Fem Dante Novels & Stories

Some looked at her with envy, others with pity, and she hated both. At one point, a sleek woman with raven hair and blood-red lips leaned too close to Dante, her hand curling around his sleeve. “It’s been too long, Dante,” she purred in Italian. “You used to call on me when you needed… company.” Emilia’s stomach twisted violently. Dante’s smile was polite, cold. “That was before.” His arm tightened around Emilia’s waist, pulling her close. “I no longer have the need.” The woman’s eyes flicked to Emilia, her sneer poisonous. “How sweet. The beast thinks himself tamed.” She drifted away, leaving smoke and bitterness in her wake.

"I’m looking for the Dante who said we were our own ruin. Was that just another part of the script?" Dante turned then, and the look in his eyes made her breath hitch. It was the "Intimate Sadism" that defined him—a mixture of agonizing desire and a possessiveness so deep it bordered on the divine. He crossed the room in three long, predatory strides, stopping only when his chest was inches from her face.

Torn silk pooled at her waist, blood still smeared faintly at her lip, her chest heaving. Her eyes found Dante. He stood a step away, chest bare, shirt shredded, bloodied scratches carved down his torso. He looked like war incarnate — ruined and magnificent. For a long moment, neither spoke. Valentina’s laugh came first, hoarse, broken, bitter. “Congratulations. You finally fucked the fight out of me.” Dante’s gaze locked on her, unblinking, his body still taut like a bowstring. “No,” he said quietly. “I fucked the truth out of you.”

he stammered in between laughter. Victor lifted a brow. “I always heard D’Amore ladies are fierce in bed. Yours, though, is somehow surprising. Have you no shame?” “Victor, let my lady be. She is a Vallenis now, so what is there to be ashamed about?” Dante said and stood up. Victor raised both arms in surrender. Dante walked over and stopped behind her, both hands finding her shoulders. She flinched. He leaned over, his lips finding the back of her head. The kiss was firm and lingered.

Dante returned the woman's kiss. His hands were getting rough, squeezed the woman's breast. Slowly, the woman crept down. Dante stretched with a sigh when he felt something soft and wet on the bottom of his stomach. He continued to sigh of pleasure. "Ohhhhh!" He shouted softly as the woman began to rock over him. Suddenly, the woman screamed loudly. Instantly, her body changed. Her face became very ugly and gave off a bad smell.

Lucy took a sip of wine as she spoke. "Ah, it seems to be in Dante." The three of them were surprised by the name; they vaguely remembered it but still didn't have too much of an impression. A few seconds later, Jack called out. "Ah, Fidelia's best friend since childhood, right? She seems to have told us about it once." "Dante? Why is he involved? Didn't Dante live in Germany a long time ago?" Kenny just remembered. Anna didn't quite understand what was happening, but she still knew a little, so she told everyone.

he said chuckling. dante had the height and body of model. his face was narrow but not scholarly, raw boned but not rugged. it was too much combination of both to be either, his eyes were dark blue. his nose was straight while his hair was dark and full, as he smiled, dimples shimmered in his cheeks. He was a man whom men envied and whom women fawned. my heart rolled over in my chest. how can some one be this perfect? I thought. he looked good in any thing he wore.

They both break the kiss and look at the pack. In the night, Xandier looks at Darcy who is wearing a red sexy lingerie. She is looking at him with a sexy smile. She removes her panties and bends on the bed on four legs so that her ass and her hole is visible to him. He gets excited seeing her in that position and he gets a hard on erection. He is not able to take the throbbing pain anymore. He removes his pant and directly enters inside her hole. Darcy stops herself from hissing in pain. She doesn't want to come out as weak infront of him. She wants him to think of her as strong in every way. She bites her lips to suppress the sudden pain. Xandier starts thrusting deep into her making her mo

A woman as beautiful as Natalie shouldn’t feel so broken, right? “It seems I have misjudged you. You are the sexiest woman to ever lie beneath me,” Dante said as he caressed Natalie’s thigh. The woman snorted derisively. “That’s because you want my body. You want to use it to vent your fucking lust!” Dante’s fingers returned to fingering Natalie’s very wet pussy and clit. The woman hissed and closed her eyes. It was already hard for her to hold herself back. “May I?” Dante whispered, without caring about Natalie’s words. He wanted her and didn’t want to delay any longer.

I move toward the door to open it, but Dario stops me. “Please, he isn’t really like this. Let’s go back.” He says, trying to defend whatever Dante was doing on the other side of the door, but all I do is push his hand aside and open the door. I wish I had listened to Dario and turned back. Then I wouldn’t feel as broken-hearted as I did when my eyes settled on them in the room together. Dante had Carmella on her knees, and he had rolled up her hair around his fist as he fucked her from behind. Her eyes were closed as she moaned out in ecstasy. So was Dante’s as he thrusts into her hard.