Novel & Cerita Benedict Bridgerton X Reader

Maybe he wouldn't be this angry. He seems to be searching for answers to the kind of girl I am by merely looking at me. His stares are piercing and cold. "Can you please sit?" I ask politely, forcing myself to keep calm and not become angry at him as well. "Are you truly the woman I was betrothed to?" He asks me, doubts filled in his expression and his two arms going akimbo. Slowly, I nod my head. As I nod, the remorse intensifies and I wish I am my real self.

He watched her, his intense gaze locked onto hers, dark and filled with the urge to touch her. Slowly, he stepped behind her, his hands coming up to the zipper of her gown. His fingers grazed her back as he tugged it down, the silky fabric parting with ease. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his lips brushing the curve of her shoulder as the gown slid down her body, pulling at her feet. Wearing nothing but a lacy slip underneath, Benita turned to face him, her bare skin glowing under the candlelight. A playful smirk danced on her lips as she took a step back, her movements slow and seductive.

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

Their passion grew and they retired to the bedroom where they made love passionately before falling asleep. Hester woke in the late hours of the evening and lay awake for a long time pondering what Benedict had said. She watched him as he slept seeming so peaceful. He knew he cared for her deeply. More deeply than he cared to admit. At least he had been honest about Alexa. It was best that Alexa stayed away and did not return. She wondered how much else she had not been told. She had not known about people protesting their relationship, even less dying because of skirmishes with the army during protests. But why did they not protest with her? Whenever she went out she was free. She was not h

Not that I could do anything to her, other than hurling sharp remarks at each other. ‘Of course you can't.’ Her voice was low, almost like a whisper in my head. It was all I could do not to picture a smirking wolf. ‘Stop reading my thoughts already.’ I hissed at her as I moved to stand up from my kneeling position. ‘You and I both know I can't, but I can actually try, sorry, pretend not to hear only if you behave like a good girl and agree to be Alpha Axton's bride.’ ‘Dream on.’ I muttered outloud. ‘If you don't shut up, I swear, I will shut our communication walls.’

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.

“This is not a man who is interested in you. Not at all.” I hear Bethany snort from the doorway. Without taking my eyes off the woman, I slide my hand down Benedict’s chest to his stomach. His body jerks at the touch and I don’t have to look to know that he’s responded to my touch, even with his mother and sister in the room.

How did he. "Oh. That's a secret, right? Don't worry. I know how to shut my mouth, darling." My heart is beating wildly more than ever as I look into Benedict's blue orb. "With the right payment of course. You owe me a date, and I won't accept no for an answer," Benedict was smiling, half-resembling a demon. "I might slip my tongue and tell Bennet the truth." Then he winked as he walked on. Laughing lightly. I was left stunned.

"What are you reading? Must be captivating. You didn't even notice when I walked in." I glanced down at the book in my hands, suddenly aware of the steamy cover I'd been trying to hide all evening. "Oh, this? Just something Emilia recommended." I attempted to casually close the book, but Alexander was too quick. He plucked it from my hands, examining the cover with a raised eyebrow. A shirtless man with impossibly defined abs embraced a woman in a flowing dress, their faces mere inches apart in what was clearly a moment of passion. "'Bound by Contract'?" Alexander read aloud, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Doesn't exactly look like your usual reading material."

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.