Fem Dante Novels & Stories

Dante Dante Valentino had seen fear in a thousand different faces, but he'd never seen anyone master it quite like Isabella Romano. She stood in the doorway of her pathetic little restaurant, blocking his entrance like she had any right to refuse him. Her white blouse was stained with red sauce—marinara, he noted absently—and her dark hair was falling out of its bun in messy strands. She looked exhausted. Worn down. Exactly like someone who'd been working herself to death trying to pay off a debt she could never escape.

Nathan, was standing there enjoying the very body I had discarded. "Look at her," Lina hissed right beside me, her voice dripping with pure venom as she clutched her wine glass so tightly I thought the crystal would shatter. "Who does she think she is? Walking in here acting like she owns the place just because she put on a fancy dress?"

Goodness! As he stepped into the kitchen, Dante's eyes fell on Darlyn, who was violently attacking a crying servant. He was momentarily frozen in shock and horror, his palms turning white and his heart stopping for a beat. But then, his gaze was inexplicably drawn to another figure in the room - a stunning woman with curly hair, emerald eyes, and cherry-red lips that seemed to beckon him from across the room. Her hourglass figure and flawless skin only added to her beauty, and Dante found himself inexplicably drawn to her. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, and he felt like he could drown in it. Dante was bewildered by the suddenness and intensity of his attraction. He had never felt

She cried out but Dante paid no heed to her words, mercilessly fucking her pussy. Several more minutes passed and Dante groaned finally reaching his orgasm. He grabbed the slut's waist, filling her up with his cock as he came. "Oh god!!" The slut screamed as she experienced an orgasm too. Dante pulled out of her pussy and got out of the bed, removing condom on him and discarding it. "Get up and leave" he said coldly to the exhausted woman in his bed. "Dante Romano" she got onto her feet weakly, fully naked but Dante's gaze remained on her face as if her body was in no way beautiful enough for his gaze.

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

I all but scream but it falls on deaf ears. Dante reaches for something under my seat, and suddenly the thing jolts backward fully creating a much space at my feet. And to my utter surprise, Dante gets inside. “Making you cum,” he finally answers, carefully situating himself at my feet. This is when I belatedly realize, my legs are still spread as if inviting him between them. Fucking hell, Dante D’Angelo is kneeling at my feet. Without warning, Dante leans right in between my legs inhaling, groaning deeply and I swear I feel myself gush out.

“Yes.” “Now leave, I have business to attend to,” Dante said. * “Dante, Dante!” Emilia called her deaf boyfriend. Dante had his eyes close and his jaw locked on her left shoulder as he pounded furiously in and out of her vagina. Emilia was worn out after the second round and they were well into the sixth round. Dante had even stopped using the condoms and was cumming inside her. Something she wanted years ago, but was now receiving it under odd circumstances.

She covered her body with her scarf but her exposed thigh was enough to arouse Dante. "Hello? Hello?" "I will call you back." Dante hung up and started at the beautiful lady he now calls his wife. Ever since he met Madonna, he hasn't had any intercourse with any woman and he thought he had it under control, but seeing the alluring figure of Madonna made him think otherwise. Without stopping to think, Dante stood up and stroll towards Madonna as she fills his thoughts.

She is a married woman, plus she’s like a worse version of her daughter, Julia. “ No.” I say in-between laughs. “ I’m going to get married to Emilia Peyton.” I say to him Emilia was a better option than Julia and from what I had seen on the media, she was even more beautiful. Scratch that, she was a goddess. She barely said anything on the social media but her beauty was enough to make people worship her. She wasn’t just beautiful, her body was to die for and even a workaholic like me, could never deny that fact.