Fem Dante Novels & Stories

"A girl dressed like this is looking for a sponsor. Let’s see what’s under this–” Before Marcus could finish, a massive, scarred hand clamped around his wrist. A loud crunch echoed over the music as his bone cracked. Marcus let out a high-pitched shriek, his grip leaving from my skin as he was forced down to his knees. "You're making a mess of my tile, Marcus," a deep growl came. Dante. He stood over us, his tailored suit immaculate, but his grey eyes flashing with an unhinged fury. Two security guards stood behind him, their hands resting on their holstered firearms. Dante was the exiled son of the Marchetti empire, yet he commanded his territory within the Famiglia.

I say hello, but Emerson barely says a word, following his daughters to make sure they are okay. I keep an eye on Emerson and my daughters, but more so on Eli. However, when a loud growl rattles the walls of the castle, the room goes silent and I turn to see Dante standing across the room, his eyes dark as he stares at my daughters. “Mate,” my girls say together. “Mates,” Dante growls and begins stalking toward them. The girls run toward Dante and I have to grab Emerson to keep him from interfering. “Remember, the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes,” I tell him, watching as Dante pulls my daughters into his arms, kissing first one, then the other.

If he wanted to sleep with me, it wouldn't take much to hold me down. (I'm not a child molester, Emiliana) Thank God, for that. Thank God I won't be defiled on my wedding night. The thought of Romeo's hands on me still sends a shiver down my spine. I'm so glad he's dead. I don't care if thinking like that makes me a bad person. I'm just happy I didn't have to marry him or kill him. Dante is different. At least I think he is. I'm sure with time, we'll come to some kind of arrangement. If he thinks I'm too young for him, he's free to find himself a mistress. I have no problem with that.

Dante was too good at this. He lifted her from the floor and he wrapped her legs around him, pressing her core firmly to his erect shaft. Janelle gasped as he slid up and down her folds without penetrating her. All of the previous sex she has had in the past couldn’t amount to this, Janelle felt on top of the world. Dante’s mouth found hers and before she knew it, they were battling tongues. One thing Janelle has never dreamed of is locking lips with Dante Fiorelli. He pinned her to his body more and he kept on suckling her tongue. Janelle felt as if she was in heaven.

Dante had mentioned that there were occasionally even pairings such as angels and sirens. The mature female had flowing wavy blonde hair that fell to her waist. Her eyes were bright silver, filled with fire despite the situation she found herself in. She was nude but stood unashamed in front of a crowd who wanted to witness her demise. There was an unmistakable wildfire blazing within her that gave her authority despite being the one inside of the cage.

Fiorella keeps flapping in the water, she's getting weaker by the second and swallowing a whole lot of water. Zelmira simply watches with a nasty and wicked smile on her lips, she can never be as delighted as she is now, even though she has never seen her flirting with Tito before but Fiorella has caught them having s*x the other time and she might open her loud mouth and rant it to Dante, staying with Dante is a blessing, more fame and money even though he's a boring man.

My mind swirled with countless questions. “Are you saying Dante mistreats women?” The question tumbled from my lips, eyes glinting with a mix of fear and curiosity, fixed on Pietro like the bright stars above. Pietro regarded me with pity before humming thoughtfully. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” Pietro began, capturing my undivided attention. “Dante is a formidable warrior, a businessman, a Viking, a Viking mafia. But there’s one thing he isn’t,” he paused, meeting my inquisitive gaze. “He isn’t affectionate, especially towards women. He sees women as mere objects for men’s pleasure or as toys for their satisfaction, nothing beyond t

I will be what you eat and drink as I fill you with my manhood and do more unspeakable actions that will rip you from your innocence. Submit to me, my Aphrodite. For only I can help the ache in your womanhood. For only I can give you what you really deserve. We can explore each other's desires and fulfil our never ending lust. For what do we live for other than to enjoy life? I read the last line with a naughty smile on my face as I bit my lips, looking around at the cherry blossoms before my hands moved on their own accord. My hands traced my exposed thigh, going higher and higher, yet it did not have the same effect as Abigor's cold fingers.

Dante stood in the middle of the room, his wrists tied with a thick silk rope that ran through an eye in the ceiling and tied off on another eye attached to the wall. He was naked, his body fully exposed. Emma, dressed in a tight bustier and her a thong, walked slowly around him, a leather flogger with no less than thirty distinct lashes clutched too tightly in her hand. "I don't want to hurt you." "You won't." "But this thing looks pretty solid."

My voice was crying out as Dante faced hs attention to my other aching breast, grazing its pebbled peak with such a desire that seemed to rip through me. Dante was definitely skilled with his tongue. No doubt about that. His hands trailed to my underwear as be began playing with the hem of my panties. Slowly, he pulled down my panties whilst still sucking me. I helped him pull it all the way down, leaving me completely naked before his lustful orbs. "Dio sto sbavando" Dante gave a throaty and husky groan in Italian feeding his eyes on my naked body. My face heated up even more and my pussy throbbed so much as Dante stared at it.