift motion.
His eyes widened, shock flickering across his face before it melted into something darker—something raw.
When I finally pulled back, breathless, his eyes were dark, stunned, and burning with something new.
"Jay‑Jay…" he whispered, voice rough, almost reverent.
I smirked, brushing my thumb across his lips. "What's wrong, Keifer? Not used to me taking charge?"
His laugh was low, shaky, dangerous. "You're playing with fire."
"Good," I said, leaning in again. "Then let it burn."
"You really want to do this now?" Keifer asked, his voice low, daring.
Before I could respond, the pilot cleared his throat.
"Sir, we're here," he said, turning away quickly, as if he hadn't just walked in on a storm.
Heat rushed to my face.
I scrambled off Keifer's lap, embarrassed, my heart still racing from the kiss.
Keifer leaned back in his seat, jaw tight, irritation written all over him.
His eyes followed me, sharp and unyielding, like he hated being interrupted.
"Keifer, get up," I said, trying to sound firm.
He did, but he didn't bother putting his shirt back on. The sunlight hit his bare chest as he stepped out of the plane, and I swear half the world could see the arrogance written all over him.
Luckily, the boat was right there, waiting.
Before I could move, Keifer scooped me up in bridal style, his arms strong and unyielding.
"Keifer, I can walk," I protested, squirming against him.
"I know," he said smoothly, smirk tugging at his lips. "But I like it like this."
My cheeks burned, embarrassment flooding me as the crew glanced our way, quickly looking down to avoid his glare. He carried me like I weighed nothing, stepping onto the boat with the kind of confidence that made it clear—this wasn't just a ride. It was his territory.
I buried my face against his shoulder, half to hide, half to breathe. His heartbeat was steady, his grip unshakable.
And as the boat pulled away from the dock, the world behind us shrinking, I realized—there was no turning back.
He took me to the room and put me on the bed, his arms braced on either side of me, caging me in.
"So… where were we?" Keifer asked, his voice low, dangerous, eyes locked on mine.
I slid my hands around his neck, pulling him closer until our foreheads nearly touched. "I think somewhere between me kissing you… and you losing control."
His smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of surprise. For once, he wasn't the one dictating the pace.
"You think you can turn this on me?" he murmured, his breath hot against my lips.
I leaned in, brushing my mouth against his without giving him the satisfaction of a full kiss. "I don't think, Keifer. I know."
His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening, but I could feel the shift—the way his body tensed, the way his arrogance cracked just enough to show the storm underneath.
For the first time, it wasn't him pressing me into surrender. It was me, holding the reins, daring him to break.
"You really want me to lose control don't you" He asked
"Maybe" I said smirking
Author POV
His hands twitched, desperate to grip her, to pull her against him and show her exactly what happened when she pushed him too far.
But she was still in control—still playing him.
"What are you going to do about it?" she challenged, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the game.
She knew what she was doing to him.
She loved it.
Keifer's vision darkened at the edges.
His cock was throbbing now, straining against his shorts, begging for release.
He imagined spreading her legs right there on the boat in the bed , sinking into her dripping hole without warning, pounding her until she came so hard she forgot her own name.
The thought made his breath come faster.
"You're playing with fire," he warned, his voice a growl that vibrated through his chest.
Jay laughed—a soft, musical sound that made his dick jerk.
"And you're the one who's going to get burned," she purred, her fingers tracing the corded muscles of his neck, her touch light but electric, like a live wire against his skin.
He was done being teased.
His control snapped.
Keifer surged forward, his hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the delicate line of her throat.
Jay's breath hitched, but her smirk didn't fade—if anything, it turned darker, more satisfied.
"We'll see," he murmured, his lips hovering over hers, close enough to feel her breath but not close enough to kiss.
Not yet.
The promise of domination hung between them, thick and heavy, like the humid air before a storm.
Jay's tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip, and Keifer nearly groaned.
She was begging for it.
Begging for him to take what he wanted.
But she still had that damned smirk, that infuriating confidence, like she already knew how this was going to end.
His free hand found her hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, possessive and rough.
Jay gasped, her body arching into his touch, but her eyes never left his.
She was still challenging him.
Still daring him.
"You talk too much," he growled, and then his mouth crashed onto hers.
It wasn't gentle.
It wasn't sweet.
It was a claim—a brutal, hungry kiss that demanded submission.
Jay moaned into his mouth, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, tangling with hers.
She tasted like sin—like wine and heat and everything he'd ever wanted.
His cock was iron now, pressing urgently against her stomach, and he knew she could feel it.
Knew she wanted it.
Keifer spun her around, pressing her back against the bed of the boat, his body caging hers in.
She arched into him, her legs parting just enough to let him settle between them.
His hand slid up her thigh, bunching the fabric of her dress higher, higher, until his fingers brushed the lace of her panties.
She was soaked.
Fucking dripping for him.
"Such a dirty girl," he growled against her lips, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through the lace. "Already wet for me."
Jay whimpered, her hips jerking against his hand. "I've been wet since you looked at me," she confessed, her voice breathless.
That was all he needed.
With a growl, Keifer hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tore them off her, the flimsy fabric giving way with a satisfying rip.
Jay gasped, but before she could react, he was on his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide.
The first lick of his tongue against her slick folds made her cry out, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Fuck, you taste good," he groaned, his mouth sealing over her clit, sucking hard.
Jay's legs trembled, her hips bucking against his face as he devoured her, his tongue fucking her like he wished his cock was.
He could feel her getting closer, her body tightening, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
"Keifer—I'm gonna—"
He didn't let her finish.
He surged to his feet, capturing her mouth in another bruising kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips.
Then, without warning, he spun her around, bending her over the bed.
The bed pressed against her stomach as he yanked her dress up, baring her ass to him.
"You want me to lose control?" he demanded, his voice rough with need. He didn't wait for an answer.
His cock was out in an instant, the thick head pressing against her dripping entrance. "Then take it."
And with one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Jay screamed, her fingers clawing at the bed as he filled her completely, stretching her around his thickness.
Keifer groaned, his hands gripping her hips so hard he knew he'd leave marks.
He didn't care.
He pulled back and slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her with each punishing thrust.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice a guttural snarl as he fucked her relentlessly, the boat creaking beneath them. "Say it."
Jay's answer was a broken moan, her body trembling as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around him so tight he saw stars.
Keifer groaned, his own release barreling toward him, his cock swelling inside her.
"Say it, or I won't let you come again," he demanded, his voice a dark promise.
Jay turned her head, her dark eyes meeting his over her shoulder, her lips curled in that same damned smirk. "Make me."
Keifer's control shattered.
With a growl, he flipped her around, lifting her onto the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist as he drove into her again, deeper this time, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her scream. H
er nails raked down his back, her body writhing beneath him as he fucked her like an animal, like he'd die if he stopped.
And when she came again, her pussy milking his cock, her name a prayer on his lips, he followed her over the edge, his cum filling her in hot, thick spurts, marking her, claiming her.
The boat swayed beneath them, the only sound their ragged breathing
Keifer pressed his forehead to hers, his hands cradling her face, his thumb brushing her swollen lips.
Jay's smirk was gone.
For once, she looked thoroughly fucked—her hair wild, her lips bruised, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasms.
But her eyes… her eyes were triumphant.
"Told you," she whispered, her voice husky.
Keifer laughed, low and rough, before capturing her mouth in another kiss.
Yeah.
She had.
And he couldn't wait to do it all over again.
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💙🔥 Author's Note 🔥💙
Hellooo everyone 😭✨
I know I'm late, but here it is—a longer chapter with almost 3,400 words 💥📚.
From now on, I can only upload this story on Tuesdays ⏰, but I'll try to make it up by dropping
2+ chapters on that day so you'll still get your dose of chaos