Shrek X Donkey Novels & Stories

Warning! Explicit sexual content. Isla~ The entire room was shaken by the moans of both myself and Dante. I had climaxed twice already but that didn't stop me from grinding against him as I took the entire length of his cock inside me. My entire body shook with excitement and need. With every thrust, I felt my world shattering over and over again. Dante was indeed a stallion. He wasn't the first man I ever had sex with, but there was something about the way he handled me. He let me dominate every now and then, like how I was currently riding him.

A sigh escaped my lips, already growing tired of the back and forth. My fingers wrapped around a familiar metal tucked behind me, and my gun was retrieved with practiced ease. With the muzzle of my gun pressed against his forehead, I spoke again. “Who? Sent. You?” He was shaking, and every fiber of his being was evidently consumed with fear. He mumbled inaudibly at first before he started to make coherent statements. “It was a man. They call him Don, that's all I know,” he squealed, trying his best to hold back a sob that threatened to escape.

“Enough. If you ask me, she's blocked the whole family! Don't take it to heart, Raphael.” “You're right about one thing, she forgets her place more every day! If she won't apologize, she shouldn't bother coming back!” “Shut up!” Raphael's eyes went red as he roared. “The one who forgets her place is you! Scarlett is my Donna. If she isn’t coming back here, where else would she go?” “I'm warning you one last time: watch your mouth!” The line went quiet for a beat. Then came Serena's cold laugh.

In the past, it might have stirred a trace of sympathy. Enzo laughed quietly. Monica mistook the sound for softening, for mercy, for forgiveness. She cried even harder. "Yes, I love you, Don. I've always loved only you—" She did not finish the sentence. Enzo drew back his leg and kicked her with all his strength, straight into her swollen abdomen. "Ah!!!" The scream ripped through the hall. Monica flew backward several feet and slammed into the leg of the champagne tower table. Glass shattered across the floor.

The force of him made my elbow buckle. He fucked me harder now. Brutal, relentless. The kind of fucking that shook my bones, that made my thighs tremble. I thought my knees would snap from the pressure. My eyes rolled back, drawing in the force of his cock pounding me. The sound of skin slapping against skin, our ragged moans, his deep groans, filled the air like a symphony. “F…fuck…ahh…fuck!” I screamed, my body shaking as the pleasure tore through me. His cock rammed into me again and again. I could feel my pussy pulsing.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

“She was recovering from a fever.” “Sure. And I’m recovering from secondhand embarrassment.” “She smiled.” “Did she smile like ‘yes’ or smile like ‘I’m about to fake my death’?” I didn’t answer. He leaned back, grinning. “This is amazing. The Don of the city, feared by half the continent, brought to his knees by a woman with tea and a fever.” “She’s not just a woman.” “I know. That’s why it’s hilarious.” I stood, walked to the window, and stared out at the skyline.

He spun around, sprinted out of the house, and drove like a madman back to the hospital. Outside her room, just as he was about to throw the door open, he heard Sophia’s high-pitched, giggling voice. She was bragging to someone on the phone. "The plan worked better than I thought. I fake a little cough, and Damian kicks that bitch out himself." "He’s wrapped around my finger. Once I’m the new Donna, New York belongs to me." Damian’s sanity snapped. He kicked the door in with a deafening crash, cutting her laughter short.

Less constructed, even more animal. He jumped down from the ring and came straight for me, not even bothering to put his shirt back on. People gave him space, nodding with respect. “Still like this version?” he asked, voice rough from the fight. I reached up and touched the split on his bottom lip, then wiped a streak of blood from his cheek. “Yeah, a lot.” He grabbed my hand, pressing my fingers against his mouth. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and promising. “Good. Because this is the part of me you’re really married to. Not the suits, not the galas. This.”