Donatello X Reader Novels & Stories

Martino stroked the fine hair on top of her head, "Why are you crying again, aren't you happy that you did well in the exam?" "I was so happy... Ooohhhh..." Sobbing with joy and reddening her eyes, Donatello walked in and saw the scene, his brain swelling, had Mr Martino upset the lady again? Elena's emotions came and went as fast as she could and withdrew from his embrace to see Donatello standing more than a moment away, "Donatello! I came 15th in the province! Isn't that awesome?" "Mrs Elena sure is awesome! It's still paying off after all this time." Elena and Donatello's relationship was becoming more and more friendly, and of course part of that was Donatello trying to please his futur

“My last name isn’t Moretti.” Donatello lowered his head, his wrinkly fingers tracing the edges of her jawline. I pulled her away from him, desperate to keep him off. “I told you to get away from her,” I growled. “Why?” he asked, eyes threatening. “Are you scared that she’ll never look at you the same way again after finding out?” Painfully, the truth sat in his question. I breathed shakily, my eyes ignoring Olivia’s curiosity. “A…Axel?” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s he talking about?”

Lorenzo, Mariano, Gianna, each one silent, watching as the screen bloomed to life. A chamber bathed in candlelight appeared and there he was, Donatello. His face, once polished cruelty, was now distorted. Berlin had marked him. Scars webbed across his left cheek and jaw. The flesh had been stitched poorly, cruelly. But his eyes… those hadn’t changed. Still glacial. Still dead. He smiled. “Hello, Talana.” Gianna recoiled. Lorenzo’s knuckles whitened on the desk. “I was going to send roses. But fire seemed more fitting.”

“After my past…..I can’t seem to be intimate with anyone….” I frown as sadness hits me. She had endured so much and she was still standing strong so it just sucks to hear this. “What about Donatello…..don’t you find him attractive?” She blushes which warms my heart. “He’s the only guy that I’ve ever been attracted to after…..everything but he doesn’t even like me that way….” I roll my eyes. “Girl, even a blind man could see how Donatello looks at you….he definitely likes you and I’m one hundred percent sure about that.”

I was standing still in between these two men and I could feel the temperature in the room increase. “Lorenzo,” Author’s Note:- Hey guys, do leave your comments below and like the book. Do follow me if you haven’t. Love you all, Take care.

RATED SCENES AHEAD SO PLEASE IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE OR COMFORTABLE WITH SMUTS, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU. Aria's POV. "Hmm." I moaned as I rubbed Don Luciano's hot semen from my chest to all over my nipples properly, fondling and stroking them as he watched me with a lustful gaze. His dick hardened at the sight of me touching myself as I completely took off my top, which was almost soiled with cum.

“I see why she might not. Some of the things in the letter were from woman to woman.” Donatello turned to my mate, trying to read his face to check if what I was saying was true. Too bad Kaden had the best poker face on the planet. “Raphaela is not with me,” Donatello answered through gritted teeth. I smiled, my hand covering my mouth. “So you are doing this kind of shopping for her. Is it a gift?” The councilman flinched backwards at my sudden interest. His body radiated discomfort as he tried to find the words to my question.

As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him. I am touching myself and trying to remember how Vin stared at me last night, and then I reached my peak when his smirk and lip bite flashed on my mind. When I’m finished touching my self. I immediately went out and trying to find Zilo the owner of this club. Why am I seeing hot guys around? Well I guess this party isn't bad at all. I am glad that i come here. "Hey" someone approached me. "Uhmm, Hi" "Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?"

“You have no idea. Every time you shift, your nipples rub against that thin shirt. It’s driving me crazy, Lexi.” I looked down. Yeah, they were obvious. Hard and begging for attention. “Stop looking at them,” I said, but I arched my back a little on purpose. “Can’t help it.” His hand slid higher, fingertips slipping under the edge of my shorts. “You’re wet, wanna bet?” I rolled my eyes. “Damon!” “Am I wrong?” He leaned closer, voice low and teasing. “Say it. Tell me the truth.” I swallowed hard. My heart was racing. “Maybe. A little.”