Devil May Cry Dante Girlfriend Novels & Stories

she said, looping her arm through his like she'd been waiting all morning for the chance. Cairo leaned back in his chair, grinning wide. "Dante, Is this your girlfriend? ooh there I was thinking Emiliano has finally moved passed your mother.” I could see the redness in papa Solanos face as Dante mother was mentioned. “This is First girl you've ever brought home." He winked at me. "Aside from Ivy, of course." Heat crawled up my neck. "I'm not his girlfriend," I said quickly. "I'm Just damage control for Ashcombe." Bitterness swirled in my mouth as I repeated those words.

I asked flooding Drake with so many questions, at this point I was desperate to know what the problem was. “Dante‘s real girlfriend is in the pack, and trust me she is no Vanessa,” Drake said leaving me in shock and utter disbelief.

His heat seeped into me, his scent wrapped around me. And I hated how much I needed both, I hated how he made me feel, I hated that I could hardly control myself around him. "Now." He said, eyes darkening. "Who the fuck put you in a hospital?" I met his eyes. "My ex and my best friend." I said without hesitation. He didn’t blink. "I want revenge, Dante. I want them to suffer, I want them to pay." His smirk was slow, wicked, and utterly feral.

The woman shook her head and turned her eyes at him with her nose was curled. “Who’s Elena Rouge?” She sniffed and her eyes were half bulged out. Her stare at him intensely. A little bit lines were made on her lips as she frowned. Dante inhaled. “Curtis’ stepbrother girlfriend.” “Edward’s girlfriend?” she raised her eyebrow, “I think he’s dating a model.” She narrowed an eye as she looked at Dante. Dante shrugged. “Young, handsome and have a lot of money, Edward can change girlfriend like he changes his boxer, honey.”

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

She covered her body with her scarf but her exposed thigh was enough to arouse Dante. "Hello? Hello?" "I will call you back." Dante hung up and started at the beautiful lady he now calls his wife. Ever since he met Madonna, he hasn't had any intercourse with any woman and he thought he had it under control, but seeing the alluring figure of Madonna made him think otherwise. Without stopping to think, Dante stood up and stroll towards Madonna as she fills his thoughts.

“Lea, you don’t have to be afraid of her.” Dante stepped forward and helped her to her feet before turning a cold look on me. “So you’re the adopted daughter the Vittori family raised?” He wrapped an arm around Lea’s waist possessively. “Let me make something clear. Lea is my girlfriend now. A fake like you doesn’t get to bully her.” The ballroom instantly erupted. “Girlfriend? Dante Blanca is dating Lea?”

But before I could refuse, Dante reached forward and grabbed me roughly by the waist, pulling me flush against his chest. I stumbled, my hand slapping against him as I gasped. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” His lips curved into a dangerous smirk. “You’re my girlfriend, why should I?” he said simply. “That contract,” I hissed, “is over. I already told you that.” Dante’s eyes glinted with amusement as his hand tightened around my waist. “It’s over when I say it’s over.” My jaw dropped slightly at his arrogance. He didn’t even blink.

Then, slowly— “I met a goddess,” she said. “She was… terrifying. And beautiful. And she didn’t like me.” Mark tilted his head. “And you didn’t like her either?” “Not at all. We could barely stand each other, and she's so intimidating.” Aria muttered. He chuckled. “And then?” She leaned in even closer now, her voice dropping further. “I met the devil.” That made him pause. Just for a fraction of a second. Then he smiled again.

Being the outrageous flirt that he was, he continued unfazed, “Do you wanna have coffee with me sometime ?” “Du- ooooo- ude ! What the hell ?! She is my girlfriend !!”, Dante kept up the act. He was such a good beta. Sigh ! “Not anymore if she says yes”, he smugged. “Well ?”, he asked me. I gave the man an incredulous look as if he was seven sorts of stupid, before answering, “What makes you think you are so special that I shall say yes to you ?”, I spat out as I threw him a stinky eye.