Chapter Master Dante Novels & Stories

Instead, I sat on the cold floor, fighting my own body, my own treacherous thoughts. Because the truth was a blade I could no longer deny: Part of me wanted him to come back. And that terrified me more than anything else. Dante POV There is an economy to temptation. Too much, and you exhaust the appetite; too little, and it never awakens. The true master finds the measure between famine and feast and paces the offerings like a composer scoring a crescendo. I have the metronome; she is the instrument.

"Step away from the processing unit." Dante didn't wait for the fire. With one final, explosive wrench of his carbonized iron shoulders, his massive three-ton wolf-frame lunged across the aisle, his body taking the full brunt of the enforcers' magnetic slugs as the countdown for Chapter 157 began in the dark.

I swallowed hard, trying to turn my face away as I didn’t know what to say to that, but he caught my chin between his fingers. “Dante has always been vengeful. Filled with anger and chaos that if erupted it will be worse than an inferno.” “W-why are you telling me that?” I asked, my heartbeat running double it’s rhythm. . ____ A. Gupta

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

Zhang Wei came out to hear his master. "Master actually we are here for........" "Here for what? I knew that you two are unkind but never expected this from you two. Get lost from my eyes." Master became mad at them. He was disappointed at them. They left from that place. "Why did you do this Chenguang?" "I am so sorry Zhang Wei. I couldn't control myself." "What will I do with your sorry? Listen I have a plan. Today we will steal the book from master's room"

Dante, the terrifying and powerful capo of the Romano mafia, was pressing his head to the dirty ground beneath my shoes… for me? Dante’s hands trembled slightly as he lifted them in front of him. Then slowly, he lowered his head again, pressing his forehead to the ground in full submission. He rose and kowtowed again, and again, and again. Five times. By the end, his forehead bled slightly. I could barely breathe. The silence was sacred. When he finally lifted himself and stood, his voice came loud, strong, reverent, almost trembling with something deeper than respect. “You have proved beyond all measure your capacity,” he said solemnly.

Dante’s POV My gaze locked greedily on the sleek folds between her legs, that sweet little hole sitting there so inviting, practically begging me to stroke it, stretch it, work it until she was panting my name so loud it echoed through the hallway. My hand twitched with the urge, but I held back. This wasn’t about taking her. Not yet. This was about punishing her, breaking her. By the time I was done, she’d hand me every secret about her father herself.

Jon had no idea what his client looked like and could not remember talking to him. "Dante… Dante…" Jon murmured as he recalled the 14th century Italian writer and his Divine Comedy. There were three parts to the epic poem, but for some reason, Jon only thought of the first one – Inferno. The images of hell flooded his mind – tormented souls that reside in the nine circles of hell. For a moment, he thought he could hear cries of anguish and pain as well as see writhing bodies amidst the red flames and scorching heat.

“Please let me come. I need it. I need you.” Dante’s dark chuckle resonates through the room. “Not yet. Not until you prove you’re truly sorry. Then, and only then, will I let you fall over the edge.” I watch, mesmerized, as Dante’s fingers move inside her with precision, each thrust calculated to drive her closer to madness. Every time she’s on the verge of release, he stops, leaving her teetering on the edge of oblivion. “How many times should we deny her the orgasm this time, to teach her a lesson for almost getting herself killed?” Dante calls out, his tone wicked. The crowd murmurs suggestions, but my voice cuts through the noise.