Lady Jessica Dune 1984 Novels & Stories

“I just want to know what you want.” Jessica leaned forward, elbows on the table, her long crimson nails gleaming against the dim gold lighting. “Good. Because I’m not interested in friendship either, trust me, I'm way past that.” She took another slow sip of her cocktail, not taking her eyes off Jamie. “What I'm interested in is burning Raine Weston to the ground.” Jamie’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly do you want from me?” Jessica tilted her head. “I saw what you did at the auction. The little phone stunt? Clever.”

That was the way it went between the lady of the manor and an upstart chancer. It felt like an age or two before Lexi's lashes fluttered, and she opened up her eyes to look straight at him. The brown of her eyes that he knew so well was shot through with gold. There was a flush on her cheeks that made his cock feel heavy. The look on her face made his fingers itch to tear off her clothes and see where else that flush touched.

“Tegan told me that the Old Luna had asked her to arrange the Gala instead of me. Good luck replacing me now, bitch.” Her friends laughed with her, though with less fervor. “She’ll just find a room full of trash.” “Which is what she deserves.” Jessica emerged from the changing booth dressed in a skin-tight dress that showed off her curves. She was stunning but her cruel expression ruined her beautiful face with an ugly twist of her lips. “Because the trash belongs with the other trash!” one of the girls tittered. “She really is trash though.” Jessica’s eyes gleamed as climbed onto a pedestal and turned to admire her figure in the tri-fold mirror. “Have I told you about her mother, yet?”

5. JESSICA'S POV "All fours,deep,” I breathed. “And hard. I want to feel you for days.” I said that slow and bit lower my lip,I turned around and knelt on my knees,arched my back lower,my ass and dripping pussy exposed for him to devour.

Jessica asked with disgust as she looked around the unkempt living room which was littered with bottles of alcohol, papers and clothes which was on the floor "Ahh" Lucia said as she grabbed a bottle of whiskey on the table which she gulped instantly "Amaya!! Jess is back!!" She shouted. Not long, a fair skinned girl in her early twenties walked out of the passage. She was dressed in a ripped bum short and black bra. Her purple coloured straight hair was scattering all over her face as she walked into the living room "Jess," She called with a croaky voice "Maya" Jessica called as she walked over to meet her and they both hugged

All of a sudden, Jessica sat down on the ground and muttered to herself, "They took Reed away and killed her. They are bad people. They are bad people..." Standing there, neither Kelvin nor I knew what to say. At this time, Bryan, who had been standing on the side, said, "No, my mother is Reed Defiant! She is Reed!" Jessica looked up at Bryan and shook her head, "No, she isn't. Reed. Reed is already dead." At this time, the servant brought over the doll. Upon seeing the doll, Jessica muttered to herself, "Reed is already dead. She is dead..." As she spoke, she walked back to her room.

Her phone vibrated. A message from Daisy. How is Emma? Jessica stared at the screen. Then typed a reply. She's alive. She almost added something else. Something honest. Something frightening. Instead she deleted it. Because the truth was becoming harder to admit. Not to Daisy. To herself. Outside, the rain finally began falling. Softly at first. Then harder. The sound echoed against the gallery windows. Jessica remained where she was. Watching the storm. Thinking about Emma. Thinking about Henri. Thinking about Philippe.

There goes my tip. "Sir, I noticed you’re drinking the 1984 Chateau. Let me send another round on the house for your troubles," Jessica offers breathlessly, her cleavage on full display as she leans in, her eyes batting just like they did back in high school. The man grunts in agreement as her fingers dig into my arm like talons. She whispers through clenched teeth, "Kitchen. Now." I bow my head obediently as I follow her into the chaos of the kitchen.

Donald answer with an unbalance voice. "Its obvious" Jessica said "How did she know you, do you go to their house?" Jessica asked "I don't know either. I know she knows about me but I don't know that she knows my face" Donald answer with surprise "This woman obviously look scary" Jessica said "I need to go now" Donald said when they get to where they will both part "Okay, good bye. We see tomorrow" Jessica bid farewell as she follows her route Mrs Susan took both Clara and Sandra in the car and drove pass Donald with a terrible speed. Donald could be seen trembling as he heart is filled with fears

"I'm Lucy, the palace seamstress." "It's a pleasure, Lucy," Jessica shook her hand. "I'm Jessica." "I know who you are," the woman smirked, pulling Jessica closer to her. She dragged the towel from around Jessica, causing the omega's mouth to drop to the floor. Jessica's hands positioned themselves to hide her breasts. "You're the girl the King saved from the forest demon." "What?" Jessica gasped. Lucy circled Jessica, examining her closely.