Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Dante walked past the door of Mireille’s room, not wanting to see her before work.

No, that wasn’t it. He wanted to see her but he did not WANT to.

Finally stopping in his tracks, Dante took a couple of steps back and grabbed the door by the handle. He was about to push it open but he restrained himself and placed a knock on the door.

“Who is there?” Her sleepy voice came from the other side of the door.

“Come in” she added and Dante pushed open her door, walking into the room.

Mireille was still in bed, tucked under the sheets and cuddling with a pillow.

“Good morning Princess” Dante gave her a soft look.

“Morning, Dante” she grumbled and yawned sleepily.

Mireille rubbed her sleepy eyes and attempted to rise from her huddled up state but she felt a cramp in her leg immediately.

Mireille groaned and Dante rushed to her side instantly.

“What’s wrong?” Dante asked, his brows arching with an expression that screamed ‘worry!’

“My right leg… I suddenly have a cramp in my right leg” Mireille groaned and Dante pulled the sheets off her body.

Thankfully, she was clothed in her pajamas. Dante sat on the bed and stretched her right leg onto his thighs and began to give her leg a massage.

“Better now?” He asked after a few seconds, his tone still filled worry.

Mireille felt her heart leap as his brown eyes bored holes into her hazel green eyes, as he waited for a response from her.

“Y-yes, I feel relieved now” Mireille replied and Dante released a breath he had not realized he was holding.

Patting her leg gently, he kept his eyes locked with hers.

“Have you been having these cramps often?” He asked and Mireille shook her head, trying not to look directly into his eyes.

“No, this is the first time it is happening” she replied.

“Then, you should have a better sleeping position, Princess. Don’t just bend over and cuddle pillows” He said to her, his voice still thick with concern.

“Should I cuddle a man then?” Mireille asked and Dante’s eyes darkened.

“What man?” His words came out almost in a growl and before Mireille could even reply him, he continued.

“You just got your heart broken by some poor guy out there and you are thinking of having another? Ain’t happening” he put her leg away and got back on his feet.

“Call me if you need me to get you anything on my way back” he added and turned to leave, exiting the room.

Mireille stared at the door as it shut, leaving behind only the sweet, masculine cologne lingering in the air.

Mireille remained on the bed for another long minute before getting up from the bed to dress up for the day.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

*

“Results?” Dante requested over the phone.

“Successful, boss. We got the largest client of Mark to deal with us instead” Ditto replied over the phone.

“Good. And be ready for whatever sort of retaliation” Dante replied and ended the call even before Ditto could respond.

Retaliating was normal and it would be most normal for Mark to react after having his biggest client taken away but retaliation was also something Dante cared less about.

His men would handle that well enough. A few lives would be lost on his own side and loads of lives would be lost on Mark’s side and that would be the end of the retaliation.

Dante doubted that Mark would retaliate this time around when it was so obvious who the boss was.

But Dante wanted Mark to retaliate more so he could kill him slowly. For Dante, there was no fun in getting rid of Mark all at once, it had to be a slow process, ridding him of everything he owned.

Dante’s look turned grim as he recalled the things Mark had watched his father do to him. Dante knew the pleasure he would feel after getting rid of Mark would be immeasurable.

*

“Welcome” Mireille welcomed Belinda into the living room with a little spin.

Belinda had decided to come visiting and Mireille was really glad to have her over. Belinda took her seat and Mireille sat just beside her on the sofa.

“So how did things go last night?” Belinda asked curiously and Mireille sighed softly before explaining everything to Belinda.

“I think he is holding back but trust me he won’t be able to hold back for long” Belinda assured Mireille and Mireille stared off into blank space.

“I can’t wait for then” the words slipped out of her mouth.

“When I saw his erection last night, I… I had this pulsing in between my legs. I really, badly wanted to have him. You don’t know it, Bel. There’s this way his touches feel, rough and yet smooth. And tonight… I…” Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line.

“What happened tonight?” Bel prompted her to finish her words.

“I had a dream where Dante was touching me! And when I woke up from the dream, I was really wet, Belinda. I don’t know. I really have never been like this before and you know it”

“It’s all natural and absolutely normal, Mireille. Your body wants him and trust me, you will have him and satisfy this craving and desire for him”

Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line with a soft sigh.

“You know what I don’t want? A dampened spirit and that is why we are going to the club tonight!” Belinda did a little dance in her seat.

“What club?” Mireille asked.

“Any classy club. Just to have some fun and you can’t say no to this. You can choose to sit back when we get there but you could learn how women work their ways out with men there, even” Belinda replied with a giggle and nudged Mireille.

“I don’t want….”

“I will grab you something to wear from your closet” Belinda cut her off and got on her feet.

Mireille chuckled softly.

“Fine, I will go” she replied and Belinda grinned at her response before running towards the stairs.

Mireille got up on her feet with a smile that disappeared as soon as she recalled that she most probably had to have two men around her, watching over her even at the club.

“Dante” she gritted her teeth and grabbed her phone from the table to call him.

Dante picked up the call at the very first ring.

“Hey Princess, is everything good?” He asked as soon as the call put them though.

“I am not really good. The thing is….”

“What the hell is happening over there? Why are you not doing good and…”

“You know you can be so damn over protective, more than James was in fact. I am fine physically” she clarified things.

“I want to go out, to a club tonight with Belinda and I don’t want your men with me. I want to go out without those men” she explained and the line went silent for a while.

“Impossible, Princess” Dante finally responded.

“No guards, no outing. Not to a freaking club”

“I will be with Belinda. I will be safe, Dante. Heavens know their reasons for not giving you a little sister. She would have been so choked up” Mireille replied.

“A Princess should not be anywhere without protection. Belinda is NOT protection” Dante replied, his voice stubborn and unyielding.

“Do I have to beg, Dante?” Mireille asked and heard Dante take a deep breath.

“The only way you can be quite free is to visit my own club”

“You have a club??” Mireille asked, surprised.

“It’s a quite lucrative business. Well, if you choose to go there, I will simply have one of my men drop you both off and then you can be free inside” Dante replied. It was obvious he had absolute control of the club and would still be able to watch over her if she was in his club.

“Alright. Fine! I will go to your club, Dante Romano”

She heard Dante groan over the phone.

“What?”

“Call my name again” Dante requested and Mireille’s brows pulled close. She pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Call my name” Dante demanded again, this time his voice more authoritative and pushing Mireille’s core.

“Dante?” She called his name softly.

“In full” Dante requested.

“Dante Romano”

Another groan filled Mireille’s ears and she was about to ask Dante why he had made the sudden request but Dante had ended the call already.

Mireille looked at the screen of her phone, wondering why Dante had asked to call his name.