Front Man X Reader Novels & Stories

Xander asked as if he was rubbing salt on my mood after ruining my appetite. "Can you let go of me and stop bothering me? When did you start to care about whether I ate or not?" I snapped at Xander irritated. He ignored me and his eyes glanced at the floor to catch the sight of the book the floor. "Bambi and the devil. That's interesting so you are into dark romance." Xander read out the book title as he pinned me against the shelves. "I am not into dark romance. Why are you here and not with your precious lover?" I hissed at him not liking how close we were. His eyes had a fleeting emotion I could not read that quickly disappeared.

Emily said. A crazy thought came into my head. I hardened my jaw. "There is actually one way." While taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. In the back of my mind, I projected the mating bond and the mental fortress I created, then with one breath I dispelled it. A strong wind of fury and jealousy and thirst for revenge blew through me. But I held my ground and ran to the other side of the mind bridge. Just as I stepped onto the base of Xander's mind, all sorts of senses came over me. I could read the way his body moved, hear his heartbeat, his point of view, and the rhythm of his breathing. I stomped the ground.

Then groaned when my dick was getting hard. He put his hand to my back and move forward to push his body flat to mine. "We should stop," I backed away from him and adjusted my erection. "Why?" he smirked and sexily flirted with me. "Ben, I'm not who you think I am." "So? we all have secrets." "My secret is bad," my hand was once again to the back of his neck then softly kissed his forehead. "I'm a Dom, and I've seen your bruises. I'm not good for you."

"The rain was coming down hard, drumming against the windows like a thousand tiny fists. I was in his apartment, the smell of rain. He was sitting in his armchair, a book open on his lap, completely unaware of the storm brewing outside or perhaps, completely aware of the storm inside me. I stood behind him, my hands resting on his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath his thin shirt. I could feel the tension radiating from him, a static charge that made my own skin prickle. 'You're tense,' I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. He didn't turn around. He didn't need to. He knew who it was. He placed the book down on the floor, the pages making a soft rustling sound that seemed to echo in

I replied, Looking over the books in front of me, he gave a blank look and walked to the bench at the corner. *** I was sitting on the chair, opposite to him there was a comfortable silence in between us as we were reading our books. I was reading a book called, “Lycan king,” It was a story about a Lycan and his mate who was a human. I glanced at Gabriel and saw him reading his book with full attention, he had a calm expression on his face while he was reading the book. He had the shadow of his long eyelashes over his cheek while he was holding the book in his hand, he looked attractive while he’s reading the book.

I stop outside the door and listen. The soft crackle of flames. The rustle of thick paper. My breath catches as I push the door open quietly. And freeze. Alexander is shirtless, gray sweatpants riding low on his hips, the long line of his spine carved sharp by the flames. One hand braces on the mantel like he’s holding himself upright; the other feeds a single page into the fire. I know that paper before I even see the embossing. Our marriage contract.

Making Erick and Tristan who were busy with their readings stare at the three people. "Empty?" exclaimed Mr.Erick "Yes, this section is empty!" Xander exclaimed showing the blank to Erick as well as Tristan. Staring at the blank paper, Erick immediately moved closer to them. He took over the book that he had never touched even once. Opened the last pages and was completely blank.

He gives my nipple another pinch that has me moaning and grinding my ass against him. When we hear footsteps coming closer, he lets out a frustrated groan and pulls away before either of us is ready for it to be over. He gives my tit one last squeeze before his fingers caress my cheek. “Follow my lead, baby,” he whispers before taking a step back and adjusting the massive hard-on he’s sporting. I barely have time to straighten my shirt before Sean walks down the hall. He’s completely oblivious with his eyes glued to his phone and doesn’t seem at all aware of the obvious sexual tension hanging in the hall.

I giggle, trying to push him off. He takes my wrists in his hand and pins them above my head, "How do you expect me to focus while you lay half naked on our bed while reading everything that you dream I should do to you?" He casts a glance at my closed book with a mischievous grin. My face heats up, and my heart races at the thought of him knowing exactly what I have read and what I want. Xander's grin turns into a smirk as he climbs over me, his knees trapping my hips and eyes raking over my torso.

He growls through his teeth. I smile seductively at him, "Well I guess we better get to the main course then." Xander takes his shorts off and lies down. I crawl on top of him, resting my hands on his broad chest. His strong hands grip my hips as I lowered myself on to his member. My nails dig into his chest as the small spikes of pleasure makes me whimper in delight. The feeling of being completely full of him was indescribable.