Benedict Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

“I could have sworn you were seducing me if I didn’t see the card in your hand. What’s that about?” “It’s an invitation for the both of us.” “Whose getting married?” Ben’s voice deepened as he nibbled on my neck, leaving marks in visible parts of my body. I moaned in breath as I dipped my hand into his pants and gently stroked his cock until he was hard as he groaned between my ears. “Why don’t you read and find out?” I said as I moved back and placed the invitation in his hand. Ben accepted the invitation as I unbuttoned his pants as he struggled to open the invitation. I went on my knees when he opened the card and operation seduction began.

“You're the one who insulted me by calling me an embarrassment for fainting at my own binding ceremony which you didn’t even bother to attend, by the way!” Xerathia glared at me with so much intensity a drop of sweat trickled down my nape. This hateful lordly female stared at me like she wanted to burn me alive. I felt a familiar heat behind me and I froze. It was obvious that he was behind me. “Your Majesty!” All the maids chorused with a bow. Xerathia saw it as an opportunity to continue her rants. “Discipline your bride, Rhaedros!”

I continue reading the book. Wow, Sophie was lucky the servants liked her and hated the stepmother. She made Sophie a servant at the point, instead of her actual step-daughter. At this point, Benedict is an artist. So far, from what I have read, Benedict is my second favourite Bridgerton brother. Maybe when I read Colin’s book, that may change. But for now, he is too adorable.

” Ethan hugged her again and she clung on to him. And Ria suddenly wished it was Ian holding her in his arms. She closed her eyes and listened to Ethan's heartbeat. And she was glad he was around to comfort her. (I tried posting this part in the previous episode but it didn't reflect so if you have read this part skip but if you haven't read it please read. I hope you understand?) ******************** BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE NINETY ONE THEME: She is hurting

Benjamin's eyes are wide open after hearing it. "Stop it," Benjamin warned her. He loves Kristi and even though he was stressed because he can't call Kristi now it doesn't mean that he will cheat on her. "I'm not doing anything, Benjamin," she mumbled again. She sniffs his smell and she smells his perfume. Catriona felt something inside her was getting to explode. "You are seducing me, Catriona," he disgustedly told her. "I'm not seducing you, Benjamin," she answered using her sweet tone. She hugged him tightly and closed her eyes when she felt his body. She imagines doing that thing with Benjamin.

Chapter 150: Down Down The Cliff Road Way **Christiana’s POV** I couldn’t stop hearing the words I had read from that letter. Bryan had been playing me all these while. He said I was nothing more than beauty and curves, that pity had tied me to him, not love. That he wanted me because Bella had been driven into hiding, and he couldn’t stand to be alone. That marriage had seemed like a convenient shelter, until he thought it through and realized he would rather not risk another divorce.

There is food, of course, but it is more of the long-life stuff rather than the fresh stuff from last time, I sigh and close the fridge. I walk over to the bookshelf and pick another novel. I then sit down on the edge of one of the chaises and start to read. I end up so lost in the magical pages that I am startled when Benjamin comes running back down the stairs with Matt chasing him. I watch as Matt catches him in the kitchen and places what looks like a hard kiss on his lips, which Benjamin is soon returning.

Sliding his fingers into the curls at the back of her neck, unhurried, watching her face change while he did it. He watched, in his head, the whole thing unfold before he could stop it. Her cheeks going red. Her breath catching, uneven, the way it never was in real life because Kate Bridgerton did not lose her composure in front of anyone, least of all him. He imagined tightening his hand slightly, just enough to tug, and the sound she'd make — not a word, not anything she'd planned, just a small broken gasp that he'd never heard her make and had no business imagining.

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.

Sebastian can’t love me, we have discussed this before; the both of us need to move on and forget the other existed to ensure a smooth separation in five years’ time. I shake my head. “No, I doubt that. So, do you read anything the Bronte sisters wrote or were you just looking to place this in a glass case?” I ask him and he laughs out loud. “Oh, my dear, I am an avid reader. I own every first edition the Bronte’s published and read them as often as my work allows me a gap.” He says, and I frown at this. “You’re a busy man then, I assume?” I ask, noting that he didn’t fit the corporate type with his long hair and a stubble beard.