Donsilver Toxic Attraction Novels & Stories

Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat, the scent of expensive liquor mixing with cheap perfume. The bar was bathed in shifting colored lights, illuminating crystal glasses filled with dark amber liquid. Strippers moved languidly, their bodies twisting around poles, their laughter dissolving into the music. Dante barely noticed any of it. His throat was dry, but he wasn’t here for a drink. His mind was locked on one thing—Nonna. He forced his shoulders to stay relaxed as he strode toward the VIP section, though his pulse pounded like a war drum.

Silver and Smoke ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​Silver doesn't just cut a wolf; it burns. It acts like a neurotoxin, turning the blood into molten lead and sending shockwaves of agonizing heat through the nervous system. ​But as I lay in the pristine, sterile bed of the Alpha’s private recovery suite, the fire in my shoulder was nothing compared to the inferno in my mind. ​Astra.

Silver’s POV “Say something,” he urged. The annoying truth was that I was more hurt by Raid pushing me to accept than by Triscade finding out I had feelings for another. “He is bad news for you, Silver. He walks with danger, sleeps with it even. I don’t think there’s a single day he doesn’t plan to kill someone.” “Don’t do that,” I muttered between heavy breaths. “Don’t try to paint him as the villain.” “I’m not painting anyone!” he retorted sharply.

I can't afford to look like one of the girls who work here. In the washroom, I powder my nose, reapply my lipstick then stand back to look at myself. I've got nothing to worry about. This dress has a deep decolletage that shows off a good amount of my boobs. Enough to look sexy but not slutty. Paired with silver stilettos, I look good enough to eat. I don't need anyone to tell me that. Running a hand through my hair which is in curls today, I walk out. I've only taken two steps away when someone grabs my arm and slams my back on the wall. I act on instinct, lifting my knee and trying to hit them in the crotch but they move back, having seen that coming. Then a large hand is on my neck, squee

“Don’t tease me. Fuck me like you mean it.” Dante grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicked his fingers, and pushed two inside Giovanni without warning. He scissored them roughly, curling them to hit that perfect spot until Giovanni was writhing and cursing. “More,” Giovanni demanded, voice wrecked. “I want your cock.” Dante slicked himself generously and lined up. He thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Giovanni cried out, back arching, nails digging into Dante’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

Holly was here, and I would not leave her side. So when the door opened without warning, my chest tightened. Giovanni stepped in. Silver hair. Linen suit. Eyes sharp as glass. He didn’t belong here. Not in this room. Not near her. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice low, dangerous. He smiled faintly, as if the tension didn’t touch him. “Family doesn’t need invitations.” I stood, blocking his view of Holly. “You’re not welcome.” He raised a brow. “I came to see her. To see you. To see if the Don is still standing.”

"From the smile on your face, I will assume you are aware of the reason." "You are right. I know the reason and you should too, after all, that is a key factor in this game we are playing. I came here for that sole reason." Draven remarked, bedazzled at his assistant's cluelessness. "I'm sorry boss, but I don't think I understand what's being said." His assistant remarked, flashing a sheepish grin. He stepped back, to avoid getting smacked. "The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother.

Elena sat in a leather armchair, a teacup balanced perfectly on her knee, her expression hardening into absolute venom the moment she saw me. Across from her sat Enzo Valenti, an older man with silver-streaked hair and a tailored suit that practically screamed old money and spilled blood. Next to him was a younger woman—presumably his daughter. Immaculately dressed in a conservative cream dress, her manicured fingers twisting a diamond ring on her left hand. And then there was Frank. He was standing behind his massive mahogany desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms, a glass of amber liquid halfway to his lips. When his eyes met mine, his jaw tightened so hard I heard the click of h

So to make it up to me, the bitch who controls all the strippers in my clubs promised me a good lay today. Hopefully, she does because I waste a lot of my money on them. Still contemplating on how I'm gonna ditch the two boys, a girl walks into my club looking like a sinful angel that just got kicked out from heaven. And like the angel she is, she grabs every present man's attention to herself but she doesn't look interested. She is wearing an extremely short, sleeveless lace white dress that has a deep v - neck that exposes a long silver chain disappearing in the valley of her breasts.