Dante Sparda X Reader Novels & Stories

Bianca groaned into his mouth, her teeth clashing against his as she fought for dominance. He hiked her skirt up, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. "You think you can handle this?" he muttered against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. "F**k you," she gasped, her legs locking around his waist. Dante groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through her entire frame. He fumbled with his belt, his movements frantic, lacking any of his usual grace. He was trembling. The "perfect" Vane heir was falling apart in her hands. He ripped her lace underwear aside, the fabric tearing with a sharp zip that sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

He pulled her across the seat, his movements fueled by a sadistic, unyielding need to prove that she was the only one—the real one—before the silver swallowed them. "If this is where we end," Dante panted, his mouth crashing onto hers with a desperate, territorial hunger, "I’m going to make sure your soul is so saturated with me that the twin can't find a single piece of you to copy." The interaction was explicit, raw, and fueled by a terrifying, terminal adrenaline. This was their first true encounter as "The Result" and "The Prize," and it was a masterpiece of emotional and physical wreckage. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm, his hands marking her skin with a strength that was

Dante growls into my ear, his surgeon’s precision turned filthy, his grip bruising my hips as he slams deeper, each thrust shaking me to my core. “You’re… you’re my alpha daddies,” I sob, the confession shattering as he drives harder, making my suspended body quake. “You’re my protectors! ” “That’s fucking right,” Elias snarls, the whip in his firefighter hand cracking across my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a burning mark. I whimper from the sharp sting, my body bracing harder against Dante while my chained hands grasp desperately at the links for something or anything to hold onto. “And who are you to us? ”Jaxon demands, the cage fighter in him making it an unbreakable order.

Dante said, following her, “Every step. But we do this smart. No running into traps. We gather information first. Then we act.” She stopped and faced him. “You really mean it?” “I swear on everything I have,” Dante said, cupping her face in his hands. “You’re not doing this alone. And if he thinks he can play with you, he’ll learn that Dante doesn’t lose twice.” Nina’s chest tightened. Her heart was a storm of fear, anger, and desire. She knew from this moment forward, nothing would ever be simple. Their love, their lives, everything was tied together in a web of secrets, lies, and blood — and the only way out was to fight, together.

"And I am no one's spy. I am here to offer you a deal, Alpha King." Dante’s large hands shot up, gripping my waist and stopping my movement, his golden eyes blazing down into mine. "A deal? A wolfless, broken heiress who dropped out of school to hide a pregnancy thinks she can ride the Reaper? What the hell could you possibly have that I want? And don't even get me started on your body, I could have any woman I wanted."

Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa…. Oh God! I tried to vanish the thought of how disappointed he was in me the last time. You bastard…! I yelled at him. I winced at the memory. I watched Jean get back to stocking the items in the list at their shelves with all smiles. I'm grateful I came outside, should I say I'm grateful Benedetto died? I was standing in his position, so I turned my attention back to the door. When I did, I found myself locked in the bold jade gaze of Mr. Scarpa who was standing at the door, staring at me intently.

At the mention of Dante, Spencer's face eased a lot and he gave a slow nod. I still don't understand how both Spencer and Dante got along well... A little too well in fact. But the universe knows I wouldn't complain. Like the rest of us, Dante changed after meeting Spencer. He is less aggressive and with Spencer around he doesn't get too bored. At least not bored enough to set traps inside government systems. Or hack into a secret database that's not even supposed to exist. Good goddess universe, how did I even get involved with these psychos? Spencer quietly drank the porridge, once done, he pushed the table away and relaxed into the bedframe.

I spelt out plainly. Xander and Nick kept stalling towards me and every bone in my body screamed Bloody Mary when I recognized that lust filled glint in their eyes. “Of course we’ve come to give you our best wishes,” Xander grinned in a sinfully hot manner, “what king of step brother would I be if I didn’t do just that?” he enjoyed playing the step brother card only when it came to getting sexual or mocking me.

Furious at what Dante had done, she was about to strike the man with her hand. However, Dante managed to catch her wrist. The man continued to stare at her intently, and this made Orella feel uncomfortable with what Dante was doing. "You always surprise me, Orella Daria Maldini," Dante said softly. Orella was transfixed when she heard Dante's voice. The man's gaze left her speechless. She didn't realize that her clothes were already off her body. "What are you doing?" asked Orella after realizing what had happened. "I'm Helping you clean up! I don't want to smell Lucifer on your body!" Dante replied as he squeezed the bottle of liquid soap.

Sophia’s dazed eyes met his, and without hesitation, she reached for his length, wrapping her delicate fingers around him just as he let go. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he exploded, thick ropes of hot cum spilling onto her flushed face. Sophia trembled her body still quivering from her own release as she swallowed hard, her breath shaky. Dante let out a sharp exhale, his fingers brushing through her damp hair as he admired the sinful sight of his princess—his beautiful, ruined princess.