Fem Dante Novels & Stories

"...Our Didi, aka workaholic #2, has a crush on the dark Italian guy outside. Wow! I just hope there's no misunderstanding. However, I wouldn't say no if Didi left me even one opening." "It will never happen," I cut him off immediately as I take my seat across from him. "She's so pretty... I could make her beautiful babies, you know?" "I don't doubt it for a second. Just don't say that with Santo around." Henry sits back in his chair and hands me a set of papers to fill out and sign quickly. "Ah. So that's him, Santo. Let me tell you, he's even scarier in person... He's the kind of handsome guy all the women have to throw themselves at, right?"

I follow Callum into the main room again. Dante is still there, with Luna strapped up, her body trembling but her will unbroken. She hasn’t given in yet, and honestly, it’s amazing to watch her hold her ground. “She was right there, so close, and now she’s practically shaking with frustration,” Dante’s voice is dark, dripping with satisfaction. The words send a ripple through the room, everyone captivated by the scene unfolding before them. Callum’s arm wraps around me, pulling me tightly against his solid frame. “She’s going to break soon. I can feel it,” Dante announces with a predatory grin.

Dante didn’t waste a second of time; his thumb brushed my clit three times in quick hard circles and then he curled his fingers back around and plunged two into my wet channel as far as they would go. Biting my lip hard I fought the urge to cry out because god that felt good. Better than good. It felt amazing. Or maybe I wanted this just the way it was. Quiet, secret. A silent fuck you to the patriarchy of families like these. “You feel-“ Dantes words were cut off and his head snapped around as a man lumbered toward. “Ritches.” He nodded his head politely and then froze. His eyes scanned the scene in front of him and he rolled his lips together, his eyebrows raised.

I didn't recover from the immense pleasure when he removed his face,licked his lips dry of me and thrust himself inside me, my eyes rolled backwards, I was In another world of pleasure,he kept thrusting inside me continuously then suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my neck, I gasped when i realized Dante had just marked me. He licked the place he bit, still thrusting into me roughly,the familiar feeling of explosion erupted inside me, Dante stilled inside me for a while and then pulled out. “You are mine now Luna,fully mine”

"It hurts..." Dante paid no heed, his attention solely focused on tormenting one breast while his mouth eagerly attended to the other. Lani felt a pervasive heat throughout her body, her dress having been pulled up and her straps falling loose. Dante, now completely lost in primal desire, had transformed from his earlier demeanor of restraint into a wild beast.

Dante She looks like a dream with her dark hair splayed all over the pillows and her fingers shoved inside her cunt. The way her mouth opens and she screams my name over and over, letting her orgasm control her makes me harder than I have ever been before. This woman will undo me and I don’t give a shit. I want her. I want Kenna Bodega to be my everything. Literally.

A request laced with something raw, something desperate. “Please touch me.” My breath caught. For a moment, the storm outside was nothing compared to the one brewing inside of me. -------------- Matteo A slow, satisfied smirk curled my lips as I stepped into my room. Dante had been too easy to fool. Pathetic. I almost wished he’d put up more of a fight, but no—he swallowed my act without hesitation. The great Dante Lombardi, the man everyone feared, reduced to a weak, lovesick fool because of his wife. His weakness.

"Dante Romano." And Isabella had gone silent. Then small. Then broken. Dante played it again. Just to hear that moment. Just to hear the exact second when she understood. His cock was hard. Painfully hard. The kind of hard that made thinking straight impossible. Because the thing was, Isabella was one of the few women who could handle how he fucked. Most women wanted tenderness. Wanted to be treated like delicate flowers. Wanted romance and softness and all that bullshit that made men weak.

Dante's pov Dante stands frozen in the doorway his eyes locked on a scene that makes his blood boil so hot he feels like he might explode. Right there in the center of the Persian rug, his brother Lorenzo has his hands all over Danika. Not just a polite touch, but a possessive, filthy grip. Lorenzo’s large hand is cupping Danika’s ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh through her dress, pulling her hips flush against his own. Dante can see the way Lorenzo’s thumb is rubbing dangerously close to the crease of her thigh, a motion that screams intimacy and ownership.

"The Don changed the papers yesterday. They said Alessia went to Ashpoint, in my place." The great dome of the cathedral seemed to spin above him. "What did you say?" Dante's grip on her shoulders was so tight it threatened to bruise her collarbones. "If she was the one who went to Ashpoint, then the car that drove past me this morning..." "Consigliere," a voice called urgently from the door. "Consigliere! The wedding isn't over, where are you going?!" Dante shoved her away as if he'd been burned. He didn't answer. Still in his tailored wedding suit, he grabbed the car keys and a Glock from the table and strode out of the cathedral doors.