Dante Russo Novels & Stories

I smirked I then roughly thrusted inside her as she moaned loudly and cursed in Italian "Fanculo sei piccola piccolo" (Fuck you're tight baby girl) I cursed as I roughly thrust inside her, "Dominic Dominic Dominic Russo I'm gonna cum" she screams; " good girl cum for daddy cum baby girl" I said I thrusted inside her, I felt her Squeezing my cock I groaned as a thrusted inside her harder "stop stop stopppppp" she screamed I was about to stop then she screamed again "No daddy no don't stop am cumming".

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

But I felt the seat beside me shift, and when I reluctantly turned, there he was, sitting close. "What, again? Can't you see I'm busy?" I snapped, my anger seeping through, though his smile remained unchanged. "By the way, I didn't introduce myself when you accidentally spilled your drink on me. I'm Drake. Mind telling me why you keep coming here, drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" His question fueled my anger. I looked away, hoping my silence would make him leave. "Hello," he persisted, but I kept drinking, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

he said, not loosening his arm around me. “I am sorry for your loss, Alexei” the man, I assume, Donatello, said, looking at Alexei who nodded. Alexei didn’t remove his arm from around me, and seeing that, I did not try to move “I take it that you found yourself a little mate, however, I am surprised that she is a Lycan, I am sure that she is making herself useful” “I don’t think I asked you for a comment, Donatello” Alexei said, glaring at the man.

She sat on the other side, and a tall, lithe man took the seat opposite me. Enzo claimed the chair at the head of the table, his hand finding my knee as soon as he sat down. I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. “Scarlett, this is my Gamma, Devin.” Enzo nodded to the tall man opposite me. It wasn’t that he was exceptionally tall that made his height so noticeable; it was more his build, slim and chiselled for a werewolf, especially when he was sat next to Enzo, who was all broad shoulders and bulky muscle.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

But the silence was broken by the sound of rapid typing coming from the PR suite. There, sitting at Maya’s mahogany desk with his feet up and a box of cold pizza next to him, was Dante Rossi. He looked up as we entered, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. He looked exactly like the man I had spent years trying to keep out of my business casual, irreverent, and far too comfortable. "Nice plane, Ryan," Dante said, not moving his feet. "Although I think the pilot takes the descent a bit too steep. I could see the sweat on your brow from the ground."

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I was angry at myself for kissing Natalie. I was angry at her for kissing back. I was angry at Diego for interrupting us. I stared at the troubled expression on Diego’s face and immediately realised that whatever he was going to say next would only get me more upset. “Alpha Vincenzo has been killed “, he said.

Dante's Pov My fingers wrapped tightly around the empty glass, applying pressure. — crack! I watched it in pieces, cutting my palm. My blood boiled. Carson Lane. That name kept hammering into my thoughts. I watched my blood drip down the bar table. “Mi sto rammollendo.” I muttered. “Dante Rossi never gets Emotivo.” I walked to the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—jaw clenched, eyes rimmed red, collarbone twitching from the tension.