Naughty Jessica Novels & Stories

From knowing her eyes followed me when his didn’t. From knowing she was more obsessed than jealous. From knowing she was fucking breaking. And the next day? She broke harder. ***** I was barefoot in the living room, braless in a baby tee that stuck to my tits from sweat, my thighs parted on the edge of the couch like I didn’t care who walked in. I heard the door click, heard Sabrina’s voice go flat in the hallway — not angry, just scared. The kind of scared you get when something you buried shows up wearing a leather jacket and smelling like cigarettes.

Jessica turned up the volume. --- Day Three Emma's hair was coming out in clumps. Her nails were jagged. The food was spiked with slow-acting hallucinogens. She kept seeing Jessica in the corner of the room, unmoving, always watching. Jessica sat outside the glass, watching her unravel. Keagan stood beside her, his face hollowed out by guilt. "I didn’t know." "You didn’t want to know," Jessica said coldly. "You let her wear my face and raise my babies."

Ever. Dante left to talk with some business partners and Antonio and Dante were doing the same. The other older Romano siblings were doing the same, which left Jessica and the triplets sitting at the table joking and laughing. Everyone knew who she was at that point, the Romanos introduced her as their missing mafia princess. But then suddenly Jessica turned and looked around. She felt her chest hurt all of a sudden, she got a bad feeling but she doesn't know why. That bad feeling was especially for Dante and she started searching for him. Her eyes zeroed on the red dot on his clothes chest.

Arielle suddenly stopped, she was like five feet away from her. “You betrayed me, Jess and I didn't like it,” she said with creased brows, as if she was really pained by the betrayal. “You know what? I was in a pretty bad mood when I came back, I went to finish off my uncle at the prison, you know how much doing that upsets me.” She continued with sad eyes and Jessica almost scoffed. Only an idiot would believe that, it was obviously clear that she found ecstasy in killing, Jessica wouldn't be surprised if she cum because of the joy that action gives her.

“You must be out of your absolute mind, Jessica. And you’re even more delusional if you think for a single second I would ever ask out a girl like you.” Jessica didn't even flinch at the harsh insult. Instead, she stood up right in front of me, closing the gap until the front of her top was practically brushing against my chest. She looked up through her lashes, fluttered her eyelids, and leaned into my space. “How about we play a little game of truth or dare, then?” “Excuse me?” “It’s a simple game with zero complicated rules,” she purred, her hands reaching down to the hem of her top. “I’m going to undress right here. If you don't flinch or look away, I’ll accept that you aren't attracted

More like moan. He just hums and continues kissing me. "Baby,stop." I say a bit louder. He doesn't listen. *flashback continue* "Please don't do it. Please. I don't want it." I beg as he pulls my underwear down. "I think you do. Being a bad girl on purpose. You want daddy's cock. Naughty girl." He says smirking sadistically. "No Tommy. Stop it. Stop! I don't want it! Stooooop!" I scream.

She sobbed, her face fiery red, her eyes blazing. Sapphire rubbed her sore bottom, whispering, "B-but why did you push me? I was only trying to help." Jessica spat, venom in her voice. "I don't need your help! I don't need anything from a lesbian who screws around with other girls!" I stepped forward, hands folded across my chest. "That's enough, Jessica Jones! Aren't you ashamed? Don't you feel disgusted by the disgusting words coming out of your mouth? What have you gained from spewing such trash?" I asked, still walking up to her.

I don’t recycle trash. Soon, they started their cheap attack. Same old dirty tricks, if I were to ask. Jessica’s eyes dragged over me from head to toe. “So, you still haven’t changed after all these years. Still got that awful taste,” she said with a fake smile. One of her friends leaned in. “I thought she’d look younger. Maybe with a bitchier face. You didn’t say she looks like some divorced aunt.” Jessica laughed. “That’s why she’s probably sleeping with some old rich wolf to even be allowed in here.”

~Justin~ To claim that I wasn't repulsed by Jessica's admission would be a falsehood. This woman had committed egregious acts, and her motivations were indefensible. How could she betray her own brother, the man who provided refuge when she had nowhere else to turn, who helped her through the loss of her mate, and stood by her when no one else cared? The betrayal of not only him but also scheming against her nephew, her brother's sole offspring, all driven by sheer greed, left me thoroughly disgusted.

He, instead, kept asking with an angry tone, “Let me ask you something. Have you ever been with other men, considering that you’re so desperate? “You’ve been going all out to threaten me to marry you so that I can have fun with you, right? Now that I’m having fun with you, are you satisfied? “I’m warning you. Don’t ever dress so provocatively in front of other men. Otherwise, I will never let you off.” “...” His cruel voice rang in Jessica’s ear for a long time. Jessica was sad at first, but she slowly turned numb. She had no idea how long they were at it that night, but she eventually got so tired that she lost consciousness.