Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Hey, Princess” Dante leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Why did you interrupt my sleep?” Mireille grumbled, her lips in a cute pout.

“You have been sleeping for hours now. You should have something to eat. You haven’t eaten anything all day” Dante pointed out and Mireille slowly sat up in his bed, recalling that she truly had not eaten anything.

“Still, you should have just let me sleep. I would have eaten whenever I woke up” Mireille grumbled.

“Don’t be stubborn. You are awake now, just have something to eat”

Mireille huffed lowly and Dante responded with a smirk.

“What did you prepare?” Mireille asked him.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Pasta and meatballs with…”

“I don’t want it” Mireille cut him off and Dante frowned, narrowing his eyes at her.

“A spoilt little Princess we have here, isn’t it?” He asked.

“Well, you’ve always wanted to spoil me, right?” Mireille replied with a question.

“Yeah and I will” Dante replied confidently.

“What do you want, Princess?”

“The dish you prepared the other day. Ossobuco” she replied and Dante bit down on his lower lip.

“You know that takes time, right?”

“So you won’t make it?”

“I will but you have to eat this first. You can’t remain hungry till I am done, understood?”

“Why do you act like you are so much more matured than I am?” Mireille asked, folding her arms.

“Because I am. Now, make sure you eat after taking a bath. I prepared it for you already specially. It will help with that red, burning ass of yours.” Dante replied and Mireille felt her heart skip a beat.

“You didn’t have to do that” she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You want to be spoilt, right?” Dante asked, leaning a bit closer to her.

“Forget about being spoilt, do I still have my job?” She asked, squinting her eyes.

Dante’s gaze hardened and he pulled away totally.

“You skipped work for days and now you want it back? Sorry but I don’t run my business that way, Miss. Mathieu” Dante replied.

“Then I should get a new job?” Mireille asked, smirking inwardly because she was confident that Dante would not let her work elsewhere.

“Resume work tomorrow” Dante said and looked away.

Mireille giggled as she watched him walk out of the room. She picked a pillow and hugged the pillow tightly to herself. A smile remained on her lips even after he had left the room and a few seconds late, she giggled softly again.

Mireille did not regret having sex with Dante one bit. She had been mad at him enough and she only did what she wanted to do with him. That wasn’t wrong.

Mireille got up from the bed and slowly walked towards the mirror in the room. She was fully naked and Mireille suddenly felt much more beautiful than she usually felt she was.

To her, each time Dante held her close or had sex with her, she felt a bit more beautiful. Maybe it was the fact that her body made him moan so sexily and lose control or maybe it was the words he said to her before and after their sex.

He just made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Mireille felt her heart skip a beat at the thought of that. Dante made her feel special and safe for what had happened that night, Dante made her happy. He satisfied her in every way possible.

Dante was the perfect man for her!

“What the hell are you thinking of? How can you think of Dante as the perfect man for you?” Mireille scolded herself and looked away from the mirror nervously.

Her mood noticeably went sour as she recalled that their relationship wasn’t even a relationship. They had no true romantic relationship and what they were having now was going to be over in no time.

Mireille walked away from the mirror and walked into the bathroom.

Stepping into the bath that had been prepared with rose petals, Mireille admitted that she did not want their relationship to be over so soon.

She tried to picture seeing Dante with other women. She tried to picture seeing him lead another woman into his room and hearing him moan with another woman underneath him but none of that went well with her.

She could not imagine him calling another woman Princess or treating another woman the way he treated her.

“I… I want Dante for myself” she whispered and then gasped as the realization hit her at the spot.

She was too entangled with Dante to leave him. The past four days had been hell on earth for her. The way she craved seeing his face, hearing him call her Princess countless times in a day, hearing his deep voice scold or praise her, having him cuddle her and having him fuck her.

She had missed everything to the point that she thought about going to hug him and tell him that she was no longer mad at him countless times.

Mireille gulped down hard, her brows arching and her palms rubbing each other.

“Am… Am I really falling in love with Dante Romano?” She asked herself, feeling her heart pounding hard, the cool water unable to calm her heart down.

Mireille tried to picture herself with another man, any other man but she could not help but cringe at the thought of that. Her being held by another man made her body shudder and it was not a shudder of excitement at all.

She took in a deep breath and tried to picture herself with someone like Chase but that made her cringe even more. She could not see herself with any other man in the world and she most certainly could not stand to see Dante with any other woman in the world.

She recalled her reaction when she has seen Dante with a crossdresser back in Italy and that was when Mireille finally understood it. That was not her just being possessive of his body or just annoyed that he was going against their arrangements. That was her actually being jealous.

She wanted to be the only woman in Dante Romano’s life. She wanted to be his only Princess.

The thoughts of him being a murderer came to her mind but Mireille pushed it away quickly.

A murderer or not, she was in love with this man! She was in love with Dante Romano!

“Oh god! Mireille!”