Fem Dante Novels & Stories

“Perhaps he should start by liking his female companion willing.” Jesus. I actually said that. I slapped a hand over my mouth. “Dante never had an issue attracting women. Quite the contrary,” Ms. Sterling blabbed as we made our way to the eastern side of the house. “Too many women and too much variety made him jaded. I was beginning to worry.” She shook her head, a reminiscing smile on her thin lips.

Dante reached over, held my hand, and then lifted it to his lips. “What are you thinking about?” Dante asked me. “It’s so elegant and beautiful here. It’s very surreal that I’m actually here,” I said, smiling. “I want to give you the world, Kimmy,” Dante stated. “Why? Why me?” I asked, puzzled. “Kimmy,” Dante whispered and stroked my cheek. “Do you not see what I see? You’re fierce, but sweet. You command a room when you walk into it. The soul behind your eyes sparkles and draws people in.”

She was just overreacting. I have never seen anybody who was not afraid of Dante. Well, until I saw her, she may be an orphan, and she grew up in an orphanage, but she definitely doesn't act like one. I like her attitude, and I like the fact that she is not afraid of Dante. I can also see that Dante is very in love with her. Maybe it is because she is different from the other girls he used to date. I wonder if the Godfather will allow Don Gigolo to continue dating his daughter. I gave Dante that name long ago, but I know he is not a gigolo. He was hurt by that Emma bitch and that is why he was acting out. I do hope Don Ricardo gives him a chance with his daughter.

His eyes moved to her. "Adrian is more than just a real man." Candela snarled proudly. Dante frowned at her. "He is a fucking god. Now get the fuck off me." She ordered. "Say whatever you want, baby. But I am still getting a dose of your pussy which I am sure is wet right now," he said, moving his hand under her skirt. "Dante...." He smirked as he came in contact with her panties. He moved it aside and inserted two fingers into her wet walls.

Dante smirked, his hands gripping her thighs as he flipped her over, her chest now pressed against the counter. “Dante, what are you…” she started to ask, but her question was cut off and he pushed into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her, his pace hard and fast. Lela's hands gripped the edge of the counter, her body trembling with pleasure as he hit that spot inside her again and again. “Fuck, Lee, I'm close,” Dante groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as his thrusts became more erratic. Lela felt herself teetering on the edge, her body trembling with the need for release.

I can see them now — hundreds of women, their eyes wide. "Look at them," Dante says, his cock pressing against my entrance from behind. "Look at everyone watching you. Everyone seeing how fucking desperate you are." "I am," I gasp. "I'm so desperate —" He pushes in. Dante is different from Kael. He moves slower. He takes his time, stretching me inch by inch, making me feel every single inch of him. "Look at her," he says to the crowd. "Look at how she takes it. How she loves it."

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

“If you go through these manuscripts, you will see how similar most of the magic arts are. Doxante magic is unique, made form scratch and it is not a copy of any mediocre magic.” “Wow.” She was shocked and her eyes widened as she flipped through the files. “Yes and that is what makes the Doxante magic honorary. “ “I will continue the legacy, trust me.” “You better do, every body is counting on you to make things better and you are the first female Doxante too, so the pressure is high.” “Are the other Doxante’s still alive?” “Which ones? I only met the one before m and I guess he is somewhere in a southern state, trying to make a good life.”

Dante was beaming, dressed in a fine suit as he stood at an award ceremony. It seemed as if it was for an Italian wine company. Dante owned that legal company? Matthias had thought he only did illegal shit. Scrolling through the web, he couldn't find much about Dante until he came across a link to his I*******m. Tapping on it, he was brought to an account with five million followers. In every photo of Dante, he looked like perfection, gorgeous as sin. He was the true definition of a devil in a suit. If Matthias hadn't seen him kill, he wouldn't have believed it.

Dante opens the door with furrowed brows but his face softens as soon as he sees us standing there. “Do you have a woman in there?” Adelaide fires without wasting a second. Dante's eyes wander in confusion, his hair resting on his wet face and his shirtless chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. It's so obvious that he has been busy and it makes my blood boil. I'm angrier than I should be. My hands clench beside me and he glances over at me as if he can sense it. “A woman?” He asks Adelaide who folds her arms and glares at him.