Devil May Cry Dante X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

"We have to watch this before it expires. Do you want to see?" He held the zip drive Daniel gave him. I took a hard gulp terrified of what we would find on it. "Yes." I brought over his laptop and we hit play. I watched the man I loved with everything I had order two men and a woman to have sex while he discussed drug prices and drops with a man named Dante. Then he had the women and man fuck Dante and got up to address Derek who sat on that disgusting couch calling himself Ethan.

Dante growled, his eyes never leaving hers. A fresh tear slid down. “Dante, please…” she pleaded, but her body was saying the opposite, already dripping onto the bedsheets. He forced her legs open, his cunning smile spreading. “Isn't that one juicy virgin pussy,” he said, and crouched down, his head between her legs. He kissed her inner thighs, slowly descending toward her. Aria hummed, trying to muffle her moans as she clenched the sheets. He hadn't even touched her yet, but the serum was doubling every sensation.

Dante growls into my ear, his surgeon’s precision turned filthy, his grip bruising my hips as he slams deeper, each thrust shaking me to my core. “You’re… you’re my alpha daddies,” I sob, the confession shattering as he drives harder, making my suspended body quake. “You’re my protectors! ” “That’s fucking right,” Elias snarls, the whip in his firefighter hand cracking across my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a burning mark. I whimper from the sharp sting, my body bracing harder against Dante while my chained hands grasp desperately at the links for something or anything to hold onto. “And who are you to us? ”Jaxon demands, the cage fighter in him making it an unbreakable order.

I have never craved for a man as much as I craved for him at that moment, and all I want is for him to raise my dress and make me regret wanting him to stay away from me. Dante does not disappoint. He lifts my dress, letting it hang my waist, and then his large hand explores my backside. I take in my lower lip, fighting the moan that wants to escape my lips. My eyes are shut, and I am enjoying this more than I should.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that we are very much a part of the business they did want in the first place so they have to keep up appearances and make themselves known. If anyone of my guys should be feared it would be Dante. He’s the jokester, the fool everyone thinks can’t be serious. Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

“That’s why I’m going to destroy the entire cycle.” Dante’s smirk faltered as the confidence in his eyes dimmed, and he visibly trembled with his gun in hand. He understood now. He was going to die here. Dante let out a hollow, breathless laugh. “You really think you’re any different from me?” Adrian remained silent. He simply pulled the trigger. The Devil Falls The bullet found its mark, slamming Dante in the chest. He staggered, gasping as his breath hitched. The gun slipped from his fingers and clattered against the floor. He wavered, his notorious smirk fading—his desire to make a clever remark vanished.

Dante asked taking a drag of his cigarette. "How many step- brothers do i have old man? But let me remind you, is the adopted one!" Dexter said as a little hint of loathe flashed across his eyeballs and ofcourse, it wasn't for himself neither was it for dante but his supposed step-brother. Dante stared at his cigarette for some seconds with his not so pink lips pressed into a thin line, he appeared to be in deep thought. "When i talked about delvyn, your expression changed, now what old man?, Are you scared to take the bait??" Dexter asked and then a sly smirk appeared on his face once again.