Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
A Promise

Mireille fell back to her knees, breathing heavily and clearly wanting more. His cock was still hard too and with the way Dante stared at her, Mireille knew he also still wanted more.

“Please fuck me.” Mireille whispered to him.

“No, Princess.” Dante replied, picking her up from the floor.

“I won’t be fucking your pussy or your asshole. You won’t get fucked like you want to. That is the real punishment for you.” he kissed her lips, thrusting his tongue into the mouth that had entertained his cock just now.

Mireille kissed him back hard, trying to lure him into fucking her but Dante broke the kiss with a knowing smirk.

“Go take your bath, Princess. We have somewhere to be.” he said to her.

“Ugh? Where? You are still hard.” Mireille pointed at his cock.

“I will deal with this. You go and take your bath.”

“Can we bath together then?” Mireille asked and Dante let out a low, deep chuckle.

“So you can seduce me into fucking you? No. You take your bath alone and I will take mine alone.” Dante replied and Mireille grumbled.

Turning her around, Dante spanked her right ass cheek.

“Off you go now.”

Few minutes later

Dante walked out of the mansion with Ditto following after him.

“Here he is.” Ditto said as they got to the door where Ditto was kneeling.

“When was he dropped here?” Dante asked.

“He was dropped at the entrance of the estate a few minutes ago.” Ditto replied and Dante chuckled.

“Mark really knows who the boss is, doesn’t he?”

“What should I do to him?” Ditto asked.

Jonas grumbled a few words but he was inaudible with the tape over his mouth.

“I am busy with Mireille for now. Take him into the dark room. I will visit him later at night.” Dante replied.

“As per your orders.” Ditto bowed slightly and the men around picked Jonas up and took him away.

“Get the car ready.” Dante said to Ditto before walking back into the house.

He walked back to his room and when he opened the door, Mireille was already all dressed up but struggling with her zip.

He moved closer to her and helped her zip up, dropping his head on her shoulder gently.

“You smell so good.” he took in a deep breath.

“Where are we going to?” Mireille asked instead.

“Somewhere I am not too sure you might like.” Dante replied and Mireille turned in his arms to face him.

“What kind of place is that?” She asked.

“A place where I let out a part of me that others don’t usually see.” he replied her and Mireille continued to stare into his eyes as if wanting to figure out what he meant by looking into his eyes.

“C’mon.” Dante pinched her nose gently and pulled away from her, holding her hands in his.

He picked her purse with his right hand while his left hand held her right hand. The both of them walked out of the room and as they walked down the stairs, Dante decided to tell Mireille about his meeting with James.

“I met with James.”

Mireille stopped in her tracks and faced Dante curiously.

“What did he say? Is he still mad at you and I?” Mireille asked.

“I guess he is still mad at us but he gave me his approval.”

Mireille’s face lit up and Dante loved how bright her face suddenly looked.

Without thinking twice about the fact that she was on the stairs, Mireille jumped onto Dante, throwing herself on him.

Dante was quick enough to grab her without losing balance on the stairs.

“How did you do it? Oh my! I am so happy.” Mireille squealed excitedly, not caring about how she could have fallen in her attempt to jump at him.

Lifting her away from his body, Dante dropped her back on the stairs, a scolding look on his face.

“No jumping on the stairs, Princess. You could have missed your step and fallen or I could have been unable to catch you quickly.”

Mireille pouted her lips with a small frown on her face.

“I know you will always catch me when I jump anyways.” she grumbled and Dante shook his head.

“You are really stubborn.” he pulled at her cheeks and Mireille gave him a grin.

“It is because I know you won’t ever let me fall or get hurt.”

“You sound so sure” Dante pulled harder at her cheeks.

“Shouldn’t I be this much assured?” Mireille asked and Dante let out a small smile.

“You should be. I will always catch you and make sure you don’t get hurt but you also have to be careful, Princess”

Mireille grabbed his arm and rested her head on his arm.

“Why be careful when you already do the caring?” She asked and Dante chuckled at her behaviour.

“Alright, alright.” Dante gave in and the walk down the stairs continued.

“So what did you tell him?” Mireille asked.

“I promised him that I will take care of you as much as I can and I will protect you more than my own life.” Dante replied and Mireille’s cheeks heated up a bit in a blush.

“I bet he hasn’t called you cause of his goddamned pride. You should call him whenever, he will pick up.” Dante added.

“Thank you so much, Dante.”

“Don’t thank me. I am just doing everything to make my Princess as happy as a Princess deserves to be.”

“Alright. Why do you even call me Princess?” Mireille asked as Dante pulled open the car door for her.

She got in and Dante got in after her.

“I don’t look like a princess in any way, do I?” She asked.

“I call you Princess because I want to give you the treatment that a Princess deserves.” Dante replied.

“Can you not say words that make my heart beat so hard everytime?” Mireille asked and Dante chuckled.

“I have to keep that heart beating hard always so I can be sure you will never leave me.”

“Don’t even talk about it. I will never leave you, Dante.”

Dante turned to face her properly as that car set out.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, his expression turning a bit more serious.

To be honest, he wanted to know if Mireille would leave him if she found out that he was in the mafia.

“Yes, I am.” Mireille replied and Dante took her hands in his.

“You are sure you will never leave me? No matter what happens?” He asked her again and Mireille’s brows knitted closely.

“Yes, Dante. Did you do something I don’t know of?” She asked him and he just broke the serious conversation with a smile and ruffled her hair playfully.

“I did nothing. But I am not sure you will never leave me.” Dante whispered the last sentence.

“How can you doubt my love for you?” Mireille asked, her eyes getting angry.

“That is not it, Princess but…”

“Should I promise you?” Mireille cut him off and without waiting for a response from him, she continued.

“I promise you Dante Romano that as long as you remain loyal to me, I will stand by you and never ever leave you for anything.” she promised and Dante felt a glowing hope start in his heart. A hope that she would stick to his side even after realising that he was more than a CEO billionaire who killed a few people to ensure his and her own safety.