Novels by Author J

He stayed.Of course, I knew he would, but I expected to do some more convincing.The moment he stopped pacing and went quiet, I knew I had won. He might pretend he had a choice, but deep down he understood that walking out of here would mean walking straight into a death trap, and staying with me meant survival.But I still held back, giving him time to think. The way he fought with himself is just fascinating. He looked like an animal testing the doors of a cage, hating me for locking him in and secretly relieved that someone finally closed the door. It was…Dare I say adorable?When he finally muttered “Fine I would stay” I felt my blood sing in victory and my shoulders loosened slightly.“On one condition” he added, standing straighter and glaring at me as if he was daring me to oppose him, which I wouldn't. I practically forced him into making the decision even though it was for his own good.I raised a brow “One?”“Several actually” he corrected. He crossed his arms over his ches

Avery’s POV: When I woke up, I found myself in a bed. The room was quiet, too polished and clean. I’d been pacing for hours, the smooth marble floor scuffed from my boots. Every time I tried the door, it was locked from the outside. Every time I leaned out the window, I saw the long stretch of Rafa’s estate grounds patrolled by his men and they were all armed, which frustrated me. I banged on the door for so long but nobody came in or answered me but I knew they were they cause I could hear their footsteps. My hand hurt from hitting the door too much. I could have picked the lock but I don’t know how many of them were out there and I’m very sure they had weapons and I wasn’t foolish enough to head out there without a plan or a weapon. When the door finally creaked open, I spun on my heel, ready to hurl every curse I knew in his direction but I was distracted when he strolled inside like he owned the place and technically he did but I didn’t care. A black shirt clung to his

Rafa’s POV The room was silent except for the low hum of my men’s voices as we discussed the next shipment. My attention was half on the numbers, half on the irritation gnawing at me lately. Everything had felt off balance. I had been distracted restless. And I knew exactly why. The door burst open with a slam that made every man at the table go rigid. And there he stood. My poison. My little obsession. The subject of my dreams, my stalker, my frustration, and the one person I couldn’t seem to shake no matter how I tried. His chest rose and fell sharply, his eyes wild. He looked furious, unhinged and yet delicious in his fury. He stormed across the room, ignoring the guns immediately drawn on him, and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. His fingers fisted the expensive fabric, yanking me forward until we were nearly nose to nose. “What the fuck have you done to me?” he shouted, voice raw with anger. My men reacted instantly, guns aimed at his head, chairs screeching back as t

Avery’s POV:I woke up late, sunlight already leaking through the cheap blinds in my tiny apartment. My body ached pleasantly in places I tried not to think too hard about, and for a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Rafa. Even his name made my chest tighten in ways I didn’t want to admit.But life doesn’t stop just because you had the best sex of your life with the man you’re supposed to be stalking. I had class. And, unlike him, I wasn’t rolling in endless piles of cash.Dragging myself up, I showered quickly, threw on jeans and a black hoodie, and stuffed my books into a bag. I walked to campus, blending into the crowd like always. No one here knew the kind of work I did after dark. To them, I was just another quiet student with earbuds in, sipping cheap coffee, scribbling notes.Class was boring as hell. My professor droned on about economic theories, and I tuned half of it out. I kept thinking about Rafa his smirk, his voice, his weight pressing me into the mattre

Avery’s POVWhen I woke, the room was still dark. The curtains were heavy, the air cool, the only sound the steady rhythm of Rafa’s breathing against the back of my neck. His arm was slung around me, heavy and possessive, pinning me in place like I belonged there.And his cock was still inside me.Semi-hard. Thick. Warm.I shifted without thinking, just trying to ease the ache in my thighs, but the slight movement made him press right against my prostate. A sharp moan escaped before I could bite it back. My hips twitched, pushing back softly, testing.Behind me, Rafa groaned, low and gravelly, and his grip tightened on my waist. He moved just once, slow, deep and the sound that slipped from my lips betrayed me completely.That was all it took.He began thrusting, not rough, not fast just slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that made my toes curl. The kind of pace that wasn’t about chasing release, but about drawing out every spark of pleasure, savoring the intimacy of it.I matched him

Rafa’s POVFuck, he was beautiful. My pretty little lamb. Thought I wouldn’t notice him, thought he could slip into a place like this without catching my eye. But I see everything. I always do. And the moment I saw him under those neon lights, moving like sin wrapped in skin, I knew fate was handing me a gift.I didn’t expect him to be here tonight. That was the surprise. A good one. I’d come for business, nothing more. Another round of whiskey and velvet handshakes with men who thought they mattered. And then there he was—hips swaying, piercings flashing, shorts so damn short I could see the edge of lace beneath.I should’ve been annoyed. My little lamb wasn’t supposed to be here. But instead, I was hard the second our eyes met. That waist. That lean little body. Those damn piercings catching the light like they already belonged to me. God, I couldn’t wait to unwrap him… slow, like a piece of candy I’d been craving for too long.And then perfect timing the drunk bastard laid hands on