Jenna Ortega X Reader Novels & Stories

Jenna's Pov “Jenna, see what I did. I won this round.” He showed me the game he was playing on my phone like a happy kid. “You did good.” I smiled, patting his head. He seemed to enjoy it because he rubbed his hair against my hand. This cannot be real. The Caesar Sokolov I know doesn't like head pats. He likes smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol and terrorizing students. Now, he, the dangerous guy on campus, was following me around like a lost puppy.

“Let me prove it. Right now. Let me taste you—just once. If you don’t come on my face, I’ll stop. I’ll wait.” “Liar.” “Test me.” He dropped to one knee in front of me—actually knelt—hands sliding up my thighs, pushing the shift higher. “Spread for me, Jessica. Let me worship what’s mine.” My heart slammed against my ribs. I could feel Jax somewhere in the walls, watching, waiting. I had to keep Thorne here—focused on me, on this game. I parted my thighs the smallest fraction. His growl was feral. “Good girl.”