Jonathan Byers X Reader Novels & Stories

My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it. He painted everything black, but mine was colorful…Should I be flattered? My eyes were still darting around his space when they fell on a ‘Black book’ on his bedside table. I hadn’t noticed the book before. Its leather cover was worn, almost ancient-looking, and across the front were silver words that read: “The Lords’ Undefiable Rules.” Jeremy read too? The idea of Jeremy reading came weird to me. Someone like him wouldn’t care so much about reading through the pages of a book or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well.

Chapter 1 Jax’s POV. Late afternoon light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my bedroom, turning the whole place into a fucking furnace even with the AC humming. I was sprawled shirtless on my king bed in nothing but loose gray shorts, the new script for Raw Exposure open on my lap, and my cock was already rock-hard and leaking like a desperate slut just from reading the first few pages.

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

he murmured, his voice a dark growl against my skin, "Watch you tremble and break beneath me. Cry for mercy." His eyes were too dark, too hungry. "You're so small, so fragile... and leaving you breathless, wrecked, dripping, trembling in my bed—fuck, that's the best thing I've had in a long time. And the only thing I might regret. Because it's so wrong." I dragged in a shaky breath. Jaxon was a predator—full-blown, unashamed—and under his stare, I felt like prey. And God help me... I wanted to be devoured.