Dante Sparda X Reader Novels & Stories

I wrap a towel around myself, knotting it tight under my arms, and step out onto the warm tile. I reach for the bathroom door, intending to crack it just enough to ask Mia to raid the closet for something comfortable. The door swings open wider than I mean to. And Dante walks in. He stops short. I stop breathing. He’s shirtless this time. Just low‑slung black joggers and bare skin. The soft overhead light smooths over his shoulders, his chest, the faint line of dark hair trailing down from his sternum to the waistband. There are scars I’ve never seen before—one pale line across his ribs, another nick near his collarbone.

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’

I'm in trouble. "Hmm, don't you like what you are doing to me? You are my fiancée, and I can see nothing wrong with you spending the night with me." Dante whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I wanted to ask you a few questions. I'm not here to seduce you," I say. Dante shut me up by starting to kiss me. Damn, it is not a friendly kiss between two friends and his perfect body against mine is making it rally hard for me to concerntrate on what I am doing here. I want to push him away, but he tastes so lovely. He smells like cedar wood, and I want to melt into his arms.

Dante pulls into the pizza joint and looks at me before he gets out. "It's alright. Cora told me about Spencer. I just broke up with my girlfriend of three years, Tammy. I understand what you're going through. We don't have to jump the gun just yet. Let's just see how it goes tonight. No rush on my end." We spend the evening talking about Black Sparrows and the origins of his band. And all the while I'm thinking maybe I could move on from Spencer and forget that I ever had a little crush on my college professor.

Ten pillows arranged into a fortress of comfort. Spadino is lying in the center of it. He is reading one of the books—a trashy romance novel he must have stolen from the staff quarters. He looks up as we enter. "Did you know the Duke is secretly a pirate?" Spadino asks, his eyes wide. "The plot twists in this thing are incredible." "Get up," Aureliano says. Spadino rolls off the bed. He bounces over to me. He is wearing sweatpants and nothing else. He looks soft, approachable, but the way he eyes my stomach is sharp and focused.

Alex asks to switch the attention away from him. "I'm a daddy as you can see," I say pointing toward my sleeping baby in my arms. "I'm a Dom, hardcore BDSM but I do love a bit of a fight," Dante says and lick his lips. Making Alex blush again. "I'm a Dom, I'm nice unlike some people," she says eyeing Dante "Don't believe her" Dante says laughing "when she wants she can be a creature of hell" "You guys together?" he ask Dante and Ellie and things just got a lot better.

Dante growled, his face flushed, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest as he hammered into me. "Every single drop of your blood, every piece of your soul belongs to this bed." I couldn't even speak. I could only let out broken, breathless gasps, my fingers clawing at his back, leaving red furrows in his skin. Seraphina crawled up along my side, her bare breasts pressing against my arm as she leaned over to watch us connect. She reached down, her wet fingers sliding between our moving bodies, finding my clit once again and rubbing it hard against Dante's shaft.

She would only do it for money. ..... If Dante had a chance, he would say, "Hi, I'm Dante. Younger brother to the head of the N'drangheta. I unalive people and torture them by peeling off their skin for a living." Instead, Dante flashed her a charming smile. "Hi, I'm Dante. Matthias'... friend," kidnapper. He wanted to say that but stopped himself at the last second. Dante took her hand and shook it, smiling charmingly. In truth, Freda reminded Dante of Gianpaolo's trashy cheating ex-fiancée. He remembered that her name was Carly or Carla, Car-something.