Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Mireille shivered, seeing the ferocious look in Dante’s eyes. He was going to punish her, in a way her family would not.

Mireille felt her stomach tighten and her pussy tingle. Before she could make any reaction or say a word, Dante had picked her up from the sofa with one arm, jerking her to his body.

Mireille gasped softly and wrapped her legs around him to prevent herself from falling. Dante’s switched his arm and wrapped his left hands around Mireille’s waist. He cupped her face with his other hand and brought her face down to his.

Without a warning, he kissed her lips, a hard and harsh kiss just like he had always wanted to and this time he could kiss her that way cause she deserved it for what she was doing to him.

Dante took hold of her waist and grinded her against his hard-on, making her moan into the kiss.

“Dio” he broke the kiss and grinded her against his hard-on again. He watched her lips part into moans as he grinded her body into his.

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you? You enjoy seeing me lose control, don’t you?” He groaned at her.

“Y-yes” Mireille moaned.

Dante was about to tell her that the punishment had not started yet when his phone on the table began to ring.

The both of them glanced at it and it was James. Mireille’s face fell as she expected the call to bring Dante back to his senses and make him stop touching her, yet again but she was wrong this time.

“Get fucking lost bro” he kicked the table hard making it fall with the phone falling along with it.

“You are not getting away this time” Dante returned to kissing Mireille, his hands on her ass, groping the soft flesh he had been craving to touch and run his hands all over.

Mireille trembled and shivered in his grip, her hard nipples pressing into his hard chest, desire rippling through her body.

Dante began making his way over to the stairs that led to his room. He groaned, wondering why his room suddenly seemed so far away from the living room.

His tongue was in her mouth, intertwined with her tongue as he kissed her hard while Mireille tried her best to keep up with the kiss. She had never been kissed like this before and a kiss had never made her feel so hot, so desired and wanted.

Dante nibbled on her lip and pulled at it a bit. As Mireille gasped softly, his hand struck her ass hard and Mireille pulled away from the kiss totally to gasp and moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” Dante asked with a grunt.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Mireille’s face was flushed up and she could not tell if it was her suddenly being shy or if it was the excitement and the pleasure that was making her blush.

“When I ask a question, I want an answer.”

“I do” Mireille moaned and Dante leaned in, kissing her neck with one intent… To give her a hickey and mark her as his for the next couple of days.

Dante could not help but let out a sigh of relief as he pushed the door of his room open and stepped in with Mireille still wrapped around him.

He slammed the door shut and dropped Mireille on his bed. It was Mireille’s first time in his room but she had no time to admire the beauty of his room.

His sheets had the scent of him and that only made her pussy even wetter. Dante was standing in the room, approaching her as he pulled his belt.

“A bad girl gets punished, Princess and that’s what is going to happen to you”

Mireille let out a soft moan as her yearnings for him increased.

“Please Dante, don’t leave me this time around” she begged him, her eyes equally pleading.

“Get those off now” his voice was husky, deep with lust and commanding.

Mireille reached for her joggers and began to pull it down as she watched Dante unbutton his shirt thoroughly too.

He pulled the shirt off himself, revealing his hot body, the body she badly wanted.

“Faster” Dante groaned and Mireille jerked the joggers away from her legs.

“Oh, fucking perfect” He moaned, seeing her beautiful legs and the lacy black panties she was wearing.

Dante walked up to the bed, to her and spread her legs, positioning himself in between her legs. His left hand held the belt while his right hand glided over her thighs.

He could hear her breath hitch as she anticipated him touching her where she wanted. And when his fingers grazed her soaked panties, Dante heard her let out a sharp exhale and a soft moan.

Dante leaned in and kissed her lips, his fingers gently grazing her panties. After few seconds of kissing her lips, Dante kissed her face all over and trailed his kisses all the way to her ear.

“I am going to whip your sexy white ass and I am going to watch it turn red, Princess.”

“Do anything, Dante.” Mireille moaned a response back to him, her eyes teary as she could not wait for her orgasm and Dante snapped.

He pulled away from her and flipped her over like she weighed nothing more than a pillow.

Her ass, wrapped in the lacy black panties like a sexy package for him was staring at him while Mireille’s face was buried in the sheets.

Dante ran his hands over her ass, rubbing on it for some seconds before smacking her ass.

“Oh my God!” Mireille moaned into the sheets, turning Dante on even more.

She was into this and this time she was not drunk, she was completely in her right senses and she was into this.

Dante stared at his hand print on her ass.

“So sexy” he wrapped the belt around his hand and whipped her ass with it.

“Dante!!” Mireille screamed his name, pain and pleasure mixing. Her eyes were hazy with lust and Mireille was sure that one more whip on her ass and she was going to cum. She had no idea she could like this; being whipped on her ass with a belt. She had no idea she could desire it and want it so much.

“Oh God, Dante” She cried, a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

“That hurts and feels good at the same time” she whimpered and the sound of her whimpering drove Dante crazy.

She was perfect for him, her body was perfect! but that was when Dante decided to push her even more.

“Fuck! It seems like you are enjoying this, aren’t you?” He snapped her legs wide open and pulled her panties to the side, pushing his fingers through her pussy lips.

“You are! You are fucking dripping wet for me! Listen to me carefully, Mireille. You are not allowed to cum until I give you the permission to cum. Do you understand that?” He asked, his left hand striking her left ass cheek.

“Oh please Dante! I don’t… I don’t think I can hold back” she cried.

“You should have thought about that before seducing me and choosing to be such a bad girl. You are not going to cum until I let you cum”

Mireille shivered and trembled, sniffling her tears back. She wanted to beg him again to give her the chance to cum but Dante whipped her ass again before she could.

“Oh my fucking god!!” She gripped the sheets tighter, burying her face into the sheets even more, trying to hold back the urge to let go and cum.

Dante ran his hands through his hair and admired the sight on his bed. Her hair was thrown all over her face and her ass was red with his hand prints and the belt prints.

He could just have used the flogger but Dante wanted the belt prints on her ass to show how much of a bad girl she had been to him.

Dante bent low and kissed her ass cheek. He raised his hand and spanked her yet again.

He felt her ass shiver against his lips as she struggled not to cum. Dante rubbed her ass, soothing the pains that he had just inflicted on her ass.

“Please” Mireille whimpered.

“Please let me cum. I really can’t anymore” her toes were curled and her hands were still holding the sheets tightly.

“Not yet. I don’t listen to ‘please’ from bad girls like you” Dante grunted, undoing his flyer as lust ran through his body.

Dropping the belt to the bed, Dante flipped Mireille over to face him. Mireille moaned, her full lips parting as her burning ass pressed into the soft cheeks of the bed and she was made to face the man who was giving her this torturous pleasure.

Dante looked at the tears in her eyes and his heart almost softened. She was his princess and was supposed to be treated like a princess but then didn’t she want this?

She did! Her words, her actions and her soaked panties were proofs that she wanted this.

Dante pulled her to sit on the bed and he leaned in, kissing her lips again, this time his both hands reaching up to cup her boobs.

“Remember that you can’t cum, Princess. You can’t” he whispered against her lips as his thumb rolled over her boobs.

“So soft. So fucking soft. You know what I want to do? I want to fuck these tits”

“Oh, Dante. I will let you do anything, please just let me cum”

“You can wait a little bit more, Princess. A little bit more” he assured her but Mireille shook her head.

She was sure she knew her body and she was sure that she could not hold on anymore.

“I know your body more than you do” Dante said to her thickly as if he had been hearing the thoughts in her head.

“Oh fuck! I think you do” Mireille moaned and gasped as Dante ripped the top she was wearing.

“I am a man of little patience” Dante unclasped the bra, letting her boobs out. His hands eagerly felt the soft mounds and he groaned in the pleasure of it.

“You can cum when I suck your nipple” Dante said, leaving her anticipating that movement more than anything.

“Do it already” her eyes begged him.

“You are forgetting this is a punishment? I will do whatever I fucking like to your body, Mireille” he called her by her name and she trembled.

Mireille could not understand how she was so turned on by him being possessive of her body.

She was so sensitive at the moment and Dante knew it. He knew that one touch on her sensitive area and she would lose control totally.

Locking eyes with her teary, pleading eyes, Dante kissed on the side of her boobs, clearly wanting to tease her before sucking her nipples but Mireille could take it no more.

She sent her fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth to her nipple. A loud cry and scream left her throat as she finally came.

She did not care that she was the one who had pulled him to wrap his lips around her nipple.

“I am cumming! Wetting your bed with my squirt!!” She screamed the words out, the pleasure ridding her of every form of decency she thought she had.

“You naughty princess!”

Her body shook and trembled and if it wasn’t for Dante holding her down, Mireille was sure to roll off the king size bed with the way she spasmed, shooting her squirt all over the bed.

For two long minutes, Mireille was still trembling and quivering underneath Dante.

As she slowly calmed down with heavy breaths, exhales and a heaving chest, Dante knew he was in for it.

He wanted to fuck her pussy until she was sore and could barely walk around anymore.

To hell with their two very different lives.

To hell with her being his little cute princess.

And to hell with James not wanting him to touch his little sister.

She was lying there, looking so fuckable and Dante was unwilling to pass the chance this time around.