Danielle Donovan Nude Novels & Stories

After Alexander left with Elena, he vanished for a full week. For that entire week, the rumor mill in Sicily’s underworld was buzzing. They said the Don had taken his beloved new mistress to the high seas for the annual yacht party, and that she would soon be the new donna. My phone kept buzzing with private photos sent by Elena. The first was of her sunbathing on the deck of a luxury yacht, wearing a barely-there bikini. The caption read: [The Don says only the ocean blue matches my eyes.]

"What's that?" "This." Nick pulled the straps of Danielle's dress and it fell soundlessly to the ground. He took in the sight of her body. She'd obviously been doing some topless sunbathing since she arrived in Italy. Her firm, young tits were crowned by dark and erect nipples. He caressed a nipple with his thumb as his gaze went lower, past her bellybutton, and the ring that his ex-wife had opposed, but that he'd let her get anyway. It was sexy as hell. She was wearing minimal undies. He wondered what type of hair was under the material. He hated the really bushy ones, but Danielle wasn't bushy. He could see the outline of her pussy lips. "Do you like what you see, daddy?" Danielle asked, t

“Colleen, don’t kick from the knee, stretch from the knee. The quickest way to ruin that kneecap is to kick.” Nathan watched Dani from the hall, his position angled so that unless she knew exacdy where to look, she wouldn’t see him. As for him, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was wearing a pink low-backed leotard with pink tights and a pink sheer skirt tied around her waist. Ragged black leg warmers went from her ankle to up over her knee. Pink satin sUppers finished off her ensemble. And her hair. It was done up in that witchy way she’d worn it when they’d gone to Helene’s.

She was waiting for the moment to strike but she was still apprehensive because of his stand concerning her decision. Donovan enveloped her in a hug, at thesame time tugging the dress off so it fell in a pool around her feet. His eyes followed the discarded dress and rested below her waist line, admiring the matching lace fabric of the panties. "Amazing." He said and dropped to a crouch before her. With steady fingers, he began to undo the buckle of her shoes. His confidence and determination prevented her from protests at the moment. Donovan made her step out of the shoes. Her height lowered as a result, adding to her vulnerability as he rose, towering over her.

"You don't have to keep telling me..." "You had sex with Eric Donovan!" "It's not that big of a deal..." "Shut up! It is a big deal! Eric Donovan is like the hottest man on the planet!" She said, fanning herself with her fingers. "He's not even a man, he's a freaking god!" "Okay now you're overreacting." "He's so dreamy, I could stare at his photos all day. And his body? Oooh, aesthetic! You should see it!"

Danielle opened her eyes, yawned, looked around, and then, smiling happily while stretching like a lazy cat. She sat up on the bed and leaned on the pillows. The sheets slipped and uncovered her nude body, but she didn't care at all. Her long blond hair barely covered her bare breasts.

Devin said, even as he looked away. Damon shrugged, then grinned. “Why pretend to be anything but a queen?” Donovan, as ever, was silent. But he rose from the bench, took her by the upper arms, and stared hard into her face, as if trying to memorize every contour, every fleck in her eyes. Then, without another word, he reached down and smoothed the white silk against her hip, down the naked length of her thigh. The touch was clinical and obscene at once, and Elena felt it, a jolt of heat up her whole being.

Danielle had turned to her, puffing away on her cigar and drawling, “Were you thinking of serving drinks in a nun’s habit, sweetheart?’ The girls giggled, but Sophie had held her tongue. Possibly her rudeness had made Danielle insist that she should remain till the end, listening to instructions on how to walk and serve during the event. *** It was as they were heading to the basement that she had seen Catalina. Sophie had come to an abrupt halt. The woman’s face had also cropped up on one of the porn sites that Sondra had spoken about. Sophie had seen her on one such movie, aggressively participating in strange acts that had made her want to throw up! What was she doing here, she thought, h

Shirtless, with only an apron covering his perfect body, he moved confidently, his biceps flexing with each motion. I couldn’t help myself—I stared. I gawked. My eyes trailed over him like he was a sculpted masterpiece, taking in his broad shoulders, the defined lines of his chest, and the ridges of his abdomen. The kitchen lights danced across his skin, highlighting every detail. My heart skipped a beat. 'Stop it, Sophia,' I scolded myself, realizing I was drooling. There were a million things I could do to that body if given the chance. I blinked twice, shaking off the inappropriate thoughts, but as I raised my eyes, I caught William’s gaze.

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.