Dante Dmc 6 Novels & Stories

I turned to my left to see Dante, another of my best friends and close business partners, sitting on the couch with a smile. "His little bride collapsed before he even started," Dante revealed. "But that has never stopped Lucien before. He is a mad psycho." Maddox said as he jumped down from the window. "Exactly so tell me why Lucien just took her back to the bedroom after." Dante laughed again and my jaw tightened. What a blabbermouth! Maddox froze in his steps, before turning around to face me, his mouth opening wide. "You really did that? But I thought you don't c.." Maddox was about to say when Dante interrupted.

Fetching out a tumbler, he brought a bottle of whiskey and filled half glass for himself. He took a sip just as his phone dinged and he brought it out to see that he has been credited, he dropped the phone and took another sip but the ringtone started blaring and he picked up the phone again to see an unknown caller. Answering it, he heard from the other end, “El Diablo, can we see tonight? I have a business proposal for you.”

He slowly slipped to the back of the crowd, picking a bow and an arrow laced with wolfsbane as he went. As soon as he got to the back of the crowd where he was sore that no one could see him, he quickly aimed a shot at Damien’s chest and fired. The silence that followed soon after was deafening, but almost immediately the crowd broke out into a wild frenzy. It was almost as if everything Ariel had been saying had been falling on deaf ears. Ariel, on the other hand, felt a pang of pain shoot through her body l, as soon as the arrow pierced through Damien ’s heart and he fell.

'Fuck, this is so fucking torture! 'Damn your hands, Drake. Unexplainable!' Unfortunately, Drake pushed her back on the bed. Her mouth parted a bit. "Oh, damn!" she hissed. She propped her elbow to support her body while watching Drake move. He was unbuckling his belt, slowly and sharply looking at his stray. When the metal belt landed on the floor, Emily swallowed as the alpha started to unbutton his sweatpants. She even blinked her eyes twice; she wasn't dreaming of what she was seeing. His chiseled chest and his well-toned abs absolutely stand out from the dim lights of the room.

I look up. Dante stands in the doorway, outlined in a cloud of gun smoke. And he looks furious.

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“Because I’m not looking for anything serious either.” Perfect. Two hours later, we stumbled into his apartment. No sweet talk, no pretending. Just heat and hands and the kind of recklessness that comes from being tired of feeling like shit. Dante had a very large and very sexy cock. When hard his cock was a good eight to nine inches long and very thick. My favorite part of his cock was the head. He had the largest mushroom head of any cock I have ever seen either in real life or in any kind of p**n.

Just a man in need of anger management, or so the intake form claimed. The door opened, and there he was. Jesus Christ. Dante stepped in like he owned the building, the air shifting with his presence. He was tall, easily six-three, with broad shoulders that strained the fabric of his tailored black button-down. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with muscle and etched with ink... tribal patterns swirling into what looked like a serpent coiling around a dagger.

For some reason, even though I barely know him, it hurts me to the core of my being. “No one’s asking you to be a warrior,” he says and hops off the rock. He’s only wearing his boxer briefs, and he’s a sight to behold. Other Alphas must tremble in this man’s wake. I saw his wolf last night. Properly saw him for the first time. Aria allowed me to marvel at him for just a moment before I went to sleep. Dante is magnificent. He’s pitch black, apart from a white spot over his right eye, and his irises are a light amber, almost translucent. I’ve never seen anything like it. He’s twice the size of Billgir, and a solid block of muscle.

Please let me do this. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Dante's breath hitched as I pulled his pants down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and hard and absolutely perfect. Bigger than I'd imagined, bigger than I'd ever taken, with a slight curve and veins running along the length that made my mouth water. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Jesus Christ," I breathed. "You're fucking perfect." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">