Alana Dante Nude Novels & Stories

I follow Callum into the main room again. Dante is still there, with Luna strapped up, her body trembling but her will unbroken. She hasn’t given in yet, and honestly, it’s amazing to watch her hold her ground. “She was right there, so close, and now she’s practically shaking with frustration,” Dante’s voice is dark, dripping with satisfaction. The words send a ripple through the room, everyone captivated by the scene unfolding before them. Callum’s arm wraps around me, pulling me tightly against his solid frame. “She’s going to break soon. I can feel it,” Dante announces with a predatory grin.

His breathing slows and his eyes search mine like he’s trying to find a joke hidden somewhere in my expression but I don’t give him one. The silence stretches again and then he lets out a small, disbelieving breath. Almost a laugh. “You’re actually serious,” he murmurs, like it’s the most impossible conclusion he’s ever reached. I don’t answer because I am and Edric Vale, human dancer of Luna Noir, lies in my bed staring at me like I’ve just rewritten his reality. He shakes his head slowly, as if refusing to let it settle. “This has to be some kind of trick,” he says softly.

When she opened the door, there were two people who were unfamiliar for her. They looked at Aluna because of what she’s wearing. “Why are they looking at me like that?” Aluna was wearing black long pant and a shirt which was quite large for her and she didn’t put any make up on her face, a pony tail hair and her favorite glasses. Aluna was sure that they were looking at her because of her appearance just like her friends at campus. “I think we can start now”. Said Zolan.

Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!” “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. You keep mentioning Luna, Alpha, and me being human. What is all this even supposed to mean?” I replied. As I spoke, my hair shifted, revealing my face. Dane’s eyes narrowed with anger, his expression growing dark just as it had before, but this time he wasn’t pleased. He pulled my hair to the other side, and I tried to cover my eye, but he lifted my chin with his finger. “Who did this?” he growled, and his chest rumbled, startling me.

A subtle gesture of “taming.” I ate anyway. My body needed it. Then I lay on the bed—clean now, wearing the robe—and tried to sleep. But sleep didn’t come. Only the void. That’s when I heard the door open again. Dante entered. This time without the jacket. Just a white shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. Black tattoos winding across tanned skin. A leather bracelet on his wrist. A man made of shadows and control. — Feeling better? — he asked, like it was a normal question.

He walked straight to the painting, pressed the hidden latch, and it swung open again. “Come out, girl.” The darkness cleared. Valentina stepped into the light, naked, shaking, arms wrapped around herself. Streaks of dried semen still clung to her back and thighs. Her eyes were bold, lips trembling. Dante looked at her head to toe slowly and possessively. He pointed towards the floor right in front of him. “On your knees.”

****Lana's POV**** I stood there in the middle of it all, as the world spinned around me in circles. Mr Lance's short fingers pointing at me accusingly in the boardroom while he clutched his bandaged head with one hand. "This girl, she's a psycho, she broke my head with a vase and even slapped me!" I smirked, wishing I could have done more. Mr Lance caught the smirk and ran wild. "You see. You see that smirk? She did this on purpose, she's crazy!"

**ALANNAH** I opened my eyes and the room was unusually bright, the curtains were opened and the brightness of the sun brightening my room wasn’t helping my headache. I sat up on my bed with my palm placed on my head that was when I’d realized I was naked. How? What had happened last night? I didn’t remember any of the things that had happened. One minute I was talking to Connor and I’d left him to go to the dance floor and the next minute I’m opening my eyes in my room, on my bed, completely naked.

They are both shirtless but wearing shorts, while Dante is seated on a bench at the extreme end of the pool, dressed in just his black shorts and dark shades on. "Fuck me," Dante muttered, sipping his drink as he stared at Candela while she walked towards Adrian. He took in her hourglass body as she took a seat on the bench next to Adrian. He sucked his teeth. "Hey Mario," Dante called. "Yeah?" "Your dad is a lucky bastard," Dante quipped, sipping his drink. Mario chuckled. So did Manuel. Candela looked in Dante's direction. He was sipping his drink. Next, Dolores walked in, dressed in her green and white-designed bikini, exposing her gorgeous curves.

She wanted him out of there. “Then finish it,” the man said lightly. He stayed there, sipping red wine leisurely. “Can you come out?” Natalie asked. “Why? I’ve even seen your naked body,” Dante said casually. He looked like an unwavering observer. Natalie tried to remain calm despite the anger rising in her heart. She finally rose to her feet with a cold expression. Her sexy, naked body without a single piece of cloth was displayed in front of Dante. Cold water ran down her soft skin and dripped on the bathtub. Her right foot stepped out and landed on the floor's surface. The water from his body immediately dripped onto the floor.