Devil May Cry Dante X Reader Novels & Stories

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

Doing the mind-blowing things I couldn’t stop thinking about, I couldn’t stop daydreaming about. As his kisses dragged into my cleavage, and he sniffed me there, he let out a strained groan, lapping his tongue against the skin, lighting a fire on his trail. “Fuck, Elena,” he cursed in a gruff voice, “just say the word. Say it,” he urged adamantly, “else I won’t—“ “You wanna hear it so bad, don’t you?” I demanded, my breath biting close to his ear. “Well you can crash and burn in hell for all I care, Atlas fucking Grant.”

It’s like a waging war inside my mind and body, one conflicting with the other every time I am close to him. “Coming,” I say as I place the wine glass on the side table and make my way to the door. It’s gone ten at night, surely Xander has work to catch up on. Opening the door my jaw feels as if it has dropped to the ground. Dante stands there looking more handsome than a man ought to. He wears black jeans, a black designer, Versace T-shirt that stretches tightly across his impressive physique, displaying tattoos on his arms. His sandy colored hair is ruffled, like he has been raking his fingers through it with exasperation.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

With a muffled moan, her climax hit her. Dante looked up at her, his mouth wet with her juices. He stood up and untied the handkerchief on her mouth and then he kissed her. She tasted her juices on his lips and she liked it. He took her hand and directed it to his very hard and erect cock. "You have to help me now, is that okay?" he asked her. "Yes" she replied. "kneel" he ordered. Camilla got on her knees obediently, she was at eye level with his cock which was gutting out and could barely be contained by his trousers.

She barely acknowledges him, except for the faint smile that brushes her face and immediately replaces it with a passive look. Laurel sits between them and all the while, she doesn't say a word. She is not oblivious of her surrounding, he knows it. Her face shows it all. He can sense the tension in the room. The expectancy. Maybe his subconscious already foresaw this and made sure he wears nothing other than black. A black suit, black T-shirt a black trouser and a red tie. He is the devil in this case. He can sense it. They don't hate him. They don't hate the extent he will take this to get answers. Not yet. Not until they see him questioning a family that is still in shock. A family current

“You’re walking straight into a warzone.” Dante opened the car door. “Good. That’s where I belong.” Before climbing in, he looked once more at the bridge. The two bodies swayed gently in the wind, blood still dripping into the black water below. He whispered, almost to himself, “You wanted the Devil.” Then he got into the car. “Now you’ll have him.” The convoy roared back to life, speeding away from the bridge. Behind them, the note fluttered in the wind, the blood on it still fresh.

Serena POV “If I do it again, what would you do?” he asked. Before I could say a word, Dante looked into my eyes and nodded his head. He locked his lips onto mine, I tried to pull away but he grabbed my waist again with both hands. “What are you doing?” I asked as my eyes were closed also. He kept breathing to me as his lips didn't leave in, oral to oral, lips to lips, his breath on mine. “I am the real devil that you think I am and nothing changes that” He said and he slowly released me.

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.