Donatello X Reader Novels & Stories

Very long. Meanwhile, in the quiet little town far away, Renata bit her lip hard inside the darkened bedroom. Her body was still burning. Her slick fingers paused between her thighs as she read his reply. Shame scorched her cheeks, but the desire already raging inside her forced her to keep writing—describing every touch, every thrust, every dirty word that had been whispered in her dream. Dominic read every word carefully, his breathing growing heavier. The towel around his waist felt tighter by the second.

Sofia wasn't alone. Donato Vallocchi stood by the balcony doors, his silhouette framed by the rain-lashed glass of the city skyline. He looked like a statue of refined greed, his suit immaculate even in the gloom. He held a glass of dark liquid, swirling it with the casual arrogance of a man who already owned the room. "Dante," Donato said, his voice smooth as oil. "You’ve spent so much time building walls that you forgot the most dangerous enemy is the one who knows how to open the gate."

”Hey…Dante,can you pass me my clothes please? Dante raised his head from the bed and saw Renee face and a her sexy figure through the glass. She was quite close to the door so he could see her figure quite clearly. His Adam’s apple moved,convulsively and he felt a ferocious fire running through his lower abdomen. This girl…was she intentionally torturing him. He took a deep breath,his eyes darkened for a moment and he tried hard to hold his surging desire. “What do you need?” “Pan…underwear…and…and a nightdress.”

“I do hope that you haven’t missed me too much. You know, your beauty seems to be great company, but she is too loyal to you for my liking.” “Let her go, Ianos.” Donatello said, glaring at him. “Your fights are with me. She has nothing to do with them.” “Oh, but then again, that is where you are wrong, Donatello.” He said, licking my mate’s neck, right where he cut her. She frowned, wanting to pull away from him only for him to dig his nails on her waist. “She is the chosen one, and I believe that the two of us know what that means, no?”

I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt. “Dante—fuck—it’s too much—” “It’s perfect,” he growled against my ear, curling those fingers just right while the toy pulsed relentlessly. “Look at you, baby. All dressed up like the most elegant woman in the city, legs spread in the back of my Rolls, stuffed full and dripping down my hand. My perfect, touch-starved little butterfly.”

she yells holding her ears. “Alright... Alright...knock it off, rest up early,” Adonis smiles as he kisses her softly. Caitrona looks at him in a seductive way. “Why? Is Uncle DD scared? Why don't...” “You...” Adonis blushes. “You stoop so low, you little devil,” he cusses. Caitrona laugh with a snort. _ CAITLYN APOLLINARIS LUCAN Caitlyn sats on her white couch with tears rolling down her cheeks as she glue her eyes to the TV. “Donnie Dellucci!” she stutters hearing the words that was coming out from Adonis's mouth.

He leaned down and kissed her, she fisted her hands in his hair and pulled at his curls as she kissed him back. Dante picked her up and placed her on his desk. His hands unbuttoned her blouse quickly. He discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. "Naughty girl" he whispered. Camilla gasped as Dante took one of her nipples into his mouth while his fingers slowly rubbed her other nipple in between them. "Danteeee!" Camilla cried out in a long moan. Dante released her nipple from his mouth and looked at her. "You do know you have to be quiet or else you want me to gag you" he warned.

After all, in this world, no one does shit for people out of the goodness of their hearts and I knew for certain that Donatello wanted something in return. As to what he wanted was still unclear for me. He hadn't exactly been open about what he was interested in and always used excuses or brought up the past to show how ‘sincere’ he was about redeeming himself. I knew he wasn’t doing well in his businesses, so if it was contacts he wanted then it was understandable…but I had a feeling that wasn’t it. Later on, after Gustav reported that his job was done and that he’d taken care of the body, Rico and I walked back to the car, deciding it was finally time to head home.

Her eyes got wet as she sucked him hard. Donato leaned his head back. His eyes were half closed. But he was not really thinking about Sofia. He was thinking about the woman from the party. Serena. Her green eyes. The way she looked at him without fear. The way she said no so calmly. No one said no to him. Ever. He grabbed Sofia’s hair tighter and pushed harder into her throat. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Suck it like you mean it.” Sofia made a moaning sound around his cock. Her hands moved on the bottom part as she worked faster. Donato came with a deep grunt. He shot his cum down her throat. She swallowed all of it. Then she looked up at him with hungry eyes and wiped her mouth.

Luciana stood up, her bandaged arm drawing Donatello's attention. “Viktor told me what happened,” Donatello said. He moved closer, attempting to touch her arm. “Let me see. Are you in pain?” His voice laced with mockery. Luciana recoiled, as she flung her arm away from his reach. “Get your filthy hands off me." Donatello burst into laughter. “I just want a little chat.” He coughed, his eyes glinting. “I’ve been wondering… do you ever think of your father?”