Colin Bridgerton Fanfic Novelas e Histórias

I stood up from the bed and watched her walk inside the room, with a tray of food in her hands. “I’m Cinder, I am one of the Royal's maids and I work in the Royal kitchen.” She introduced herself with a charming smile on her face. “Oh, I'm Nova. I…” “The Lycan King’s bride!” she beamed and I chuckled lightly. “I guess so.” I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans. I hate the fact that I had to admit that I was going to be the beast's bride. “Ahh,” she smiled and stretched out her hands, showing me the tray of food. “I brought your food.”

But when I say his full name, Julian Stone, she gasps so loudly that people look over. “ELENA!” she whisper-shouts. “You slept with your BOSS?” “Lower your voice” I hiss, burying my face in my hands. She leans in, her eyes wide with both shock and something close to excitement. “Are you telling me the man who ruined your life this morning is the man who ruined your legs in Santorini?” I groan. “Oh my God” she says. “This is deliciously horrible.” “It’s not delicious, Nora.”

His tongue flicked over my neck, rough, while his hands hovered just above my hips, slowly guiding me to the bed. I had no idea who he was. No idea where I was. Just a half-naked man in front of me, covering me in compliments and kisses. The dimly lit room hid his face, and the rich cologne wrapped around him like a second skin, clouding my already foggy mind. I wanted to protest. I wanted to tell him he was fantasizing over the wrong person, but my treacherous body betrayed me under his touch. Once again, I opened my lips to speak, but all I could do was gasp.

she finished. "You can't do that," she recognised the voice coming from behind her. She whipped her head in the direction, and Axel was standing there. He walked to the table and threw a disgusted look at Gabriel. "This is my fiancée, so I would take her now," he said in a stern voice that did not ask to be contended with, holding Vida's hand before she could protest anything he had said. He used his second hand to hold her bag that was on the table, and he gently dragged her out of the chair and through the restaurant, pulling her with his grip tightly wrapped around her wrist.

sound when my body couldn't keep up with the intensive thrust. Tristain stood up after what felt like eternity, splashing sperm over my face and breasts. I tried using the sheet to cover my nakedness but Tristain wasn't done. “You're so wet, spread your legs”. Tristain ordered picking the vibrator and switching it on still rubbing on his dickhead. “Haven't you done enough?”. I shouted, twisting my legs closed, my whole body still vibrating. “I married you”. Tristain chipped in rolling the Dido in the air smiling wickedly.

“It’s just wild and it’s quite embarrassing because Caspian knew about it all these while. That was why he kept saying I wasn’t going to get married to Alexander. He knew I was going to end it with him if I found out.” “Caspian seems like an interesting character.” He was. He was relentless and he had a gun. Bridget’s eyes strayed to the watch on her wrist and I took it as a sign to stand up. “I’ll leave you to it. We’ll catch up later.” She looked at me sympathetically. “I wish you could stay longer.” “Consequences of being an adult, I guess. I’ll see you another time. If you don’t have to work tomorrow, you can come over and we can drink my sorrows away.”

She scoffed at the brand and rolled her eyes. “Is this intentional?” Fraser Whiskey, her former fiance's brand. Just the idea of him somehow invading her mind made my back teeth mash into a grind. “No…” She went to dispose of it before I took it from her hand, unscrewed the lid, and drank it down. It was smooth and rich with hints of something I didn't care to note as my focus was directed to the woman in awe between my legs. “What are you-” “I want to touch you with his whiskey on my breath, reminding us both that he'll always be close but never have you like I will…”

I said, stopping her hand again as it started creeping toward my crotch. “What? That’s new. Since when is the great Sebastian Altamirano not in the mood?” she said mockingly. She knew me too well. I was never the kind of guy to turn down a sweet, tight p*ssy—but that was before. Before Claire. Now, even if I slept with someone else, it was always her I pictured. F*cking sick bastard, getting hard thinking about your brother’s wife. “Ever since he started lusting after his brother’s girl,” Andrei chimed in from the plush armchair, a naked woman straddling him, grinding against his lap.

She was exactly my type. I got up and looked at her, offering her a smile. "Hello, fiancee. I'm Austin Bradford." The staff next to us exclaimed in shock at once. "Wait! He really is Ms. Pearson's fiance?" "No wonder he was acting so ruthless!" He had Ms. Pearson backing him up all along!" "I don't think that's the case, though. Something feels off. We still have to see whose side Ms. Pearson is on!"

Beatrice, her stepmother, would undoubtedly use the opportunity to banish her forever. Julian lowered his phone, stepping forward until his towering frame pinned Elena against the wall. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to her ear. "You know, ever since I first saw this photo on that site, I've been incredibly curious ... just how exquisite my sister-in-law's body is, hidden beneath those baggy clothes you always wear," Julian whispered in a dark, sensual, and wicked tone. "I can't wait to taste you. To shatter your innocence, and take that purity you pride yourself on."