Devil May Cry Dante X Reader Novels & Stories

I move toward the door to open it, but Dario stops me. “Please, he isn’t really like this. Let’s go back.” He says, trying to defend whatever Dante was doing on the other side of the door, but all I do is push his hand aside and open the door. I wish I had listened to Dario and turned back. Then I wouldn’t feel as broken-hearted as I did when my eyes settled on them in the room together. Dante had Carmella on her knees, and he had rolled up her hair around his fist as he fucked her from behind. Her eyes were closed as she moaned out in ecstasy. So was Dante’s as he thrusts into her hard.

The intrusion was so delicious, so intensely intimate, I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. "That's it," Dante praised between strokes. "You taste like heaven, amore mio." His fingers joined the assault, one sliding through my wetness before circling my entrance. When he pushed inside, just one finger, while his tongue returned to my clit, I shattered. "Dante!" My scream echoed off the walls as my hips bucked wildly against his face. The climax ripped through me with brutal force, muscles clenching and releasing in rhythmic spasms I couldn't control.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon. "Only my blood? That's all? How to kill him? Doused him with blood?" Iris asked Eva and occasionally looked at the lemon that Tommy had given her. Eva deliberately held back her words as her hands worked deftly to put Iris' blood into the glass tube and then gave the blood back to her. "Devils will burn if they are exposed to your blood. Only one condition... The blood must enter the heart." Iris immediately touched her forehead, and she was almost shaky because of Eva's extraordinary level of imagination. Is the devil afraid of her blood? So how do you get the blood into the heart?

“It’s about the girl.” The girl whose pussy I can still smell all over me. Instead of mentioning that, I decide to play dumb and ask, “What girl?” “Diavolo, don’t blame dumb. You know what girl I’m talking about. My fucking fiancée,” he whispers harshly. I can’t help but smile. Yes, I’m fucked up, but knowing how up in arms he is over his fiancée, one would think if he really cared about her, he wouldn’t have gambled with her life the way he did.

This wasn't the Dante Salvatore who ruled through fear and cold precision. "Is this redemption from the Lord?" I continued, almost to myself now. "Was the nun that pure that her presence drove the demons that worry me away?" Silence. I picked up the glass again, swirling the whiskey. Watching it catch the light. "Il diavolo non merita redenzione, " I murmured. "Ma forse... forse il diavolo ha bisogno di un angelo per ricordargli cosa ha perso." The devil doesn't deserve redemption. But perhaps... perhaps the devil needs an angel to remind him what he's lost.

I all but scream but it falls on deaf ears. Dante reaches for something under my seat, and suddenly the thing jolts backward fully creating a much space at my feet. And to my utter surprise, Dante gets inside. “Making you cum,” he finally answers, carefully situating himself at my feet. This is when I belatedly realize, my legs are still spread as if inviting him between them. Fucking hell, Dante D’Angelo is kneeling at my feet. Without warning, Dante leans right in between my legs inhaling, groaning deeply and I swear I feel myself gush out.

“That you want to be bound to my brother. Is that what you want, Amara?” Dante had dropped his hand in favor of also staring in anticipation. Something about the way she had said my name made my stomach tighten. Grey eyes searched through mine for any semblance of a lie and I was all too reminded of how awfully similar the DeLaurentis siblings were. I lifted my chin just a little, and with the grace of someone who had been groomed to perfection, I nodded. “Yes,” I turned to Dante, and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips. He didn’t move or react as I’d thought he would. But I could have sworn I felt the ghost of a stiffen.

Hearing this, Dante seemed to change into a different person. He squinted fiercely as he subconsciously held the glass more and more tightly. Deep down in his phoenix eyes, there seemed to be surging waves. His thin lips were curled into a cold line, and the outline became sharp. At that moment, Giovanna saw that Dante was intimidating as if he had become a devil from hell that could swallow a person alive and wouldn't even spit out the bones. Giovanna trembled in her heart as she knew she had touched his tender spot.

Dante and Sabastain might have been brothers, but they had very little in common, least of all in their physical attributes. Although both men were impressively tall, Dante was obviously taller. While Dante was as dark haired and brown eyed as their father, Sabastain had taken after his impressive maternal genes with the sexy blue eyes and honey blonde hair that many found mesmerizing, Along with that cocky heart melting smile that was to die for and the confident swagger that reinforced his devil may care attitude. He was indeed the typical playboy and a serial heartbreaker.