Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
Can’t Have Her

Right at the moment Dante was going to cum, he found the strength to pull his cock out of her pussy and a loud growl left his throat as he sprayed her ass with his cum.

“Urgggh! Fuck”

Mireille held onto the sofa tightly, enjoying the warm feeling of his cum on her ass until Dante picked her up and dropped her down onto her knees.

“Suck me clean, Principessa” He demanded and Mireille quickly tucked her hair behind her ears before sucking the head of his cock.

The musky taste of his cum got onto her tongue and Mireille moaned softly on his cock as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, then to the underside of his cock.

“Good enough” Dante pulled her back up, to her feet and kissed her lips as he took her towards the wall.

Mireille kissed him back with all the strength she had inside of her until she felt her back being pressed against the wall. Dante picked her up, making Mireille wrap her legs around his waist and his arms around his neck while kissing her at the same time.

Dante reached down for his cock, lining it up with her wet pussy entrance. He teased for a few seconds, brushing the piercing of his cock slightly around her pussy.

Mireille moaned nastily into his mouth. Her grip tightening even more around him. Dante pulled away from the kiss and staring into her eyes, he held her waist with his left hand and pushed her down, making her pussy take his length.

“Oh fuck!”

“What do you say to your master for filling you up?” Dante asked.

“Thank you!” She cried out.

“Good. I want you to thank me while I fuck you. I want you to appreciate your Master’s cock” Dante kissed her shoulders and looked back into her eyes as he leaned in, readjusting his position.

He pulled out and slammed back inside of her, her back against the wall. In a few seconds, Dante had found a suitable pace which could only have been suitable for a whore.

He was fucking her pussy brutally like it was the last time he was ever going to fuck one.

“Thank… Y… You!” Mireille gasped and moaned as his cock continuously rammed into her pussy as if he intended on marking her as his by fucking her.

“Oh my… Oh my god!” Mireille shook her head, her fingers digging into his back.

“I am going to cum again, Master!!” She cried out and Dante’s thrusts only became harder.

Mireille screamed her lungs out as she came violently, her pussy threatening to push his cock out of her. But Dante kept his cock in, determined to make her feel him as she came.

“Thank…. Thank you for making me cum, Master” she sniffled.

Mireille’s eyes were teary now with how hard she had being fucked but the urge to enjoy more from him and the courage that she could take his hard thrusts kept her from using her safety word.

Mireille could bet that her pussy would be sore for days and she would be able to recall the feel of his cock ramming into her pussy even if she did not get fucked for the next few days.

“Oh my fucking christ!!!” Mireille screamed as a particularly hard thrust evoked a sudden orgasm inside of her and the orgasm made her pass out.

“Dio Mio… Fucking use your safe word, Principessa. You are way too daring” Dante growled deeply, keeping his aching cock inside of her.

He glanced at the clock and groaned. He could not wait for long for her to wake up.

He raised his right hand to her face and gently wiped away the sweats that had gathered on her forehead.

“You sexy little thing” he leaned in and kissed her lips shortly.

“How was I unable to hold back from falling in love with you?” He questioned her in her passed out state.

“I love you, Princess” he moved closer to her body, dropping his head on her chest and remaining that way until he heard a soft moan from Mireille.

He pulled away from her chest and looked into her eyes.

“Use your safe word. They are meant to be used not to be flaunted”

“W… why use safe words…” She took in a deep breath, feeling Dante’s cock still buried in her.

“Safe words when I can just lose it on your lovely cock, Master?”

“How much have you grown in just two months?” Dante asked, slowky pulling his cock out of her and slowly pushing back in.

Mireille smiled a little and brushed away the streak of tears on her cheeks.

“Fine. If you choose to pass out instead, you might have to pass out once more” he picked up pace.

That evening

“Are you sure you are okay, Miss. Mathieu? You are limping pretty badly” Andrew pointed out as the both of them walked behind Dante.

“I am fine. I just had a minor issue. Will be fine in no time” Mireille replied with an awkward smile on her face.

“Oh, alright. Just a bit worried since you changed your clothes too” Andrew pointed out.

“It’s nothing. Just got my clothes stained and…”

“Are you both on an interview?” Dante cut her off, suddenly turning back to face them.

“I am sorry sir” Andrew apologized and Mireille grumbled an apology to him too.

“You may leave, Andrew” Dante said and Andrew bowed slightly before leaving.

Mireille chewed on her lower lip as Dante turned and continued walking. She walked on behind him and as they got outside of the building, three black cars were ready.

“Get into the car” Dante said to Mireille and she raised a brow, the look on her face clearly asking if he wasn’t going to get in too.

“I have to meet someone out here. Will join you soon” he replied her question but Mireille frowned deeply.

“I will just stay by the car here” she walked over to the car and smiled a bit at the man who was holding the door open for him. The man shut the car door and Mireille leaned on the car body.

It was less than a minute before a blue car parked and a man stepped out of it, dressed up in a black suit. He seemed to be in his early forties but was a petite man.

He walked over to Dante with a document in his hand and a wide grin on his lips. Mireille walked with raised brows as they conversed for a short time. She could not hear whatever they were saying though and to be sincere, she did want to hear it.

Mireille watched as Dante took the documents from the man and shook hands with him but there was a peculiarity to that. Dante was right handed and the way the petite man handled the document, he was clearly right handed too but when they shook hands, it was with their left hands.

“Don’t think too much about casual things, Mireille” Mireille said to herself and looked away from Dante and the petite man.

The petite man was walking away when all of a sudden, Dante grabbed Mireille away from the car and then groaned himself.

Mireille’s eyes widened as she realized what had just happened in the blink of an eye. Someone had tried to shoot her! And Dante had taken the bullet instead!

“Help! Help me get him into the car! He is bleeding” Mireille’s eyes teared up instantly while Dante offered her a smile.

“Get the bastard who did this first” he ordered, pressing his hand to the side of his stomach where the bullet had hit.

“To the hospital first! Are you out of your mind?” Mireille cried out as his men opened the car door and helped him into the car.

One of them hurried over to the driver’s seat but Mireille beat him to it.

“I will drive. I can’t trust…” She sniffled back tears.

“Can’t trust y’all to be fast enough” she wiped the tears that had rolled down her cheeks and quickly got into the driver’s seat.

“You are going to be alright Dante. I… I promise you that” she revved the car into motion and zoomed off.

Dante let out a low groan as the pains coursed through him. For him, this incident seemed to prove that Mireille could never truly be his woman and he could never have her by his side forever even if he so much wanted to.

That bullet had clearly been meant for her and it definitely was because she had been seen around him by his enemies. And more bullets would be meant for her the longer she stayed with him. He could not endanger her life more than he was doing already. He could not have her pure, innocent life ruined totally by the darkness of his own world. He could not have her as his woman forever.