Anthony Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

His words made her burn with guilt, knowing she was doing just that. Receiving no response from her, he picked up the book and checked the cover. “ Atonement child by Franchine Rivers. ” His tone is unfathomable. “ What is it about? ” He turned to her. Mira pursed her lips before replying. “ A righteous girl who got defiled by an unknown man, just months before her wedding. ” “ Oh… ” He dropped the book before cupping her face gently. “ Are you sure you want to read this? ” The care and tenderness in his eyes filled her heart with warmth.

He continued, "Claire, I only agreed to the engagement because I didn't have anyone I liked at the time. That's why I got engaged to you for the sake of my family. But this is the first time I've truly wanted to fight for something. I hope you can understand." He didn't even glance at me. His eyes were fixed on the dancer the whole time. I clicked my tongue, exasperated by his stupidity. The dancer, Lila Hart, had a veil over her eyes. Her lips trembled slightly as she said, "Mr. Anthony, thank you for your affection, but our social standing is too different. Your family won't approve, and neither will your fiancee." Although her words made it sound like she was refusing him, they carried an

Not once did he acknowledge Bridgitte’s presence or feelings, making her humiliation all the more bitter. Trying to salvage her pride, Bridgitte stammered, “I—I’m Raphael’s girlfriend. Things have been going really well between us lately, so if you could just—” Her words trailed off as Alexander finally looked at her—his gaze so cold, so piercing, that she froze mid-sentence. In that moment, Bridgitte’s resentment toward Ava deepened, festering quietly beneath her skin. Without another word, Alexander turned on his heel and left, his tailored coat fluttering behind him.

Heat rolled off him in waves We stared at each other. My heart was beating so fast and loud… I could swear that he could hear it thumping against my ribs. My lower stomach tightened hard, as a deep ache began spreading low, begging silently for attention “I told you to come, not to run,” he breathed right in my face, his breath brushing my lips “What are you doing?” there was panick in my Panic voice “I want to sin with you little Muna” he murmured, eyes locked on mine, dark and steady. “A sin you put in my head”

“I’m not scared of him. He knows better than to touch me or get anywhere near me in a threatening manner.” Brandon crossed the cafeteria and stopped at our table. He didn’t look at Anthony. He looked only at me. “Come with me. Now.” Anthony leaned back in his chair. “Watch your tone when you’re talking to my girl.” Brandon didn’t blink. Didn’t move his eyes from my face. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” “Are you blind?” Anthony said. “She’s with me. Whatever you need can wait.” “Rhea.” His voice dropped lower. Still only looking at me. “Now.”

She froze, but he didn’t stop. His thumb traced a slow circle over the sensitive skin, inching higher. She clenched her thighs instinctively, trapping his hand, but that only pressed his fingers closer to where she was still slick from earlier. Her breath hitched. Elena was talking about some charity gala. Patrick was nodding. No one noticed Bridget’s knuckles whiten around her glass. Alexander’s fingers slipped under the edge of her panties where he found her wet, swollen, still tender. He circled her clit once, lightly, then pressed harder.

The other two obeyed. The driver and leader came towards her. Angela, covering her tits with both hands, instinctively backed away with a pace,her body shivering and wet with tears and sweat. He got to her front and stare into her eyes then down her bosom. “The exclusive bride of Antonio Montero, this would be an achievement indeed, I got to taste what that spoiled rich brat bride before his wedding night”. He said rubbing his erected organ which was still very much hidden under his pants.

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

“What are you doing here?” “I had a meeting,” he replied, his accent thick this morning. He motioned to one of the skyscrapers behind him. “And you?” “I went for a run and ran into my sister and her new agent,” I explained. I motioned toward Wickham. “Mr. Darcy, I'd like you to meet George Wickham.” Mr. Darcy's jaw tightened, and he barely made a nod of acknowledgment. The air temperature dropped ten degrees as the two men made eye contact.

The Reader looked at him. “Your family?” He laughed. “They’re characters.” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “They’re people.” The Reader tilted his head. “Only because I allow them to be.” Seraphina stepped forward. “No.” The Reader looked at her. His smile disappeared. “You.” Seraphina’s eyes became golden. “You remember me.” “I remember what you were.” “Then you know I cannot be controlled.” The Reader smiled. “I don’t need to control you.” He opened his book.