Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

It was evening and both Dante and Mireille were in the living room, seated on different sofas and watching a movie on the TV.

The atmosphere all day had been quite tensed but watching a movie together quietly like this made the situation better.

Dante tilted his head to glance at Mireille and found that she was completely immersed in the movie she was watching unlike him. He barely had any interest in watching a movie.

He barely ever enjoyed watching movies. They just were not his thing.

“So sad” He heard Mireille mumble.

“What’s sad?” Dante asked, leaning back and resting into his chair completely.

“Catherine’s life. It’s so sad. She lost her parents at a young age and had to live in an orphanage….”

“Oh, alright” was all Dante could say.

“That’s not the worst part but the worst part now is that she got kidnapped by a mafia boss” Mireille continued, clearly into the movie.

Dante’s grip on the arm of the sofa tightened for a second.

“He is so cruel. Killing people like they are not even humans. I just hope she does not suffer too much in his hands. His enemies are after her as well” Mireille shook her head in pity.

“I think I will get something to drink, Princess. I am not too into the movie you are watching” Dante said and got up from his seat.

“Dante” Mireille called and Dante shifted his gaze back to her.

“That guy who tried to make me dance with him the other time at the club, what did you do to him?” She asked and Dante pushed out a smile.

“Just had my men teach him a lesson” he responded.

“In what way?” She asked and the fake smile vanished.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“You don’t have to worry yourself about it, Princess” Dante pulled the conversation to an end and walked away.

He returned a few minutes later with two bottles of alcohol and a glass in his hands and his sleeves rolled back.

He returned to his seat and Mireille glanced at him as he opened the bottle. Her gaze rested on his veiny hands for some moments before she pulled herself together and looked away from him.

“You didn’t get a glass for me?” She asked, shifting her attention back to the movie.

“You are not drinking” Dante replied.

“Why? I am an adult”

Dante chuckled at her words.

“You lose your shit once you have a glass. I am not ready see you lose control again” Dante replied.

“I will be fine” Mireille assured him and got up from her seat.

“Get your ass back on the sofa, Princess”

Mireille shut her eyes tight before plopping back into the sofa. She watched him pour the alcohol into his glass and take a gulp from it.

“Good?” Mireille asked him.

“Yes, now focus on your movie”

Mireille pouted, her gaze falling back to his arms, wishing they would wrap around her body and make her feel petite like they did the other day. Her gaze fell to his fingers and Mireille let out a sharp exhale, recalling how his fingers had teased her clit. She wanted to feel everything again. As if purposely seducing her, Dante chose that moment to lick his lips, his tongue darting out. Mireille’s breath got heavier. That tongue, that same tongue that had licked her pussy clean just two nights before.

She muttered a curse quietly before she returned her attention to the movie she was watching.

“You think I will throw myself at you again if I drink?” Mireille asked, not tearing her gaze off the TV.

“Quite so” Dante replied, not looking at her.

“I guess I really should give up” Mireille chuckled softly and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Maybe you are really right. I should give up on something I would never want James to know about” she added but Mireille knew deep inside of her that she was not giving up on the pleasure she knew he could give her but wasn’t giving her yet. Every inch of her body screamed for his touches so how in the world would she be able to give up?

Dante said nothing as awkward silence surrounded them. The silence remained until a few seconds later when Dante got a call. It was from James.

“A minute” Dante got up and walked away from the living room to pick the call.

Mireille’s eyes narrowed at the bottle of alcohol and she gulped down lustfully. She walked to where Dante had been seated earlier and sat on the sofa.

She could still feel the warmth of his body on the sofa and it was very pleasing. She picked up the glass that still had alcohol in it, took it to her lips and took a gulp from it.

She rubbed her fingers around the glass, hoping to feel his touch on the glass. She sighed, hopelessly.

Every other woman had more chance of being fucked by Dante Romano more than she did. She dropped the glass and ran her hands over her body, her fingers lingering on her hard nipples.

She gulped down with want and desire. Mireille recalled the way he had pinched down on her nipples and she did it too, a small gasp parting her lips.

It was not half as good as when he had done it to her though and it made her groan in frustration.

Spreading her legs, Mireille placed her left hand on her thigh, quite frustrated that she was wearing joggers and could not touch her bare thighs easily.

She threw her head back, gradually getting lost in the pleasure of touching her own nipples. Mireille closed her eyes, sure that she would hear Dante’s footsteps and pull herself together before he saw her but she was wrong because Dante was now standing in front of her, his phone in his right hand and James still on the line, wanting to talk to his sister.

Dante could not help it anymore. She was teasing him too much. His cock rose almost instantly at the sight of her playing with her boobs. She was messing with his self control way too much.

“Hey man” Dante’s deep voice brought Mireille back. She opened her eyes wide, surprised to find him in front of her.

“Yes?” James spoke over the phone and Mireille panicked a bit.

Dante locked eyes with her, his eyes intense to a point they could be termed cruel.

“She is busy. Really, really busy”

“What do you mean by….” Dante ended the call, cutting James off.

He dropped the phone on the table, keeping his eyes locked with hers and reached for his shirt. He unbuttoned the first two buttons and unbuckled his belt but kept it on him.

“I was….” Mireille tried to speak, pressing her thighs together.

“You just told me you were going to give up on seducing me and be a really good girl” he glanced at her boob, the nipples calling out to him.

“And yet, here you are, deliberately seducing me and you even drank from my cup when I just told you not to? You are being a really bad girl, Princess and you sure need a punishment” his voice grew huskier with each word.

Mireille gulped down, both in lust and want for him.

“W-Why should I be punished by you? You are not my family, not my brother”

“Exactly and that’s what you should have remembered, Princess. I am NOT your brother, NOT your family. I am just a man and I am going to punish you in ways your family would never.”