Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Dante had just finished the meeting he had cancelled the previous day and was walking out of the meeting room with Mireille walking right behind him with a could of documents and a tablet in her hands.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Next, you have a contract signing with The Beta corporation. Would you like to take a five minute break or would you like to get to it immediately, Mr. Romano?” Mireille asked.

The both of them had been in their professional mode since Mireille had resumed work.

Dante glanced at his wristwatch and groaned. He had to be at his Aunt’s daughter’s wedding the next day and he hated leaving his work unattended to.

“Get me a cup of coffee. I will be in my office”

“Yes sir” Mireille replied and walked forward.

Dante paused and fixed his gaze on her as she walked away in a hurry to get him the cup of coffee, her sexy ass swaying and urging him to leave his work unattended to and just go after her instead.

He massaged the space between his brows for a bit before heading into his office.

*

“Being a billionaire and the owner of such a huge business can be really tasking. Dante has been working so hard all day. He did not even have breakfast and I doubt if he has had anything yet” Mireille mumbled as she walked towards his office with the cup of coffee in her hands.

She pushed the door of the office open and had barely stepped into the office when the cup was grabbed away from her and her back slammed against the wall.

Before Mireille could even take in what was happening, Dante’s lips had covered hers. Mireille felt her heart beating wildly and she could not tell if it was because of the suddenness of the kiss or if it was just Dante.

Her lips parted for his almost instantly, her body responding to his kiss. His teeth nibbled on her lower lip before he sucked on it.

Mireille’s hands went to his broad shoulders, resting her hands on him as his tongue slid it into her mouth and he kissed her hard, his mouth taking dominance over hers.

His soft lips pressed into hers and their tongues intertwined made Mireille’s stomach tighten with butterflies.

“Oh hell” Dante pulled away from the kiss as suddenly as he had kissed her.

“Damn! I needed that” he took the cup of coffee that he was still holding in his right hand to his lips and drank from it.

“The coffee tastes good but your lips will always taste better, Princess” Dante was still close to her and they both could feel the heat from their bodies.

Dante looked into Mireille’s eyes deeply and Mireille felt her knees giving way as his grey eyes stared into her eyes as if intent on gaining entrance into her soul.

Dante’s gaze fell to her lips and he took his left hand to her face, stroking her cheek twice before reaching to caress her lower lips.

Damn! He really did not want any other man enjoying what he was enjoying. Not now and not even two months later.

Dante shut his eyes as an internal struggle started within him.

“Let’s get back to work” he walked a few steps away from Mireille but Mireille grabbed his left arm before he could get away.

“When you leave tomorrow, when will you be back?” She asked him softly.

“I will be back in two days” he replied her.

“That one kiss was enough for you to realise how much you are going to miss me? How much you are going to miss me calling you my princess?” He asked and Mireille huffed.

Dante chuckled.

“What are you going for?” She asked.

“My Aunt’s daughter is getting married. I do not know her but my Aunt is the only family I have left. I don’t like her but she is my only family and I will be at the wedding for the formalities” Dante replied and drank from the cup of coffee again .

“Can I… Can I come with you?” Mireille asked.

No, she was not asking him because she wanted him with her all of the time but she was asking him because of the messages she had been getting from her stepdad.

She feared that she could get in trouble in the two days that Dante would be away from this place. Mireille realized how much she was putting her safety on Dante but she could not pull herself out, at least not now.

“I mean… You could need the help of your secretary over there and I will come just in handy”

“It’s a family thing, Miss. Mathieu. Why would I need the help of my secretary?” Dante asked and Mireille struggled to come up with a response.

Dante tapped on her forehead lightly, earning a deep frown from Mireille. His gaze fell on the necklace on her neck and he reached for it, running his finger over the necklace and Mireille’s neckline.

“The necklace keeps looking better on you everyday” his eyes flicked back to meet her gaze and Mireille felt something jump inside of her.

Was it her heart?

She could not tell.

“You will stay back at home, Princess. You do not have to follow me over there” Dante stated, that tone of finality in his voice as he stepped away from her.

“Can’t I….”

“No other words. You will stay home.”

“I am scared!” Mireille spoke out and Dante stopped in his tracks.

He paused for a few seconds before walking back to her.

“Scared? What’s going on? What happened? Who is scaring you?” Dante asked, his face, a complete mask of worry.

“I can’t stay back alone. I won’t survive the night, Dante. I can’t stay home alone” she shook her head.

“Princess, tell me. What is scaring you?” Dante requested to know.

Mireille thought of telling Dante about the messages and about her stepdad but she quickly decided against it.

Even if she told him, what could Dante do about it?

“I don’t want to be alone, Dante”

Dante, knowing a bit of what she had passed through decided to take her along. If she could not stay home alone, it was better not to force her into it.

Because, what if it rained? Or what if something else triggered her trauma and he was miles and miles away from her?

That would be bad!

Taking in a deep breath, Dante stepped away from her. He was about to tell her she could go along with him when his naughty side kicked in.

“You will go with me, Princess”

Her face lit up instantly.

“But only depending on your performance tonight. I will be so damn tired when I get home tonight. If you can make me cum without me having to do a thing, then sure, I will let you come with me, Principessa.”

Mireille’s heart pounded but it wasn’t because of just the condition that Dante had put her up to. It was mainly because he had just called her Princess in Italian.

There was something about the word, ‘Principessa’. Something that pulled Mireille to wanting to hear that word over and over again.