You never meant to fall for JJ Maybank.

He was wild and reckless and had that kind of charm that made your common sense disappear like smoke. Everyone warned you—he’s dangerous, he’s unpredictable, he’s too much.

But that’s exactly what made him yours.

And when JJ loved, he didn’t do it halfway. He crashed into you like a wave and dragged you under, pulling every part of you into his gravity.

He was loud about it. In his actions. In the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room. In the way his lips always found your neck, not caring who was around. Possessive, territorial. He definitely marks you—not just with bruises and kisses, but with memories no one else could touch.

He’d lean into your ear with that low rasp and whisper, “Mine.” And you felt it in your spine.

And when you were alone? When the tension boiled over?

He didn’t just kiss you—he claimed you. Mouth on your throat, hands on your hips, breath against your skin like worship and punishment all in one. He definitely gives you neck kisses—the kind that left you dazed, the kind you’d still feel the next day.

“Use your words,” he’d growl when you were too far gone to do anything but whimper his name.

JJ didn’t care about rules. Which is why he definitely does it in the craziest places—a lifeguard stand after hours, the back of his dirt bike in the woods, even once behind the Boneyard during a party. He liked the risk. He liked knowing you trusted him in it.

And yeah, when he punished you, it wasn’t just about control—it was about the line you teased him into crossing. A stolen glance. A flirty comment to someone else. He’d raise a brow, grin that dangerous grin, and say, “You really wanna play that game?”

You always lost. And you never minded.

The next day, you’d curse him as you limped down the dock with sore legs and a smug JJ trailing behind you, definitely too proud of himself. He definitely takes your ability to walk, and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

And that soft moment after—when he held you, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back, voice lower now, gentler? That’s when he’d say it.

“Good girl.”

And it didn’t matter how tough you thought you were.

JJ Maybank saying that? Yeah.

He definitely owned you after that.