Danielle Donovan Nude Novels & Stories

“This isn’t what it looks like.” “Oh, really?” Mr. Donovan’s voice thundered. “Because it looks exactly like you sneaking around with your ex.” “I wasn’t sneaking around,” I insisted. “We ran into each other by accident.” “By accident?” Danielle scoffed. “At a mall? And let me guess, you were holding hands by accident too?” “He grabbed me,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “I didn’t initiate anything.” Mrs. Donovan shook her head in disbelief. “You have brought nothing but disgrace to this family.”

She jumped when she saw me, her eyes wide like a startled deer. “Jesus, Leo,” she shrieked, clutching the towel tighter, “can’t you see I’m— I’m naked? Please excuse me!” For a second, my control cracked. Damn. That body. That curve of hip under damp terry cloth. That soft skin glistening with water. I wanted to grab her, to crush my mouth to hers, to do every unholy thing I’d promised myself I wouldn’t. But self-control was a crown I wore well. My knuckles tightened on the doorframe instead.

"Nothing but a plate of bacon, eggs, sausage, and don't forget waffles to fill up my belly. Oh, speak of the devil, wearing nothing but his Batman briefs. Have respect, man; we have a child and ladies' presents." I pinch my eyebrows together, turn my head, and let out a high-pitched squeal. "Morning," my body twitches at Donovan's raspy morning voice. I look away, covering my face after what I saw and hiding the redness on my face. "Donny, you need to put on some clothes. You're in front of a lady."

Renee reached behind her own back and unzipped her dress. Slowly. Let it slide off her shoulders and pool on the floor. She stood in a simple nude bra and underwear, nothing remarkable, just herself, and watched Dana’s eyes move over her with an attention that felt like hands before any hands were involved. “God,” Dana said quietly. “You’re beautiful.”

Her partner wasn’t just a coworker. He was part of something bigger — maybe even watching her. Aria Donovan kept her head down, typing a report as if she were any other employee. Every word, every click, was calculated. Staying invisible was her new survival skill. “Miss Doran,” a honey-smooth voice called from behind her. Aria looked up. Standing there was Vanessa Cruz , — perfectly dressed, her perfume lingering like a warning. Her red lipstick matched the pointed smile she wore. “Good morning,” Aria said politely, standing to meet her.

Adrian barely looked before setting them aside. Julianne said, "Maddie, you should take the dress off. It would be better if I wore it to the rehearsal for you. "Going out dressed like this would attract too much attention. If anyone recognizes us, they'll shoot at me instead. We can switch back once we arrive." Adrian had been standing right there. He agreed. "Jules is only doing this for you." So Julianne put on the wedding gown and never removed it after reaching the venue.

Calix turned alert. “Your f*cking daughter is just as worthless as you but I won't let her ruin my image, Rossi,” he growled, touching the trigger of his gun. Koen Rossi's eyes watered because everyone in that room was aware of how his hand never shook while taking a life. “But now….you will pay for your f*cking daughter’s action,” he spat at him. “No…please…please let him go,” Lavena Rossi joined her hands in front of him. She fell on her knees and cupped his leg.

My cycle. How far from my safe period was I? I tried doing the math in my head but groaned, shaking it off before I could spiral into panic. "Later", I promised myself. After a quick cleanup, I tightened the robe around me and stepped out of the bathroom. And I froze. He was awake. Dante stood right at the doorpost, as if he'd been waiting for me. Naked. Again. My mouth went dry as I stared at him. Broad shoulders, chiseled abs, those damn tattoos. Fuck! he was pure sin in male form.

The public apology was set up at a high-end private club. I walked through a long gallery of modern art. At the end of it was a heated indoor pool. Vivian was on a lounge chair in a red bikini, draped like a cat. She saw me. Smile lifted. Eyes full of contempt. "You came." She got up and walked over, slow, looking me up and down. "You did all this for this lifestyle? That's why you couldn't let go of Angelo?"