Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
Wishes

The next day

“Good morning, Princess” Dante greeted and kissed her forehead as Mireille’s eyes opened.

“Hmm” she grumbled, her stomach tightening at the sweet forehead kiss he had just given her.

Dante was standing by the bed, in shorts and nothing else. His inked body was a beautiful sight to Mireille’s eyes and as he turned to face her, Mireille set her eyes on the remarkable crown tattoo.

“You can touch if you want to” Dante smirked and Mireille lowered her face, blushing softly.

“Who wants to touch?” She grumbled and Dante chuckled.

“Everyone likes that particular tattoo”

“Wow. A lot of people must have set their eyes on it” Mireille replied and Dante narrowed his eyes at her.

“Would you rather you be the only person who sees it?” Dante asked.

“I don’t care” Mireille huffed and looked away from him. She got out of bed, wrapping her body with the sheets.

Dante pulled her close into an embrace.

“Don’t you worry. For as long as your body belongs to me only, mine will also belong to you only” he assured her and Mireille felt her heart skip a beat.

She raised her head to look up at his face, a smile on her face.

“You seem to like that, Principessa” he remarked and Mireille’s smile grew wider.

“I like ‘Principessa'” she said to him and Dante felt something in him warm up to her. He quickly pulled away from her, pulling up a straight look.

“Go and get ready. Pack a bag if you wish to and if you don’t want to, we can buy whatever you will be needing when we arrive in Italy” Dante said to her and Mireille, although weirded out by the sudden change in his character, nodded and left the room.

Dante let out a heavy breath after her exit.

“What’s up with you, Dante?” He questioned himself.

“You can give her everything and anything except your heart. She does not even want it so you have to hold back to it. Don’t be stupid, Dante”

*

Three hours later

“Wow. What was I expecting from a billionaire though?” Mireille asked as she and Dante walked towards the private jet.

“Nothing less, Principessa” Dante replied and Mireille held back a smile.

He had been calling her Principessa ever since she told him she like that better, three hours ago.

“Ladies first” Dante said to her.

“You act like you are a gentleman” Mireille said with a small laugh.

“I can be a gentleman but I trust you don’t like me gentle” He replied and Mireille hid her smiles, then walked up the stairs that led into the private jet.

Dante walked in after her and saw the amazement on Mireille’s face. The look on her face somehow made him feel it was all worth it. The lives that had been lost in his hands and every illegal thing he had done suddenly seemed worth it as those things brought the luxury that Mireille was now admiring.

“Sing my praises. I know you want to. I am a perfect man”

“You are not” Mireille snorted as Dante walked further in and sat on a couch.

“I am rich, I am hot, I have a body most men can only dream of and I know how to make you cum multiple times in one night. I am perfect” he concluded.

“You are not” Mireille replied and sat on the couch with him.

“Really? Then what is your definition of a perfect man?” Dante asked.

“Nice, quiet, hardworking gentle, warm hearted and not a man whore” she whispered the last words and Dante chuckled.

“So you mean your definition of a perfect man is a boring man who can’t make you cum?” Dante asked and Mireille picked one of the couch pillows and threw it at him.

“You jerk”

Dante laughed softly before his gaze returned to a calm, cool look.

“You’d never be able to survive with your definition of perfect, Principessa” he glanced at his wristwatch.

“Might want to get in a seat. We are moving in a minute”

*

Eleven hours was what the flight took. It was peaceful and all but a little bit boring for Mireille. For most of the time, Dante was on his laptop, obviously working but even when Mireille had offered her help, he refused instantly, insisting it was tough business that she did not have to get involved in.

“A boring flight” she yawned as Dante pulled open the car door for her to get in.

“What? Boring?” Dante asked, getting into the car after her.

“You were so busy with your ‘tough business”” she replied and Dante chuckled.

“I told you you could not stay with your definition of a perfect man, didn’t I?”

Mireille adjusted in her seat to face him.

“Your silence was about that?” Mireille asked him and a smirk graced his devilishly handsome face.

“I just had to let you know that you might want to effect some changes to your definition of a perfect man”

“This is you being a jerk yet again!” She hit his arm and Dante grabbed her hand, leaning close to her.

He stopped, his face close to hers and his breath caressing her skin.

“Have you learnt that the perfect man in your head is not perfect at all?” Dante asked, his gaze on her lips before looking back into her eyes. His voice was deep and low.

Mireille gulped down and glanced at the driver who was not daring to look back or even peek through the mirror.

“I… I guess I have learnt” her stomach tightened.

“You guess?” Dante’s hand left hers and settled on her face, his thumb caressing her lower lip.

“I have learnt” her voice was thin.

“Good. On our flight back, I’d show you the type of man you would want to have. You wanted me to touch you back in there, didn’t you?” He asked and Mireille gulped down as his other hand rested on her thigh.

“Tell me, Principessa” he demanded.

“I did” she let out, her exhale becoming a bit heavy.

“Tell me what you wanted” Dante looked down at her tits before looking back at her eyes.

“I… I wanted you to at least touch me. I wanted to know what it felt like to…. To cum up in the air” she breathed out.

“I also fucking wanted that. You caused it not to happen but that would not be the case when we are on our way back or… Fuck…” Dante glanced at his wristwatch.

“Should we just go on a quick flight for us?” He asked and Mireille felt her toes curl.

How crazy was this man over her?

“We need to rest before the… The wedding” she pointed out and Dante groaned.

“To the hotel” he said to the driver and the car moved.