Dante In Devil May Cry 5 Novels & Stories

I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is. Dante doesn't look like he is 33, he is such a fine young man with an evil heart. I hate him, I hate his guy, I hate everything about him.

I didn't recover from the immense pleasure when he removed his face,licked his lips dry of me and thrust himself inside me, my eyes rolled backwards, I was In another world of pleasure,he kept thrusting inside me continuously then suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my neck, I gasped when i realized Dante had just marked me. He licked the place he bit, still thrusting into me roughly,the familiar feeling of explosion erupted inside me, Dante stilled inside me for a while and then pulled out. “You are mine now Luna,fully mine”

All of a sudden, one of the guys stepped forward towards the podium and at the same time I heard through the earphones..." target in position, ready to fire"....and like it was all staged I heard the man on the stage say in a gruff voice "good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am Dante Lorenzo" WHAT!! At that moment I froze. This can't be happening, he was supposed to be Old...I pictured him with the grey hair and everything not this Greek god standing there, am supposed to shot him not ogle him. What could make my father have problems with this man...did my little birdie

I asked, enjoying the feeling of Dante’s touch. “They went to the main house to make sure everything was progressing the way it should be, and that all the necessary items were brought here. I drew the short straw, or the best straw.” I went over to the shower bench and sat back down. All I could do was stare at Dante. Dante was about 6’5” tall, he is slightly shorter than the triplets and Benji, but not by much, he has long, lean legs with well-defined quads and calves. Dante has golden brown eyes with flecks of green, he has broad shoulders, and strong biceps. Dante has eight-pack abs, and his hip bones stick out just a little bit. He’s not skinny, he has great muscle tone, but he could us

“You are unbelievable.” Luca shrugged. “Just be done with her. This version of you disgusts me. Besides, she looks edible. I would not mind a taste myself.” That was it. Dante exploded. He shot up from his chair, rushed the table, and slammed his fist into Luca’s face with all the rage he had been holding back. “How fucking dare you?” Dante roared. “Have you completely lost your mind, Luca?”

But this was different. This was quiet fury. The kind that didn’t shout. The kind that destroyed. For a brief second, Martin felt something close to fear. Not for the man tied to the chair, but for anyone who had pushed Dante this far. Dante walked forward. His boots echoed against the concrete floor as he stopped in front of the restrained man. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t speak first. He simply said the name. “Lorenzo Vitale.” His fist connected before the name had time to settle.

Dante was beaming, dressed in a fine suit as he stood at an award ceremony. It seemed as if it was for an Italian wine company. Dante owned that legal company? Matthias had thought he only did illegal shit. Scrolling through the web, he couldn't find much about Dante until he came across a link to his I*******m. Tapping on it, he was brought to an account with five million followers. In every photo of Dante, he looked like perfection, gorgeous as sin. He was the true definition of a devil in a suit. If Matthias hadn't seen him kill, he wouldn't have believed it.

He pleaded incoherently, apologizing over and over to the cold, dead phone. In that moment, Dante Moretti snapped. He was no longer the elegant Don. He was a devil who had lost his soul, wanting nothing more than to drag the whole world down into the grave with him.

Dante complimented. Beep. Victor ended the call. With a wide grin, Dante picked up his tumbler and gulped down the rest of the contents. His face contorted as the burning sensation descended down his throat he let out a heavy sigh. Deca Familia… che abbia inizio il gioco dei re. (Deca Familia… let the game of kings begin.)

Of course it did. Dove was right. "Dove was right, Dove was right, Dove was right," the thought looped through me. Maybe I deserved this for being stupid enough to end up here. Through my agony, I could still see the other side of the separate room romantically set up. My jaws dropped to the floor when it opened and she walked in playfully dragging someone. I don't know what I expected. Some stranger, maybe. Standing in full flesh and blood was Dante with his shirt was open and untucked, hanging off his shoulders, the tattoo of my face and name clearly visible across his chest, a bottle of wine in his hand. He was smiling as Risa seductive ran her hands all over him.