Devil May Cry Dante X Reader Novels & Stories

Her fingers brushed his cheek, still warm but pale, and something inside her cracked. Tears began to slip from her eyes—slow, silent, and heavy. She hovered over him, her chest heaving, her mind screaming. Please... don’t die on me. But across the room stood the devil himself. DANTE. Unbothered. Cold. Detached. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t even look at Damon bleeding to death. Instead, he stood before the wall like it was a gallery—staring at the photographs of her. His fingers held a cigarette lazily, smoke curling into the dim air like poison.

Dante's pov Dante stands frozen in the doorway his eyes locked on a scene that makes his blood boil so hot he feels like he might explode. Right there in the center of the Persian rug, his brother Lorenzo has his hands all over Danika. Not just a polite touch, but a possessive, filthy grip. Lorenzo’s large hand is cupping Danika’s ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh through her dress, pulling her hips flush against his own. Dante can see the way Lorenzo’s thumb is rubbing dangerously close to the crease of her thigh, a motion that screams intimacy and ownership.

Before I could even step back, an irresistible force wrapped around my waist, pulling me possessively against a broad chest. It was Dante. He wore a pure black silk shirt, sleeves rolled up. Dante looked down at Jax, his eyes so cold they could freeze hell, looking at an ant he could crush at any moment. "Who let this dog bark on Valeriano land?" Dante's voice dripped with blood-curdling murderous intent. Jax turned ghostly white. His legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees. He looked at Dante in sheer terror, then at me, safe in Dante's arms. His lips trembled violently, unable to form a single word.

she spat, even as her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her dress. That was the final straw. Dante ripped the straps of her dress down in one violent motion, exposing her breasts. Before she could protest, he bent down and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her cry out. His hand shoved between her thighs, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside and plunging two thick digits deep into her tight heat. “Still so fucking wet,” he snarled, pumping his fingers roughly. “Trapped with the Devil’s Son for one day and your virgin pussy is already weeping for me.”

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

Dante asked as he stood up too and slowly walked to me like he was afraid I'd run away. I sighed as I finally turned to him. “Xander is my mate. The mate that doesn't want me," For a moment Dante didn't speak, he just looked at me unblinkingly. “Dante," I called, as I waved my hand in front of me and he finally blinked, taking a step back in shock. “You're Xander's mate?" He whispered in disbelief and I nodded,

He laid on her top, still inside her, he looked out the window and again turned to look at her, she saw the smirk and knew something was running inside his Devil brain He dug his head on the crook of her neck and whispered "Didn't I had promised you, Angel, I would make our first time memorable for you making you scream all night, even to heaven hear your scream, make you beg and cum till sun decides to show mercy on you, I kept my Promise, Angel" As his words registered her mind she turned towards the window and saw the sun was ready to rise, he had spread his colour disappearing the dark, and then she looked at him her husband who was admiring her she knew she looked a mess and he would ne

Darina screamed with his eyes closed as he try to control the devil inside him. "What is wrong with you please make love to me I have missed your touch" she raised his hand and placed it on her b*obs. "Go Lucy just leave me" he yelled again trying to control himself. "This is not..." She pause in shock when Darian's growl become louder he opened his eyes and her eyes met with his red eyes, which send fear down her spine. "The devil's eyes" she called weakly and with all her strength she pulled away from Darian as she made her way towards the door.

But as Emilia shifts again, I catch a glimpse of the man between her thighs and suddenly my world goes cold. It's not Luca's fingers digging into her waist. Not Luca's hips rising to meet her. Not Luca's golden-blond hair beneath her hands, not his lips hungrily devouring hers. This isn't her fiancé. But it's not some random guy either. It's Luca's brother, the last man on earth I want to see. Dante Fontaine, the Devil Himself.

“There are a lot of things I would dare that are beyond your imagination.” Dante tilted his head, placing his sinfully enticing lips above my ear. “I’m giving you a choice, Olivia: move in with me or get ready to never see your boys again.” Whatever attraction I felt for him burned to the ground. Note to self, Olivia; Dante Romero might be a masterpiece crafted by God, but he has the heart of the devil. Always remember that. “Fine.” The word tasted like poison as it left my lips. A stupid, satisfied smirk rested on Dante’s face, and I growled, wanting to slap it off.