Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss -
I Don’t Care About You
Mark was seated before his desk with a grin on his face while Jonas stood in front of him, the distance in between them created by the desk.
“So Mireille Mathieu is really special to Dante Romano. So special that he took her to a party” he grinned.
Taking a woman to a party was not huge news for regular people but for the people in Dante’s world, it was huge news and it had spread around pretty quickly and gotten to Mark.
“Now, we know she is the one we need to get to bring Dante down” he smirked.
“Boss” Jonas called and Mark looked at him with a brow raised.
“Do you think Dante would show Mireille Mathieu to us all if she really is a tool to bring him down?” Jonas asked and that question was all it took for Mark’s happiness to fade away.
“That might be true” he mumbled to himself.
“That bastard might really be doing all of this to distract us” he mused for a few seconds but suddenly raised his head up sharply.
“But we still have to get her. For now, she is the only one we know who might be our key to pulling Dante down. And if she is not, it won’t hurt to kill her or you can take her as a sex toy. She looks beautiful”
“Thank you, boss but I’d pass” Jonas replied and Mark smirked.
“What? Why? You have a girlfriend now?” Mark asked and Jonas thought about Belinda. They had not gone any further that night and that was because Jonas was unsure if he really wanted to go on and it was obvious that though physically ready for them to have their second time together, Belinda was not mentally ready for it.
“I don’t” Jonas eventually replied.
“Alright. If you do not want her, I could play around with her for a bit before I get rid of her” Mark grinned, picturing the sight of Mireille’s body hanging upside down, her legs tied up and her dead body dripping with blood.
*
“Dad, I can’t kneel here anymore. I am hungry and tired” Young Mireille cried, kneeling at the cliff of a mountain in the pouring rain while her stepdad watched her from inside of the car.
He propped his head out of the window and looked at Mireille.
“Continue! You have to make the rain stop! You are capable of it!
“I want to eat something. I am hungry. I haven’t eaten a thing all day” she cried
“That’s the only way for you to be pure enough to control the rain”
“I can’t! I can’t control rain. Please let me go, Dad” she begged him, tears rolling down her cheeks and mixing with the cold showers of the rain.
“You control rain! Or you remain there!” He yelled at her and relaxed back into the car.
“Dad! Dad!! Please, Dad!”
“Princess! Wake up! Princess! Mireille!”
*
Mireille opened her eyes wide, her forehead covered in sweat and the first view that graced her eyes was Dante’s face staring worriedly at her.
“Oh cielo (heavens)”
Mireille was breathing heavily and Dante quickly reached his hand out to the glass of water he had brought along with him when he was coming to her room.
He handed it to her and she gratefully drank the water, emptying the glass. Dante took the glass from her and dropped it on the table, his forehead still wrinkled in worry.
“You were screaming Dad. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?” Dante asked and totally not in the mood to talk, Mireille threw the #@s was from.
The fear that Dante had seen in her eyes the previous night returned to her eyes and it infuriated Dante, seeing fear in her eyes. He walked over to her, grabbed her shoulders and made her look up at him.
“What’s the message about?” He questioned.
“You… You don’t have to know” Mireille replied and tried to get him off her but Dante remained unmoving, not budging a bit.
“You got a message last night and got scared and now it’s happening again. What is this message about? Don’t make me have to crack your phone open to replace out myself”
“Then go ahead and do it! Crack it open, go through my messages, my contacts, my gallery, go through every single thing! That is what you have always wanted to do, right? You and James. Your goals have always been wanting to rid me of every privacy, isn’t that it?!”
“Princess, that is not…” Dante tried to calm her down and understand her situation but Mireille simply would not let him.
“Enough Dante!” She shut him up, taking two steps away from him.
“I am just worried about you and…”
“I don’t need you to worry about me, Mr. Romano! I absolutely don’t need you to do so! I can worry about myself and my friend can worry about me. Who are you to worry about me? Ugh? My brother’s friend? Don’t you think that is not a good enough relationship for you to act like you are worried? I don’t need your worry! You are just a man who fucks me! Nothing more, Dante! Nothing more! So stick to that position!”
Dante could feel sudden anger building inside of him. Just a man who fucks her? That was all she saw to him?
Yes, Dante did not want them as lovers but the fact that Mireille had viewed them as sex tools for each other infuriated him. He had never taken care of other women the way he took care of her, he had never given any other woman the princess treatment he gave to her. And yet, all she saw of him was a fuck tool?
“Fine! That’s what you want, isn’t it?! I will stick to that position you want me to stick to! I don’t care what happens to you. I don’t give a fuck!”
Mireille’s eyes filled with tears and she grabbed her phone before sprinting out of the room.
“Dio Mio, Principessa!”
(Oh my god, Princess)
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