Dante X Bayonetta Novels & Stories

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

I follow Callum into the main room again. Dante is still there, with Luna strapped up, her body trembling but her will unbroken. She hasn’t given in yet, and honestly, it’s amazing to watch her hold her ground. “She was right there, so close, and now she’s practically shaking with frustration,” Dante’s voice is dark, dripping with satisfaction. The words send a ripple through the room, everyone captivated by the scene unfolding before them. Callum’s arm wraps around me, pulling me tightly against his solid frame. “She’s going to break soon. I can feel it,” Dante announces with a predatory grin.

Dante worshipped Camilla's body like it was a work of art. Her body was so beautiful, he thought to himself. He licked and sucked every part of her body until Camilla begged him to stop teasing her and give her what she wanted. Dante took a condom from his bedside drawer. He put it on his long length and positioned himself between her legs. "I will be gentle" he told her. He slowly put his cock inside her clenching heat, when he met the resistance of her hymen, he added a little force and plunged into her.

I understood his reaction, and so did Nico because Sienna hasn’t just earned her stripes as a Dragonetti woman. She had her back tattooed like us; the Dragonetti dragon splayed over the entirety of her back. I remember how painful it felt when I got it since we had to do at least 5 sessions, but this woman endured it. She endured the blade when they cut her, now, she endured the needle as it marked her. If there was anyone worthy of calling a badass, it would be Sienna. Dante breaks off their kiss and spins her around, admiring the tattoo on her back.

A blond braided, marked young lady said, just like beings from the Forest Nymphs, also having the letter ‘V’ marked on her left wrist while she pointed her weapon—A Sai— to Abbey. “Pft… ponytail.” Dante sniggered, Abbey groaned at him. “Hey, don’t mind me, I’m just spectating.” Dante said raising his arms up. “Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!”

“I know that you will not want Ziyah out of your sight, so this bottle is yours and another one from 1818 will be made available to you upon choosing to accompany them.” Dante held the bottle as if it was a precious and breakable thing. He definitely had a thing for bourbon. Shifters were like Fae. It took a lot to get us drunk. He started drinking bourbon when he was sixteen. It was not often, but mainly when his gift was getting the best of him. “You’re playing a dirty game,” I deadpanned. “Since you have it all figured out, what about our aiyanos?” A lazy grin stretched across his face because he knew that I was beginning to cave.

Any amount of time was enough to wear you down and break you apart piece by fucking piece. Ziyah detached herself after a few minutes and wiped her tears away. Then she stepped beside me and smiled widely. “Xylern, this is Dante. Fated mate and bonded. His wolf’s name is Byron who I was also able to make bonded thanks to what you had shared with me when you had your dragon charge. Now, I’m able to have a wolf form as well.” She looked up at me as if I was the source of every happiness in her life, but that should be the other way around because she definitely was my source.

Álex, should be overjoyed. Those trade secrets were the stepping stones to his future fortune. How many people's blood did he step on to get to the end. This kind of person is so cold-blooded that it scares people. In mid-September in City X, it was already slightly cooler. Diana's bare feet were in a sorry state as she walked on the street. Diana was barefoot and walking on the road in a state of distress. She wanted to find Alan. From the hotel to the Astor Group, Diana walked through an old alley that was a demolition zone.

“Dante’s done.” Gianna nodded, her hand grazing his, their bond a spark. “Let’s burn him,” she said, her voice fierce, Alessio’s secret buried but burning. They geared up, the city’s shadows waiting, the docks and warehouse a dual battlefield. Marsh’s vengeance, Rosa’s wound, and Dante’s terrorist scheme raised the Syndicate’s threat, a storm threatening their fire. Their brief surrender to passion, their heavy glance, was a beacon, their trust tested but unbroken, ready to face the war together.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.