Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
His Past

“Fuck!” Dante thrusted his fingers into her wet pussy and crashed his lips into hers at the same time, kissing her hard and muffling her moans as he sucked on her lips.

The feel of her lips moving in sync with his drove him even crazier as he slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply in a wet, horny kiss.

His fingers moved faster inside of her wet, tight pussy and Mireille moaned louder until Dante broke the kiss and kissed her face all over before kissing down to her neck.

“Oh yes! Harder… I… I so fucking want this. Harder, Master. Fuck me better.” She moaned as her body shuddered. She directed her hands to his crotch and just as she expected, found the huge bulge in his trousers.

She ran her hands over it and heard him groan so sexily onto her skin.

“Shit! I am getting there so quickly.” she cried out, throwing her head back.

Dante’s fingers doubled up with the thrusts until Mireille’s body was bucking with pleasure.

“Don’t cum yet. I want to be on my knees and drink all your squirt when you cum ”

“Oh my fucking god! I missed that too. I missed watching Master swallow my cum and licking his lips after it.”

Dante groaned and picked her off the chair. It was starting to get uncomfortable with them seated on different chairs.

He cleared the dinning table of the meal he had spent hours making and dropped her on the table. There was no better meal than his Princess herself.

“You know what those dirty words of yours are doing to me. You know it so fucking well.” he said huskily against her right ear, his thumb rolling slightly over her hard clit.

Mireille jerked, her grip on Dante tightening badly as her pussy constricted around his fingers.

“Oh that felt good. It would have felt so much better if it was my fucking cock that you squeezed with your pussy like that.”

“I want your cock too, Master.” Mireille moaned hornily. Keeping this side of her hidden away for three months was hard and letting it out now felt so fucking good that she just wanted to cum right on the spot.

“But please let me cum. Let me…” Her voice shook as his thumb continued teasing her clit while two fingers were still fucking her wet, dripping cunt.

“Tell me you love me and I just might let you cum this easily.”

“I do! You know I fucking love you, Master. I love you.” she moaned loudly and Dante dropped down to his knees, spreading her thighs and burying his face in.

“Cum, my princess.” he permitted and Mireille’s hands reached into his hair, pulling his face into her pussy as she came with a loud moan of delightful pleasure.

She came long and hard, gushing her squirt all over his face. Her body shuddered and trembled as Dante’s tongue started working on her pussy, licking up her juices and having her fish out more for him.

“Oh yes! Like that, master. Your Princess loves it… Fuck! Right there.” she moaned, a mini orgasm rocking her body again.

“Do it! More squirt for me to lap. I want to drink it all so cum for me.”

“Take it all. Take all you want from me.” she cried out in delight, her hazy eyes looking down at where his head was buried into her pussy.

As Mireille recovered from her orgasm and Dante got back onto his feet, licking his wet lips. She felt a bit clear headed and scolded herself for letting her want for him take over her.

As Dante leaned in to kiss her lips, Mireille stopped him, turning away from him.

“No. No, Dante.” she said breathlessly.

“This should not have happened. I… I lost control for a second and…”

“Goddamnit, Princess. We are doing this cause we both want it! Or you don’t see yourself fucking a man who is a beast?” Dante asked.

“Dante, I…”

“I doubt anyone who went through what I sent through would not become a beast! My dad, that bastard! He deserved much worse than death for what he did to I and my mum, Mireille but you know what you did? You only listened to what James said and never asked me why I killed my father! To you, I am just an a blood thirsty man who was thirsty one night and decided to kill his father just to drink his blood!”

“Dante” Mireille called and dropped her hands to his shoulders.

“I…” Mireille lowered her gaze.

Perhaps she really should give Dante a chance to explain everything to him. She had only heard from James and believed him. She had not talked it through with Dante like a real couple should have.

“It’s not too late for me to listen, is it?” She raised her head and saw his gaze soften.

“It’s not too late, Princess.” he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the living room where he dropped her gently on the couch.

“All I will be telling you tonight is the truth, Princess. You know I’d rather not say anything than lie to you, right?” He asked, cupping her face.

“Yes.” Mireille nodded with a whisper.

Dante broke the eye contact as the unpleasant memories filled his head.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that we are here, at this point in our relationship, I would never want to talk about these things. I have long buried them and digging them up is terrible.” His hands slid down her face and he held her hands instead.

“My dad was in the mafia before me. He introduced me into the mafia or should I just be blunt and say he forced me into this?” Dante let out a forced chuckle and Mireille could feel the pains behind that chuckle.

She felt her heart ache. She should have chosen to listen to him earlier.

“My dad was the worst man I have ever come across and the day I… I killed him, I felt at peace. Luca Romano, my father was the worst husband and the worst father….”

Flashback Starts.

12 year old Dante looked confused as he walked behind his father and some men towards a room he would later come to know was called the dark room.

“Dad, what am I doing here?” He asked. It was the first time he was going into this side of the mansion where his family lived. His father had warned him sternly not to ever go to this part of the mansion but tonight, he was being taken there by his very own father.

“Oh Dante, I’m just going to show you what daddy does for a living.” His father’s response was brief like always.

“But you work at an office, right?” Naive Dante asked.

“I actually have a better job than that. Now shut up and just follow me.”