Benedict Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

She drops onto the couch opposite him, legs folding beneath her. “What’re you reading?” He lifts the book slightly. The Collected Stories of Nabokov. “Jesus,” she says, grinning. “You never change.” His eyes narrow faintly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “I don’t know. Depends on how you were to begin with.” “Grace,” he says, her name like a warning—but there’s amusement too, buried under the low timber of his voice. “Are you trying to provoke me already?”

That kiss still lived on my lips. I breathed slowly, letting it stir. It always came like this, creeping in on the edges of silence, the hunger that bloomed in the pit of my belly like a sin I never repented for. I ran the sponge across my collarbone, down between my breasts. My skin was flushed, slick with water. My body betrayed me. And somewhere, hidden in the shadows beyond the cracked door, Lucien Rael Damaris stood. He shouldn’t have. I know he knew that.

she answered in a soft but steady voice. A ring encircled her ring finger a few seconds later. A symbol of a bond not based on love, but an obligation she forced upon herself. As Theo pulled Hazel to kiss her forehead in front of everyone, Hazel could feel the coldness of his lips conveying nothing but empty formality. Amid the applause of the guests, Hazel knew that her life had just entered a new chapter she had never imagined before. A chapter full of challenges and perhaps, destruction. That night, Hazel sat alone in the room now officially hers—or rather, the wedding chamber provided in Theo Filbert's grand mansion. The pristine white walls with luxurious ornaments couldn't hide the emp

“Then tell me, Rebecca. Who are you?” Before I could reply, a familiar voice interrupted. “Ready to go?” Mr Smith stood beside us. “I am,” I said quickly, smiling at him. “Just give me a second.” I leaned closer to Seraphina and whispered softly into her ear. “I am the Alpha’s bride.” Then I stepped back, smiling brightly. “It was lovely chatting with you today. Let us do it again sometime.” I turned to Mr Smith. “I am ready. Let us go.” He took my hand without hesitation, his grip warm and steady, and together, we walked out of the council hall.

I moan, my muscles tightening around his fingers. He smiles in satisfaction. “Good girl,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. I kiss him the way I know drives him insane until I’ve got him panting, desperate for me. “Elena,” he says, his tone pleading. “I need you.” I nod, and he pushes into me slightly, taking his time. “You want this cock, baby? Tell me you’re mine.” I whimper, and he grins. “I’m yours, Alexander Kennedy. All yours. All of me.”

Bella Ryland chuckles again, and it is one of the most seductive sounds I have ever heard. He shifts closer to me on the bed, his hazel eyes gleaming. He did get a black eye during the fight, but it does not take away from his darkly handsome allure in the least. "I believe it is night," he tells me, his lips curving upward. "But it is undeniably good." His hand finds my stomach and slides down, passing over my mound and brushing against my clit before his finger teases my entrance.

I push my hair to the side, grab the embarrassing romance book, and make my way to Alpha Bennett’s office. I knock on his door, shaking off the last of my nerves and hoping this will be enough to seal my future. I peek my head in his room as I ask, “Do you mind if I read in here now?” He looks at me, his eyes instantly roaming over me, as he nods, “Please, come sit, Elyria.” His eyes are locked onto me, which is exactly what I wanted. I take a seat on the chair, propping my legs over the arm of it as I pull out my book, pretending to read before I look up through my lashes, pleased to see his focus is still on me.

Dearest Reader, This story is part of the Destroy Me, Daddy series — a collection of two standalone books connected by passion, power, and heartbreak. Each can be enjoyed on its own, yet together they reveal a deeper world of desire and redemption. I truly hope you enjoy my work and fall in love with every twist, burn, and breath along the way. — Josephine “Say it,” Alexander’s voice was a growl against my ear, rough and insistent, his hand gripping my thigh hard enough to leave marks.

I took the key without hesitation. *** The suite at Kent Station turned out to be modest but clean. I let myself in and immediately began searching for any clues Claire might have left behind. I checked every drawer, every surface, even behind the bathroom mirror, but found nothing useful. Finally, I sat down on the bed and pulled out my phone. It was time to do the research I should have done before walking into this mess. I searched for information about the Rossi family and quickly found Anthony's profile. The man I had just met was indeed Anthony Rossi, married with two young children.

“Don’t stop now…” The voice chilled me. Not DJ. Ben. His thin fingers slid down my arms, and the fantasy shattered. “What the fuck are you doing here?” His hazel eyes burned with lust. That look—one I’d only seen every few months when he decided to touch me. My stomach knotted. My gag reflex kicked in as I scrambled out of the tub, clutching my silk robe. “Come on, Ellie, you know we have adjoining suites.” His tone was too casual. Too smug.