Chapter Master Dante Novels & Stories

DANTE I sat down in my study, thinking of the stupid impulsive purchase I had made tonight. I had a lot of money though and this amount wouldn't put a dent in my finances but I was still annoyed. This wasn't my nature, I was a thinker. I carefully planned my actions before I did them. Tonight was the first time in a long while that I had done something so rash. The worst part was that I hated the impression this purchase would make in people's minds about me. It only showed that I was just like ever other hot blooded young man who could be moved by the beauty of a woman.

There would be more to face, more enemies to defeat, but Dante knew one thing for certain—he would never let anyone take from him again. --- End of Chapter 54

Chapter 71 Dante stood in the dimly lit room of his office, his hands clenched into fists on the heavy mahogany desk. His sharp, focused gaze was fixed on the map in front of him, with red marks scattered across key points—locations where his enemies had been spotted or had moved in silence. Despite having stepped away from his dangerous past, the shadow of his mafia legacy was proving harder to outrun. “They still think they can touch my family,” Dante muttered under his breath, his voice cold, resolute. “They have no idea what they’ve started," the dangerous voice.

Like someone doing something difficult in private. I push the door open. Dante is sitting on the floor. Not in a chair. Not at the desk. On the floor, in front of one of the lower shelves, in the dark grey shirt and the sweatpants he’s changed into, and he has a book open in his lap but he’s not reading it. His eyes are closed. His head is tilted back against the shelf behind him and his face is doing the thing again — the cycling thing, the memory thing — and his hands on the book are very careful, like he’s trying not to grip too hard.

And as she does so, Daniel first probes at her from the back and then pushes into her pussy. As he opens her up, I hear her intake of breath. To say he's well-built isn't doing him justice. Daniel has the biggest cock I've ever seen in many years of working the clubs, and Charlotte's mouth opens, her breath juddering as, with several long, slow movements, he eases in and out opening her, lubricating himself on her. And as she reacts to him, he smiles brightly. He knows the effect he has on women. "Do you like that. Charlotte?" he asks. There's a reason your Master chose me for tonight. He thought you would appreciate my particular.... assets…"