Anthony Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

I asked but of course she didn’t answer. I unfolded the paper and read its content. When I met her gaze she tilted her head to the side. I nodded. “Of course, I’ll ask one of the boys to check it out and then you could go if it’s something you want.” And I just have the right candidate she could go with. Do check out my other book BRIDE TO BE- A MAFIA DARK ROMANCE @Gupta

She looked Antonio up and down, licking her lips. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting,” Bryanna said, offering her hand to Antonio. “No, we haven’t met,” Antonio said, turning to me. Bryanna huffed. “Bryanna, this is Antonio DeMarco,” I told her. “Very pleased to meet you, Antonio,” Bryanna said, as she leaned forward to show off her tits and twisted her hair seductively. “What brings you here, Antonio?” Bryanna said, biting her lip.

I whispered, daring to trace the tips of my fingers over the hard pads of his chest and marveling at the heat that sliced through my sex in return. Elena didn't understand just how powerful he was. How twisted. Who else would let him use her the way I did when he fucked me? I could feel Anthony’s body tensing, reacting to the way I pressed my hard nipples against his chest, tipping my head so I could take in the full beauty of his eyes. “Whatever happened between us, Reagent was a mistake. This…this is over.” Anthony growled, his large hands wrenching mine away from his chest as my mouth fell open.

Anthony does the same in the adjoining room. When we’re done, we gravitate to the living room. I curl up on one end of the plush leather sofa while Anthony builds a fire, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over the space. Anthony sits beside me, pulling out a book to read and passing one to me. “The Don’s Unexpected Baby by Amber Row.” How fitting I thought. I lie down, my feet on his lap, getting cozy.“This is nice,” I say softly. “Mmm.” Anthony mutters, turning a page.

She reacts to him instantly, taking a step back, unintentionally walking into my chest. A small gasp escapes her lips, and I place my hands on both sides of her waist to keep her steady, but all I feel is the quivering of her entire body. “He can’t hurt you,” I mutter in her ear, and her body stills. Just how much has she had to suffer at his hands, that just the sight of him is making her act this way? I hate it. “Finally! Someone worth seeing,” Hearst has the nerve to say. “This isn’t an ideal situation to see your father in, Angelica, but your husband is quite brutal, isn’t he?”

"Thank you, dear. Antonio is in the garden." They headed out back and saw Antonio sitting on his porch reading a book. Anna asked Lilian to wait. She was going to surprise Antonio with her presence. "Amore mio, who was at the door?" Anna went behind Antonio and kissed his neck lovingly. "No one dear. Probably some rascals." "Well in that case," he said putting down his book, "I have some privacy with my beautiful wife."

Anthony's voice was already uncontrollably hoarse. Anne's face flushed. "Who's impatient…" "Mmhmm. I'm the impatient one." Anthony moved his face forward and kissed her on the bridge of her nose before moving down.

It was really smart of her to use Anna to get to Anthony. Now, she just has to wait for the right moment, the right moment to use this against him. The bedroom door opened, and Anthony walked in. He didn't even spare her a glance before walking towards the bathroom. Anthony came out a few minutes later and slumped on the bed, still ignoring Beatrice, and she didn't say anything to him either. "Did you speak to Caden?" He asked out of nowhere. "No," Beatrice replied simply, and Anthony fell quiet.

with a weird handwave at them, before turning to look at me with an equally pleading expression, “I was probably too immersed in my reading.” “I know,” I said, still smiling. Actually, I was trying hard not to think about what I'd just seen — it was just so funny. I don't know how people do it, but I've never found myself, completely, in a book. It was as though my nudge on the lad made a kind of electronical connection from the outside world to the book world, dragging him back to consciousness. Standing up, he said with an outstretched arm, “I'm Anthony.”

It was a fantasy series Mirabel had raved about. I pulled down the dark romance—black cover, gold lettering, with a man in the shadows. The blurb promised forbidden desire and heartbreak. Perfect. I sank into one of the leather armchairs, opened the book, and tried to read. But the words blurred. My mind kept replaying our conversations from dinner. Rhys’s voice. “Alicia Brown.” The way he’d said it—testing, tasting, like he already knew the answer. I closed the book. Leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.