Dante Dmc 6 Novels & Stories

But Marcus worked my clit faster, whispering filthy encouragement in my ear, and my body started to relax into it. "She's ready," Dante announced, pulling his fingers out. I felt the head of his cock—thicker than his fingers, hot and slick with lube—press against my asshole. Panic flared.

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

The sharp click of the lock echoed through the silence like a bullet. Then, there was only the quiet. Dante set his glass down on the coffee table and slowly rose from the couch. He was massive, easily six-foot-four of pure muscle, his white dress shirt straining violently against his chest. As he stepped out of the shadows, the low light caught the dark runes tattooed up his forearms and twisting around his thick neck. He walked toward me, each slow step feeling like a panther stalking a trapped meal. The heavy scent of cedar, rain, and pure Alpha dominance flooded my senses, making my head spin.

I tried not to act like I was curious to know. “I mean didn’t you know that Dante was sleeping around with different women? I have a lot of videos of them. I think you’d like them.” He took his phone out and showed me a picture of two people in a room. It was Dante and the lady looked familiar. I think I saw her at the party earlier today, Dante and Savanna. I had known about Savanna from one of those classes I had with Dante, she’s the brand ambassador of one of the wines that the King empire produces.

Dante moans out. "She fucking Squirted"Damien groans as he starts to rub my sensitive clit draging out the earth shattering orgazim I just had. "Fuck kitten your so tight I'm not going to last much longer" Dante gritts putting his hand around my neck squeezing it slightly as he fucks me even harder if that's even possible, he lets out a sexy moan and starts to slow his pace as he to cums deep inside me. "My turn princess"Damien says as he replaces Dante between my trembeling legs "Your going to be a good girl and for me and not cum until I tell you to"

I scream, and then what follows is a heavy punch delivered straight to his head, knocking him out immediately. My jaw hangs open as I stare at the limp body on the floor, and then slowly, I look up only to find Dante standing over me like a shadow, his eyes red with fury. He is wearing a suit, but it did nothing to hide his bulky chest and broad shoulders. “Dante?” I mutter, still staring at the brooding man. What is he even doing here?

ARIA His voice is dark velvet. Smooth and rich and absolutely commanding. The blonde pauses, looking up in confusion. But Dante’s gaze never wavers from mine. “Leave us.” He ordered The blonde protests. “But...” One look from those ice-blue eyes and she scrambles to her feet, straightening her dress and fleeing without another word. Dante stands in one fluid motion. He’s even taller than I thought. At least six-five. He towers over me as he closes the distance between us, and I suddenly understand why people describe him as dangerous.

Chapter 11 I swallowed the knot forming in my throat and walked to Dante who was casually leaning on his latest model of Gwagon Mercedes Benz. The man certainly had a thing of dark vehicles. He watched me like a predator watching his prey, not blinking, his sight not wavering. He wore a navy blue stripped suit and a crisp white shirt which the top bottons had been undone. I didn't need to come to close to know the shoes he wore were from Armani, now barely three feet away from him. I caught a whiff of his delicious manly woodly scent, I had to stop myself from inhaling deeply.

Dante's car pulled up to the family estate. It was a Mercedes-AMG GT— black and impossibly clean. Dante's car matched his personality—Sophisticated. Every inch of it was spotless. The interior was black leather, not a crumb or speck of dust anywhere, everything organised and precisely in its place. It was perfect. Just like everything else Dante owned. He stopped the engine and sat there for a moment, hands still gripping the steering wheel. He hadn't stopped thinking since he left his apartment.

sambit niya sa maikling tono. Nagtaas ng paningin ang sekretarya nang magkasabay silang lumabas. "Kapag may naghanap sa akin, pakisabing nag-out-for-lunch ako, Lenny. Ikaw na muna ang bahala dito. I'll be back later." "Yes, ma'am," ang magalang na tugon ng empleyada habang nakangiti sa kanya at sa lalaking kasama niya. Ibang sasakyan ang dala ni Dante. Isang BMW na kulay krema. Mukhang kagalang-galang at responsable kaysa sa red sportscar.