Donatello X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

He questioned and I nodded my head almost immediately, trying so hard to compose myself and ignore Kathleen’s continuous cry for her mate, He suddenly opened the door wide enough for me to step in, and once I did, I met him. Alpha Damon Donovan. He was seated on a one seater white couch with most of his buttons left undone, and fuck, I couldn't stop myself from staring at his chest, Everything about this man was screaming hot! And for a second, I found myself drooling over his masculinity, He raised his head slowly to stare at me, and that was when I heard Kathleen call again, this time with an even more excited tone,

Belle giggled because it is becoming obvious that her friend finds Mr Donatello to be interesting. Milana rolled her eyes “I am going on a date with him, atleast I need to know his date history and be sure I won't appear on blogs” From what she researched he had a lot of relationship scandals, he is alleged to have dated a lot of high society women including celebrities and their relationship is said to last for only a month or two. But the thing was she only saw names of alleged people he dated but no pictures of them together.

he breathed, his lips grazing her earlobe, "you are so exquisite when you let yourself surrender to me." Her breath hitched as his fingertips traced a delicate path down her spine, setting her skin ablaze with a fervent desire she struggled to contain. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the intoxicating presence of Donovan, the guy who held her captive in more ways than one. "Donovan," she whispered, her voice a fragile plea in the encroaching darkness, "I-I'm not sure if I'm ready for this." His grip tightened imperceptibly, a silent command that silenced her protest. "You'll learn to be ready, my dear," he assured, his tone unwavering. "Tonight, you'll once again experience the depths

Rena backed up, taking a position supporting her body with her hands and knees as usual after shoving the laptop onto the nightstand and pushing all her books to the floor. "Like a dog!" I laughed again. I slid down the zipper and panties revealing the size of the thing Rena wanted so badly and commanded, "Open your mouth!" She obediently did my bidding. I thrust out the large shaft which filled her warm mouth and sucked hard. Lightness immediately surrounded my head until it felt like it was flying. The throbbing there encouraged my waist to dig deeper. The liquid from between Rena's sexy lips and mine seemed to drip. "Really like a dog." I pressed her head to swallow deeper, pulled it back

“You’re not a whore. You’re wonderful and you’re mine. What do you want to do about Donatello?” “I want him gone,” I replied, “he’s controlled my whole life.” Cesare started playing with the nipple of my other breast again. I whimpered and mewled, like a kitten that was being petted in just the right spot. “Oh, I like those sounds that you make. I’ve dreamed about them, you know?”

“I have told you what to do and you are expected to carry it out.” “Yes, boss.” Marcello said and turned to go. When he was out of the door, Donatello looked down at his hand and sighed. It was still bleeding, but he did not mind. As he walked towards his table, he heard the door open. “What the fuck do you want this time?” he yelled as he turned. “Nothing much, just you.” a feminine voice answered When Don caught sight of the person, his hand quickly went to his back, but it was too late, she had already seen it.

] Then I turned off my phone and slept, dreamlessly, all night. (Donatello's POV) Donatello hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. Every report from his men was the same. Nothing. His phone pinged. It was the document from Chloe. Donatello had never been this nervous, not even when facing down his most ruthless enemies. He'd expected accusations, anger. But all he saw were two cold lines: "Didn't read it." "Leave me alone. You're bothering me." Donatello froze. The ten thousand words he had agonized over all night, writing and deleting, over and over again.

he said, his tone hardening for a second as he grew protective “therefore, as my mate, I don’t think that you’re expecting me to share you…” “Dante, can you please help me with the zipper?” I asked, walking out of Dante’s room. Dante’s eyes widened in surprise and taking sight of Leonardo who was standing in front of Dante as the two men spoke. Dante cleared his throat as he looked at me, and shaking his head, Leonardo smirked at his mate’s reaction. “You look…” Dante said, taking a step toward me as he went to stand behind me “fucking gorgeous”