In The Hand Of Dante Book Novels & Stories

I called out as I reached out my left hand for a shake. He lifted his brow at me before he glanced at my bandaged right hand. Dante didn't look pleased to see the hand, but he still took my left hand with his for a firm shake. Dante shifted his eyes to Ella. "And you must to the beautiful Ella..." He commented as he offered her his right hand. Ella hesitantly reached out her right hand and tensed when Dante pulled her hand up and pressed his lips to her knuckles. Annoyance lingered at the back of my throat at the few seconds he held her hand in his.

I didn't know what it all meant, and part of me started to think that maybe I was crazy. The next morning, I awoke with a pounding headache, the lingering effects of the alcohol, and I had to move cautiously to avoid dizziness. Stumbling around my room, I started unpacking my college bag and throwing books on my desk. As I did so, one of the books fell and hit the floor, revealing the page I had marked. As I bent down to pick it up, my eyes fell on the image of a demon - its large, dark wings, sharp claws, and terrifying face. That's what I saw last night. It had to be a demon. But Cole fought it immediately without thinking.

Then she saw it—an open book resting on the side table, with Dante’s reading glasses folded neatly beside it. He’d been here recently. Emilia sat down carefully, more out of curiosity than anything else. She glanced at the book—Il Principe by Machiavelli. Of course. The idea of Dante reading that made something stir in her chest—half amusement, half dread. She didn’t hear the footsteps until they were right behind her. “You shouldn’t be here.” Emilia froze. Her shoulders tensed as she turned slowly to see him—Dante, dressed in black, hair damp from the rain, a towel draped around his neck like he’d just come in from the courtyard.

Dante’s POV Dante’s breath hitched the moment the curse left his mouth. For a second, he froze above her like he was shocked by the way his body reacted. Iris felt the change too. His body was warm, tense, and heavy with a hunger she had never seen in him before. His hand was wrapped around the back of her thigh, and she could feel the tightness in his grip. He held her like he had been starving for her for years and finally lost the little control he had left.

I was starting to realize didn’t feel as solid as it should. I dragged a hand through my hair. Get it together. I turned to leave… “Enjoying the view?” I froze. Slowly, I turned back. Dante hadn’t stopped yet. Not really. He was still in form but his eyes were on me now. Did he know II was there the entire time? Heat rushed up my neck. “I wasn’t…” “You were,” he said calmly. The bag stilled as he caught it with one hand and we were both silent.

My fingers trembled as I unlocked the door. The handle turned slowly. The door opened. Dante stood there. He had blood all over his shirt. On his hands. On his jaw. His expression was unreadable. “It’s clear,” he said quietly. Behind him, down the hallway— I saw movement. Not one. But several shadows were shifting at the far end of the corridor. Not his men. Too many. Too silent. My stomach dropped. Dante didn’t turn around. He was still looking at me. But his grip on the gun tightened.

“Emphasis on the madness Dante, I want you to be in the worst position possible.” Dante raised his other hand in the air then, and I was waiting for it to land on my face when he suddenly shoved me towards a bookshelf. The instant my back collided with the book shelf, I crashed to my knees and a cluster of books at the top of the shelf rained on my head. The impact of these heavy and dusty books left a sharp pain in the middle of my head. “I bought you with my hard earned money Aurelia,” He resembled a monster now, hovering above me with a maniacal grin on his face. “The fact that you attempted to force me to free you by involving the moon nuns has complicated things for you.

Guiding my hand downward, he placed my fingers directly against him. I gasped softly at the contrast. He was scorching hot, his skin smooth but wrapped around pure, unyielding muscle. I gently closed my hand around him, moving my palm in a tentative, slow stroke. Dante let out a ragged, guttural moan, his eyes closing for a brief second as his head fell into the crook of my neck. "Uhhmm... Nina," he rasped, his breath burning my skin. "You’re so incredibly wet. You smell so fucking good... I can't wait to take you."

he responded and Mj tried to laugh as he continued to drown her in affection. After a few minutes Dante set Mj back on her feet and turned her to face the shelves. Mj inhaled the scent of old glue and inked paper as she leaned into the shelves to get a better look at the titles. Mj started to giggle, “Dante the title of this book is almost an entire paragraph,” and she snatched it off the shelf but before she could open it Dante grabbed it away from her and his fingers turned almost white from the grip. “You had to pick this one first,” he growled and Mj’s breath caught in her throat as she watched his eyes flash from their beautiful pools of hopeful blue and green to black and then back

he said and intertwined his fingers with mine the same way Luca had done on my first morning in his house, and I braced myself to ask him. "Are you Luca," I asked, but he did not answer. "Do not fall for the idea of me but for me," he said, and I did not understand. He kissed the back of my hand and then pulled me close for a kiss. I let him, wondering how far my dream would go again. I felt his hand on my thigh moving up, and I moaned, anticipating it. His hand finally touched my mound, and I moaned strongly. I felt electricity all over my body.