Colin Bridgerton Fanfic Novels & Stories

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."

“You’re mine, Rhian. Every part of you. And after last night, I made sure you remember that.” Her face burned at his words, memories of the previous night flooding back. She buried her face into the pillow to hide her blush, mumbling, “You’re shameless…” Damon chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to her exposed shoulder. “And you’re adorable when you’re embarrassed.” The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint trace of wine from her hair reminded Rhian of the party, and she suddenly groaned. “My head… I think I drank too much last night.”

Then, she reached out, hooking a finger around his neck and pulling his handsome face towards hers. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his cheek as she whispered, "Are you sure it's not jealousy?" Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of fragrance. The tone was lazy, tinged with a hint of coquetry. For a moment, Colin felt ensnared. He swallowed hard, about to respond when he suddenly felt her other hand, hidden under his coat, moving like a snake. It traced down the contours of his abdomen, with a downward trajectory. His gaze froze, and he swiftly reached out, grabbing her restless fingers tightly.

"So, this is how it is, Colin. Not only did you use her money to build your image, but you're also using it to keep a mistress!" Serena furrowed her brows in displeasure and didn't hesitate to step forward. "Excuse me? I'm Colin's girlfriend, not his mistress!" Victor snorted in contempt. He pointed at her and sneered sarcastically. "He's just an infertile old man. How could he possibly get a beautiful, young girlfriend like you? Just admit you're his kept woman!"

He gives Colin a pointed look, clearly prompting him to explain the new situation. Colin clears his throat. “I–um.” He looks away, uncomfortable and nervous. But Delilah reaches over and takes his hand in hers with a soft smile, which seems to give him the boost of confidence he needs to tell the truth. “I wasn’t lying when I told you I went to speak with Father about changing the terms of Delilah’s marriage,” Colin confesses softly. “I wasn’t even doing it to try and get back at Spencer. I wanted to marry Delilah because… well, I’m in love with her. And I still want to marry her, if she’ll have me.”

Selena shot Jasmine a glare, filled with contempt at such shameless behavior, yet there was nothing she could do about a person so low. Truly a troublemaker—wherever she went, she reeked like filth. It was utterly disgusting. Then another voice rose behind them, this time filled with surprise. "Miss Lewis? You came to the auction too?" Autumn turned and saw Colin in a royal-blue suit. She curved her lips into a smile. "Mr. Fang, what a coincidence." She hadn’t expected to run into him here, and it caught her off guard. The moment Colin laid eyes on Autumn, the admiration in his gaze grew unmistakably stronger.

“SPIRIT SHUT THE FUCK UP,“ I raged. Spirit immediately became silent from shock. I had never talked to her that way before but finally, I could think again now that Spirit was quiet. I breathed in and out and walked to the arrogant yet handsome man that just claimed me. “Forget it. I am not your property. Who do you think you are?” He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer and then kissed my hand. Standing so close I could smell his scent of burned firewood mixed with cinnamon. I inhaled it deeply and felt a bit dizzy again. Colin looked at me amused and said, “My name is Colin lass. You better remember it because you will be screaming it later.” My mouth fell open. The audacity of this man! I

“Can you go there and give me a second conversation with Lope?” "Of course," said Beatrice, throwing me a conspiratorial look. "I can't wait to find out your worst flaws, Colton. I'm sure your fiancée knows all of them.” "I have no doubt," said Colton. Laughing, Beatrice passed by me, grabbing her drink and her bag. Colton turned around and sat in her chair, leaning an elbow on the counter and giving me that kind of look he gave me when he knew I hadn't taken my medicine. The kind of look that judges any sinful soul. I arched an eyebrow, wanting him to be caught in his own game.

I mean, there is no way that she is hot…but what does she look like now? If she looks decent enough, maybe it wouldn’t be too awful to hook up with my mate, see if it’s really any better than with someone else. Feeling horny, I try to think of an excuse to get Colin away from her, which by the looks of it, he won’t want to do anytime soon... Ah, I got it… Kit’s POV Colin Anderson is kissing me! And it feels…ah-mazing! His hand slides up my side, across my neckline, and slips inside my dress to cup my breast.

He knows me too well, knows this body too well. “Your nipples are hard; I bet you’re soaking wet just from seeing me. Admit it, Brandi, that pussy still belongs to me.” I pat his shoulders and sink my nails in, whispering back. “It’s been eight years, and you’re still obsessed with me, Colin. It doesn’t matter how wet I get or how hard my nipples are; you will never fuck me again!” I push him; he falls back and trips to the floor. I throw my drink in his face.