Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Have a great day at work.” Dante handed Mireille her handbag and she shot him a glare.

It had taken minutes of argument between the both of them before Dante had his way and drove her to work.

“Mireille.” a lady called, getting the attention of both Mireille and Dante.

It was Annette.

“Hey, Annette.” Mireille immediately moved away from Dante but Annette seemed to be awestruck by Dante already.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“W-who is he? Is he your fiance?!” Annette squealed in excitement.

“Oh, he is not.” Mireille replied quickly, not letting Dante talk.

“Oh my! That just makes it better.” Annette pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Can I have your contact, please?” She asked Dante, moving closer to him but Mireille was quick to get in between the both of them, a jealous look crossing her face.

A smirk pulled at the corner of Dante’s lips. He had intentionally kept quiet to see what Mireille’s reaction would be and it was just as he expected. She was jealous.

Leaning in close, Dante held her waist and pulled her back into him.

“My fiancee was just joking around. I am her man and completely off limits to other women.” Dante moved close to her ear.

“You look cute when you are jealous. You so want me to belong to just you just as I want you to belong to just me.” He whispered.

Mireille gulped down realising that her actions had indeed given off the fact that she was jealous but what could she do? She definitely could not just stand idle and watch Annette flirt with the man she loved.

“My heart still belongs to you only and my cock? Of course, it is exclusive to you, Princess.” he whispered hotly and kissed on her neck lightly and Mireille felt the touch send sparks all through her body.

“Oh my! You are so lucky, Mireille. He is so handsome.” Annette giggled and Mireille pulled away from Dante swiftly, her face in a bright shade of pink.

“Just leave already.” she mouthed to him with a frown and rushed in.

“Hey! Be careful not to fall!” He called out after her but she of course didn’t look back at him.

Dante lowered his gaze with a small chuckle. He was certain they would be back together soon.

*

“I will be leaving now.” Mireille informed Annette, picking up her bag.

“Oh, leaving early so you can spend more time with your lover.” Annette teased.

“Hey, don’t be ridiculous.” Mireille brushed it off.

“What’s ridiculous? You having such a hot man? Oh my! I wish I would find someone like him too. Wait, did he drop you off today because I told you yesterday that he wasn’t giving you enough time and attention?” She asked.

“No, that’s not it.” Mireille glanced at her wristwatch.

“I have to go now. Chat you later.” she walked out of the office.

She was leaving work twenty minutes early so she could avoid Dante picking her up from work. All throughout work, she had contemplated calling James to tell him about Dante’s appearance but had eventually brushed away the idea.

She did not need James going off like an alarm right now and perhaps it was time for her to make decisions herself without being influenced by James.

Stepping out of the company, Mireille heard her name being called from behind.

“Mireille.” it was the annoying voice of the manager.

“Yes, Mr. Anderson?” She turned to face him with a polite smile on her face.

“You are off already?” He asked.

“Yes, I received permission from the head of my department.” Mireille replied.

“Do you have somewhere you are going to? Should I drop you off there? And if you have nowhere to go to and just want to rest, we could rest together.” a perverted smile appeared on his face.

“I am sorry, Mr. Anderson but I have to decline your offer.” She replied and turned to leave but Mr. Anderson stretched his hand out and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon, don’t be such a stubborn woman. My fantasy is to have one night with a beautiful pregnant woman like you. Just…”

“Let go of her hand. Right now.” Dante’s voice interrupted and Mireille raised her head to see him approaching her with a deadly look on his face.

Mr. Anderson pulled his hand almost instantly.

“W-who are you?” He stuttered.

“Bastard.” Dante groaned and punched him in the face.

“Dante!” Mireille gasped and grabbed his right arm to stop him from raining more punches on the man who had fallen to the floor.

“Let go of me, Princess.” Dante said, his voice rigged with anger.

“Dante, no” Mireille’s eyes pleaded with his.

“That bastard laid his fucking hands on you and said nonsense about fantasising about you. I fucking want to…” Dante gritted his teeth, regretting that he had not alighted the car with his gun.

“Dante, please don’t… Don’t kill him.” Mireille pleaded, knowing that the look in his eyes was the same look that had been in his eyes that night at the club before he ordered the man who had touched her that night to be killed.

“Let’s just leave. Please.” she begged him, her eyes staring deeply into his.

“Dio!” Dante took Mireille by the hand and pulled her towards him.

“The only reason you will be staying alive is because my woman didn’t give me the permission to kill you but still yet, I will teach you a valuable lesson, bastard.”

“Let’s just leave.” Mireille tugged at his arm.

Looking away from Mr. Anderson, Dante tightened his grip around Mireille’s hand and led her into the car.

As soon as he was seated behind the wheels, Mireille reached her hand over to him.

“Dante, please don’t kill him. Don’t.”

She could see the conflict in his eyes as he stared back at her.

“I won’t kill him. I will just let that bastard know you are fucking off limits! How dare he fantasise about having you in his bed with our baby inside of you?! The mere guts of him…”

“Dante!” Mireille called and Dante let out a hot breath.

“I am fine. Everything is fine.” Dante shut his eyes, calming himself down.

After a while, he opened his eyes and the fury in them seemed to have dissipated. He raised his hand which Mireille was holding up, to his lips and dropped a kiss on the back of her hand.

Mireille withdrew her hands quickly, readjusting in her seat.

“I didn’t say you could go around touching me.” the will in her words were gone.

Mireille shut her eyes tightly. It had just been a day since Dante crashed back into her life and she was melting away already.

“I made dinner already. Let’s go home.” Dante revved the car into motion.

*

“Salmon?” Mireille asked, sitting on the chair in the dinning room.

“Yes, It’s great for the baby’s growth and banana juice too” Dante replied and Mireille felt her heart thump.

Dante was already being a great father to their unborn child. Definitely he would not turn into the bad father she feared, right?

Dante sat on the chair beside her and dropped his hand on her thigh, just like he had usually done before. Mireille who was dressed in nothing but a sleep dress, moved a bit away from him.

“You are wasting your time doing all of this, Dante and….”

“I saw your vibrator” Dante cut her off and Mireille’s eyes widened as she blushed heavily.

“Did I let you go through my things?” Mireille asked.

“I stumbled upon it, Princess” he grabbed the chair she was seated on and pulled her even closer to him.

His hand dropped back to her thigh as he turned to face her properly.

“You missed my touches, didn’t you?” He asked, his hand drawing circles on her thighs.

Mireille parted her lips to speak but no words came out.

“You missed my hand journeying further and making its way to your pussy, didn’t you?” He asked, his hand moving further up her thighs.

Mireille’s clamped thighs slowly parted, giving him easier access to her pussy.

“You missed feeling my fingers on your pussy, didn’t you?” He asked as his thumb rolled over her panties that was slowly getting wet with her juices.

“Ohhh.” a soft moan left Mireille’s lips and she pushed her hips forward a bit, wanting more. She had been craving his touch for months and now that it was here, she could not resist it.

“What more did you miss, Princess? Did you miss my fingers pushing your panties aside and touching your bare pussy lips?”

“Oh fuck.” Mireille threw her head back slightly as Dante’s fingers grazed her pussy lips.

Her body trembled slightly and Dante ker out a low groan. Her moan, the way her body shook in response to his touches turned him on even more.

Three months without sex had left him wanting her real bad. He had planned on talking things out with Mireille tonight but fuck talking. He wanted to ravish her body and have her do the same to him.

“Did you miss my fingers in your pussy?” Dante asked huskily but this time he didn’t thrust his fingers into her pussy.

“Tell me. Tell me you missed my fingers in your pussy and you will have them in there.”

“I… I…” Mireille seemed to be fighting her hesitation.

“Do it… Tell me, Princess.” Dante’s thumb moved to her clit and teased it ever so lightly.

“Tell me.”

“Aaargh! heavens! I missed your fingers in me, Master!.”