Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

That evening

Mireille was in her bed, a smile on her face as she texted Belinda.

‘So you really tried to commit suicide? Are you out of your senses?’ Belinda texted.

‘I definitely was not going to commit suicide. I just felt like he would give in if I threatened him with my death and that’s how I got myself a job!’ Mireille texted back and Belinda was typing back almost instantly.

‘You are sure Dante does not have deep feelings for you? I feel like he treats you specially’ Belinda replied and Mireille rolled her eyes.

‘He is a player, he definitely has no deep feelings for me and we made it clear too. We will be together for only two months. Once James is back, it would be over’ Mireille sent the text.

‘I do not in any way think that it would as easy as you think it is. Even if Dante does not fall in love, are you sure you won’t fall in love with him?’

Mireille frowned at the message. Belinda was the one who had convinced her into doing this even though, she was eventually going to get here without Belinda convincing her. But why was Belinda now talking like this?

‘I won’t fall in love with Dante. I told you before. He really is not the type of man I want to love’ She texted Belinda.

‘Alright, if you do say so. Did I tell you James called me and asked me if I knew if anything was going on between you and Dante?’

Mireille’s eyes widened as she saw that message.

‘What did you tell him?’

‘If I told him the truth, he would be right there with you’ Belinda texted and Mireille let out a sigh of relief.

James could never know about what was going on between she and Dante. Not even fifty years later when they both get old and grey.

“Hey” the door opened and Dante walked into the room with a glass of orange juice in his hands.

Mireille slipped her phone into her pocket and adjusted in the bed.

Dante was dressed up in casual pants and a white shirt with the first three buttons undone. He looked hot, as always and Mireille gulped down, her toes curling.

“Want to have something to eat?” Dante asked her, stretching the glass of orange juice to her.

Mireille nodded, taking the glass and drinking the chilled liquid.

“I made dinner” Dante informed her.

“You can cook?” Mireille asked.

“Of course I can” Dante passed her a look.

“Oh yes, the billionaire Dante can even cook”

“I am a perfect man, I know” Dante said arrogantly and Mireille rolled her eyes before stretching her hand to give back the glass of juice to him.

Mireille got out of bed with a little struggle and limped towards Dante who waited at the other side of the bed with a proud smirk.

“Go before me, Princess” he said to her and as soon as Mireille turned towards the door, Dante slipped his phone out of his pocket and quickly took a video of Mireille limping towards the door.

It was one of the moments he would cherish. His cute, little princess limping from being fucked by him.

A dream come true.

He tucked the phone back into his pocket when she reached the door and walked after her. Mireille had just opened the door when Dante scooped her into his arms.

“You… You don’t have to carry me. I can walk quite well”

“I caused the limp, I should help” Dante replied and walked out of the room.

Mireille found herself smiling and burying her face in his chest. She loved his strong arms holding her firmly and making her feel safe.

Dante walked all the way to the dinning room and lowered her onto a chair.

He opened the covered dishes.

It was pasta, meats and vegetables.

“Wow” Mireille smiled widely.

Dante sat on the chair beside her with a soft look on his face while he stared at her, smiling so beautifully.

“How does it taste?” He asked after Mireille had taken her first spoon.

Mireille shut her eyes and moaned softly. It tasted so great.

“Oh god, Princess. Don’t do that again if you don’t want me to bend you over while you eat” he groaned and Mireille’s face heated up.

“Do what?” She asked.

“That soft, little moan you did just now”

“But that wasn’t even intentional” she replied.

“It does not have to be intentional to have its effects” Dante replied and she smiled sweetly.

Those smiles that mesmerized Dante.

“You want ice cream?” He asked her, resting his jaw on his palm while he stared at her.

“Uhm… Maybe after this meal” Mireille replied and then changed the topic.

“When do I resume work?” She asked.

“Tomorrow, if you wish to”

“As what?” She asked to know her position before taking another spoonful.

“As my secretary. I sacked the one I had, today” he replied and Mireille furrowed her brows.

“What did she do? Just so I can know not to do it so I don’t get sacked too” Mireille replied.

“You don’t worry, Princess. You can do what she did over and over again, anytime you want. You won’t get sacked” he replied her and Mireille turned her attention to him fully.

Dante’s gaze met hers and the both of them stared at each other for long seconds until Mireille broke the eye contact, feeling something knotting in her stomach.

“Let me have your phone” Dante demanded.

“Uhm… Why?”

“I have to text Dreams Corporations back and tell them you are not interested” Dante explained and Mireille brought the phone out of her pocket.

Dante leaned into his chair, with the phone in his left hand. He rested his right hand on Mireille’s thigh which was quite exposed since she was wearing shorts.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

His right hand gently roamed her thighs making Mireille gulp down.

‘Thank you for the offer but I am not interested. And do not try negotiating with me. My mind is made up. I am not interested in your corporation’ Dante sent the message and dropped the phone on the table, his face pulling into a worried look while his hand continued to rub her thigh.

He knew that Mark had purposely contacted Mireille for the job and he knew that from now on, Mark would probably have his eyes on Mireille.

“Just a minute” Dante turned Mireille’s head towards him and kissed her on the lips briefly, his hands leaving her thighs and slapping her boobs.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked at the aroused Mireille with a smirk before walking away.

Dante stopped in the living room and dialed the contact of his manager.

“Hello sir” he picked up at the very first ring.

“Reach out to Dream’s Corporations biggest investors and talk to them about cooperating with us instead.”

“Yes sir. I will get onto it instantly”

Dante ended the call and gently slapped the phone against his hand. He looked out of the window and noticed that it seemed like it was going to rain.

He recalled Mireille’s trauma and pulled his face into a frown. He decided to contact James and ask him about this dad that Mireille had been talking about.

He dialed James contact and took the phone to his ear.

“Hey”

“Hello, Dante” James replied.

“I have a question for you”

“About work?”

“No. About Mireille. Her trauma… Who is the dad she talks about when it happens?”

The other side of the line went silent.