He put his finger on my lips and he said with a smirk" shh baby i am not gonna hurt you " i looked at him with tears in my eyes and I could feel his left hand going inside of my dress " please don't touch me " i said " baby you are mine i don't need your permission to touch what's mine" he said "Who are you" i asked "I am Mark keifer watson but you can call me yours" he said and touched my covered pussy, watson omg the underworld Mafia king I am done He is going to kill me I know about Watson they are monsters " please don't hurt me" i begged " i will never hurt whats belong to me" he said "may i know your name little mouse" he added i don't want tell a stranger my name but I need to distract him by talking "Jasper jean " i said "what a pretty name for a pretty lady" he said and I blushed and I don't why i blushed. _______________________________________&___ Guys I am back with a wonderful jayjer story .💗 This is my own story but the characters belong to "Lara flores". Mark keifer watson Jasper jean Mariano Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ ° 18+ chapter will be in this book so if you are uncomfortable please skip this book.

He stares at me. For ten seconds. Twenty. Then he moves. Not back. Forward. His hand comes up. Cups my jaw. Thumb on my cheek. Same as in the hospital. Except he's awake now. Stone sober. No blood. No morphine. "Last chance," he says. "Tell me to stop." I don't. His mouth finds mine. Not an accident. Not gravity. Not a rug. A choice. His lips are warm. Soft. Sure. Nothing like the clumsy press on the floor. This is real. This is him. And I kiss him back. Because I'm done losing. His mouth is on mine. Warm. Real. Intentional. His thumb brushes my cheek. His other hand finds my waist, pulling me in like he can't help it. Like he's been holding back for days and it finally snapped. I kiss him back. Because I'm stupid. Because I want. Because for three seconds, I let myself believe the _guard, not keep_ line was bullshit. Then he tear himself away. Not slow. Not gentle. Rips back like I burned him. Like I'm poisonous. "No." His voice is wrecked. Not like before. Worse. "No, fuck. Jay-" He stumbles back. Hits the counter again. Grips the edge until his knuckles go white. "What?" I'm breathing hard. My lips feel swollen. "Keifer, what --" "That was a mistake." _____________________________________&_____ Warning ⚠️ Mature scenes will be in this book. And it's a dark love, Not a beautiful love 💕. ______________________________ ---