Novel & Cerita Jess Mariano X Reader

guess she was wrong. My eyes scanned the first paragraph then the next and my heart did a weird little flip.. “No way.” I whispered as reality sank in. My mouth went dry as I realized that Jess… the female was me. Petite, curly dark hair, green eyes.. the whole damn thing. And her love interest? That was just Uncle Alex with a fancy book name! “What the actual fuck?!” I hissed the words out loud with my hand flying to my mouth. I kept reading and oh my god, it got… specific and graphic!

'Warning- Hi, so I'm the author and I've come with a warning dear readers. This is in Jaxon's view, and you all know him to be a Mafia, which means this chapter will have discussions on illegal things. Things like rape, to trafficking and other things like that. I'm putting this warning for those who are sensitive to those stuff. So, beware…' Jaxon had to resist looking back to stare at her before finally turning the corners. How could one woman be so intriguing?

She did not bother to look up as she knew that her husband was looking over her shoulder at the manuscript that she was doing. “I don’t know that you’re the anonymous writer under Miss J,” Tom said as he was kissing her neck. Jessie smirked before she was breathing hard when her nipples hardened with the kissing and wet tongue of her husband on her neck. She angled her neck to make sure that Tom can feel all that he wanted and Jessie wanted him to suck on her mark as well. The Vampyre’s Bride mark, Emily told her. “I am lonely. Come back to bed,” Tom said as Jessie turned to look at her husband. She smirked before she was arching her eyebrow at him.

He watched her steadily. "How about sex in a public place?" "Done it." "Sheesh." Jessi rested her head again. "Don't think I didn't notice that you changed the subject, Angel," he chuckled. "I want to know what turns you on. You read all those steamy novels on your tablet. Which scenes make you nice and wet?" Judd felt the breath she blew out. "I don't know." She used her finger to draw an aimless pattern on his chest. "I guess the ménage scenes are kind of hot."

She squeals and I can feel Leah vibrating in jealous rage. I chuckle dryly, “my brother isn’t interested in you, Iris, but I can introduce you to the stranger. You can have as much fun as you want with him.” I grip her’s and Leah’s wrist, pulling them with me to where Mariano and his friend are seated. “I don’t know how, Mariana, but I’m not pleased by the kind of company you keep and how the fuck did you get your hands on so much stock?” That’s the first thing Mariano says when I’m standing in front of him with his long time crush.

The sharp crack echoed too loud in the quiet room. One of the regulars flinched, splashing coffee onto his knuckles. Another swore under his breath. “Marlowe,” Jess said. His voice was rough, like it hadn’t been used properly in a while. I barely had time to inhale before he was around the counter, crossing the floor in long, urgent strides. His arms came around me hard. He crushed me against his chest like he needed physical proof I was real, solid, and breathing—not another rumor or half-answer from a tight-lipped detective.

In another hour, they’ll be completely gone, like they weren’t even there. Jessie walks away to dispose of the bloody gauze and towels, and I pull my t-shirt back on, rising to my feet from the bench. Jax is just standing there, staring at me, his expression unreadable. Our eyes meet and he gently sweeps his fingertips across the back of my hand. “Quinn…” he murmurs, his voice low. “Jaxon.” My own voice is soft, breathy. And there it is again. That moment between us, that tension. That feeling that this could be so much more than we’re allowing it to be.

" I whispered out my breath, coming out shaky. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it echo inside my ears. "Just so you know..." The corner of his lips curled in a faint smirk, his body leaning forward as he used the tip of his dick to tease my core, circling it in a way that made my breath hitch. "Don’t know how to take it slow, Bunny... but I’ll try. For you." He muttered softly, and God, the way he said it made my chest ache. Of course he was a beast—I’d felt it the first time. I couldn’t even walk properly after that night, and though I thought it was Jason back then... now I knew. I knew it was Jett, and I didn’t care anymore.

She kneels between my thighs again and runs her fingers gently along them towards my more than ready cock. It seems like Antonio enjoyed the gift Marissa planned for him. Let’s see if Marissa will like her gift just as much. Please leave a comment and vote if you like my story about Marissa and Antonio.

Then I felt his canines brush my sensitive skin. Instead of pulling away—freezing—I dragged him closer. His thrusts turned frantic, hands gripping me harder as he drove into me, slick sounds filling the room, the sheets ruined beneath us. If there was anyone I would ever let mark me— It would be Jaxon Blackwood. No one else. His body went rigid. His canines brushed me again, a low growl tearing from his chest before he suddenly turned me with a sharp tug, pressing me down onto my stomach.