Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

The next day

Mireille looked at herself in the mirror and did a small turn in front of it. She was all dressed up for work already and could not wait to get back to working.

As for Dante? He had been absent the entire night and Mireille hated to admit that yet again, she had missed him and wished he was there but she also wondered where he had gone to all night.

Business wasn’t done at nights, right? So what could he have been doing all night?

A tiny part of her told her that Dante was out all night to see some other women but Mireille tried not to think about such. The last time she had suspected him of doing such, it did not turn out to be so.

She looked away from the mirror, picked her bag and walked towards the door when the door opened and Dante stepped into her room, all dressed up and looking majestic as always.

His brows arched noticeably as he stared at Mireille.

“What?” Mireille asked with a small pout on her lips, confused as to why he was staring at her.

“I am wondering where you are off to, Princess” Dante finally moved away from where he had been standing and moved closer to her.

“To work, of course. There must be loads of work already” She clutched her purse tightly.

“You are not going to work yet, Princess. Rest at home for today”

“I am done resting, Mr. Romano. I am now full of energy and I am going to work”

Dante took a step closer to her, closing the little distance that remained between them. Mireille could feel her breath hitching as the smell of his cologne filled her nose.

“Since you want to go to work because you are full of energy, why don’t you just let me to drain all of that energy?” His right hand lifted her face to make her look at him.

“I… You could have drained it all night but you were nowhere to be found. Right now, I am choosing to go to work, Mr. Dante Romano” she replied, glad she at least sounded firm.

“I can make up for the lost time, Principessa” his other hand trailed down to her ass and squeezed the left ass cheek.

Mireille’s exhale turned sharper and she knew very well that in less than a minute, if she did not get Dante off her body, she would be begging him to fuck her.

“Work, Dante” she pulled away from him and Dante groaned.

“Fine, Miss. Mathieu. Whatever you want”

“Thank you, Mr. Romano” she grinned at him victoriously.

“I will be wiping that smirk of your face in no time, Princess and when I do, the only thing you will know how to do will be to whimper and moan”

Mireille felt the tingling in her pussy and pressed her thighs together to suppress the growing heat.

“And those legs, you are going to spread them wide open” Dante added, noticing her small movement.

At The Company

“Here you go, sir” Andrew dropped a document on the table.

“It’s our copy of the contract with Angel Corporations” he added and Dante looked away from his laptop. He picked the document up and glanced at it for a few seconds before dropping it back.

“Fine. You may leave” he said and returned his attention to the laptop.

“Yes, boss” Andrew bowed slightly.

“And ask Miss. Mathieu to come over here” Dante added.

“She wasn’t in her office when I checked last. I think she went to make coffee for you, sir”

“Alright. Just leave”

Andrew walked out of the office and about thirty seconds later, the door opened and Mireille walked into the room with a cup of coffee.

“You have been working hard, sir so I thought you would like a cup of coffee” she smiled politely, walking over to Dante’s table.

She dropped the cup of coffee on his table while Dante stared at her, his thumb grazing his lower lip. Dante could not tell if it was hot or if Mireille had intentionally unbuttoned two of the buttons of her shirt.

“I have been in all day, Mr. Romano but you haven’t given me a single task to do” Mireille pointed out and Dante looked away from her boobs.

“Well, I told you to stay home, didn’t I? You refused to rest at home so you might as well just rest here at work”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Mireille frowned with a pout on her lips.

“Me coming here will be useless if I do not do a single task” Mireille grumbled.

“I told you this morning already, didn’t I?”

“Fine, I…” Mireille’s phone beeped with a message, interrupting her talk.

She frowned deeper at Dante and brought her phone out of her pocket. It was a message from Charles and Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line, wondering if she should reply him or not.

“Hello, Mireille. I am currently at the tree where we made our love padlock back then, you remember how cute that was?” The message read and Mireille thought back to that moment.

She, Charles and Belinda had been there and Belinda had told them plainly that the padlock thingy would not make them stay together forever.

Mireille chuckled, recalling the moment and how right Belinda had been.

“Who is that?” Dante’s voice brought her out of the memories she had just slipped into.

“Charles” The name slipped out of Mireille’s lips before she could even think.

“Charles?” Dante mumbled the name, trying to recall where he had heard the name before.

“Who is that?” He asked but got the answer to it himself.

“Charles, your bastard ex boyfriend?”

Mireille looked away from her phone screen to Dante whose face had lost its usual cool so suddenly.

“Yes” she whispered the words and Dante got up to his feet.

Mireille watched as he walked up to her, his eyes having the expression they had the day she had gone on that fake blind date.

“What did I tell you about other men, Princess?” Dante asked and Mireille could barely believe how rough his voice had turned in just a few seconds.

“I have nothing to do with Charles” Mireille shook her head and Dante took the phone from her hands and waved it in the air.

“Really? Then why are you still in contact with an ex?”

“We met recently and he apologized… We are just going to be friends now and…”

“Friends?” Dante huffed.

“You seem to not know how fucking hot you are.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, pressing her body into his.

“You are so fucking hot that it is so difficult for me not to get hard when you are close to me. Your soft skin pressing against mine right now, you can feel what it is doing to me” he whispered hotly, pressing his semi hard-on against her stomach.

“And you really think that this bastard called Charles would want to be just friends with you? Don’t be naive, Princess. No straight, single man would want to be just friends with you”

Mireille gulped down and raised her hands to his shoulders, her eyes staring into his grey eyes.

“Oh god” Dante groaned and kissed Mireille’s lips. Mireille reciprocated the kiss instantly and they kissed fiercely, Dante’s hands running over her body as if with the aim of pulling her into his body.

Dante groaned as he slipped his tongue into her warm, inviting mouth. He did not want her talking to any other man and that was crazy. He was supposed to be okay with it as long as that man was not going to have a taste of what he had laid his claim on (her body) but he just could not stand her with another man.

He wanted her, and it wasn’t just her body that he wanted anymore. He wanted more from her, he wanted everything she had to offer. Mireille moaned into the hard, possessive kiss as Dante grabbed her ass with both hands.

He suddenly broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.

“Listen to me, Princess.” His voice was deep and his gaze sharp.

“Call me jealous, call me possessive, call me crazy but if I could, I will never let another man touch you for the rest of your life. If I could, I will be the only man this body of yours would ever know” he groped her ass to the effect of his words.

Dante struggled not to say more as he summoned a whole lot of determination to pull away from her. Dante looked away and ran his hands through his dark hair as he realised that this was no longer about just her body anymore. Perhaps it had never been just about her body.

He loved his Princess now. Perhaps he had been loving her since a long time ago in fact. He hated to imagine seeing her moving on in a month’s time and dating other men.

“Fuck Dante, how did you get here?” He palmed his face. He wanted to have her to himself forever but Dante knew better than anyone that Mireille should not be with him for a year not to talk of forever.

She absolutely did not need to be entangled in his messed up life.

“Master” Mireille’s voice came from behind and Dante’s cock throbbed at her calling him Master.

Well, his cock clearly did not care about what was going on in his heart at the moment.

“You got me so tensed up, Principessa. Get on the table, pull off those panties and spread your legs. I need to feast”