Devil May Cry Dante X Reader Novels & Stories

“With my power and your sorry financial state. I could make sure you never see your kids again.” Never see my sons again?! His words sank into my flesh like the venomous fangs of a viper. “Y-you wouldn’t dare.” My voice quivered. Would he? There was no way he would be that heartless. A deep, dark chuckle echoed through the living room. Dante snaked his arm around my waist and pressed my body against his. I stiffened in his hold, frozen with fear, anger, and a strange desire pulsing through my veins. “I’m Dante Romero, sweetheart.” His voice was low with a dangerously seductive edge, and I flushed with heat. “There are a lot of things I would dare that are beyond your imagination.”

*** In the meantime let's see what Gerand and his younger cousin Deny Felixa are up to. "I want to wash up first, I'm not used to sleeping without a shower." "Whatever you say," said Gerand indifferently, who had already taken off his jacket. "You don't sleep shirtless, do you?" Deny asked the older person. So far, Deny has slept with many people, but they are women, not men. Deny is normal, not gay. He likes different types of oranges instead of eating oranges. Then now is Deny's first experience sleeping near a man and that person is Gerand Yosefa!

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.

Of course it did. Dove was right. "Dove was right, Dove was right, Dove was right," the thought looped through me. Maybe I deserved this for being stupid enough to end up here. Through my agony, I could still see the other side of the separate room romantically set up. My jaws dropped to the floor when it opened and she walked in playfully dragging someone. I don't know what I expected. Some stranger, maybe. Standing in full flesh and blood was Dante with his shirt was open and untucked, hanging off his shoulders, the tattoo of my face and name clearly visible across his chest, a bottle of wine in his hand. He was smiling as Risa seductive ran her hands all over him.

From up here, the city glowed like a wound—fires smoldering, broken glass glittering, and the cries of the desperate echoing into the dark. Behind her, Dante’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, like a predator stalking the silence. He had grown quieter in recent weeks, his rage contained but seething like a furnace beneath the surface. The attack two nights ago had proven what they both already knew: there was someone else moving pieces against them. Someone smarter, colder, and more patient than Lorenzo had ever been. Amara didn’t turn when Dante finally spoke. “They call him Il Diavolo,” Dante said, his voice like gravel. “The Devil. An old ghost. I thought he was buried years ago, but

I made it to the front steps before I heard… “Hold it right there.” If Antarctica had a voice, this was it. I turned slightly, and met the sight of the devil himself glowering at me. Dante had stepped out of the car, looking like a character out of a freaking fantasy novel. His top was undone by half and he had his sleeves rolled up. This guy was sin itself. He tried taking a step towards me and stumbled slightly. Dominic was by his side in an instant, reaching out. “Watch out—”

Kade cursed behind me, slamming into me a few more times before he stilled, groaning as he spilled inside me. Dante pulled me up onto the bed, his hands roaming my oversensitive body as he positioned me on my back. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, settling between my legs. Behind me, Kade’s fingers trailed down my spine, teasing, making my stomach clench with anticipation. His voice was lazy and taunting. “She’s still shaking. Think she can take more?” “Oh, she’ll take it,” Dante said, his deep voice thick with amusement. He leaned back against the headboard, stroking himself lazily, watching me like a predator toying with his prey.

I wasn’t suppose to feel this way for a man like him, he was dangerous and despicable, no difference with my father yet I didn’t stop him, I wanted him to keep going. His touch made me forget everything, my thirst, my anger, even my own name. There was only this only him and I wanted him. "Fuck," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot. "You’re so fucking perfect" I opened my mouth to protest, but his hand slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties before I could react. His fingers found me wet, already aching. "So eager," Dante growled, his fingers circling my clit slowly. "You’re so wet for me Carino"

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

I cried, unable to take it anymore. "I'm going to cum Dante!! I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming Dante!" I cried, my hands tightening around his neck, and my hair sticking to my face. "Then cum. Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock. Milk my dick like your life depends on it," dante growled into my ears, pounding into me like a crazed animal. I whimpered, panting and breathes with need. Dante had made his point on both my mind and body I had no choice but to obey him.