Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Dante’s grip on Mireille’s wrist was tight as he led her into the living room.

Apart from the words he had said to her back in the rooftop, he had not said any other thing to her.

His face which had been soft when he was begging her to get down was now very hard.

“Sit” he said to her and made her sit on the sofa.

Dante took in a deep breath before sitting down beside her.

“Do you realise what could have happened? Do you know that you could have tripped and actually fallen down?” He asked, scolding her.

“Do you have to scold me?” Mireille asked softly and he groaned.

“Of course I have to! You were about to commit freaking suicide! What were you thinking about? I…. James has just you, Princess. You are the only one the poor guy has and you were going to get rid of yourself?”

“Are you really going to let me work?” Mireille asked, ignoring his question.

Dante pressed his face into his palms and let out a heavy exhale before dropping his hands.

“Really? Is this damned work the only thing you care about?” He asked her but she gave no response.

“Fine. Fine. Whatever you want. A Princess deserves whatever she wants and that includes a job, if she so badly wants it to the extent of wanting to commit suicide for it.” He added and a smile parted Mireille’s lips.

She jumped on him, hugging him tight.

“Thank you so much” she squealed excitedly.

Dante shut his eyes and wrapped his right arm around her body, pulling her to him and keeping her in the hug for a few more seconds before he pulled away.

His gaze rested on her face and he gently tucked her hair behind her ears.

“What’s the name of the company asking you for the interview? I am going to run a check on them before I let you go.”

“It’s Dreams Corporations. You should know them. They are quite huge too, not as huge as your corporation but they are great and….” The deadly look on Dante’s face made Mireille shut up.

“Wh… What’s wrong?” She had to ask him. Dante swallowed hard.

“You can’t get a job there, Princess” he shook his head.

“I knew it! I knew you would not let me get a job like I want to!”

“Anywhere else but there” Dante explained.

“W-Why?”

“Listen to me carefully, Princess” Dante sat her down and took her hands into his.

“Whenever and wherever you come across anyone from Dreams Corporations, you have to call me to tell me about it. They are bad news.”

“What’s it?” Mireille asked, her face scrunched up.

“Both I and James are not in good terms with the owner so you are going to ignore their mail, alright?” He asked her and Mireille hesitated.

“Then I get to search for a job elsewhere?” She asked but Dante shook his head in the negative.

“Why search for a job anymore when you can have one in the safest place for you to be?”

“Where is the safest place for me?” She asked.

“Work as my secretary, Princess. I fired my secretary just before I got a call about what you were doing. Come, work for me”

A huge smile spread Mireille’s lips.

“R-really?” She asked.

“Yes, Princess. Come work for me”

“Oh my! Thank you” she grinned happily and hugged Dante again.

This time, Dante pulled her to sit on his legs and pulled back from the hug. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

“You had me all tensed up earlier. I was already thinking about how James would beat the hell out of me for letting you die.” His hand on her waist grinded her into his crotch and Dante groaned her name as his cock jerked.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, Dante” Mireille’s breath turned heavy.

“Dante? You have made a mistake, baby girl”

“I… I am sorry, Master” Mireille quickly apologized but the look on Dante’s face told her that it was too late for her to apologize anymore.

“Your apologies are declined and your master is going to punish your mouth for the mistake you have made”

Her chest heaved with anticipation and she brushed her lips against his lips.

“Please punish me then, master” she whispered against his lips and her words drove Dante crazy.

“On your knees, you bad girl” he ordered and Mireille immediately slipped onto her knees.

Dante unbuckled his belt and pulled the belt out.

“Get that dress off your body” he ordered and still on her knees, Mireille began to pull off her dress.

She pulled the dress over her head and dropped it to the floor.

“Oh, you sexy bad girl” Dante ran his belt over her boobs.

“Let them loose” he gave an order and Mireille immediately reached her where her bra was clasped and unclasped it. She dropped the bra to the floor and looked at Dante, her eyes almost begging him to punish her little, hot mouth.

“What is your safe word?” Dante asked her.

“James” Mireille replied and Dante purred in satisfaction.

“Good” he ran the belt around her bare boobs for a few seconds before suddenly raising the belt and lashing at her boobs.

Mireille gasped, almost shocked as her boobs stung with pain.

“What? Did that make you wet?” Dante asked.

“I want you to bury your fingers into your tight cunt that I will be fucking soon and I want you to show me your fingers so I can see if you are wet” Dante said to her and Mireille parted her thighs.

“Look into my eyes while you do that. If you blink one tiny bit while at it, you will be tagged a bad girl”

Mireille shivered, her hands running over her taut stomach all the way to the middle of her legs where she found that her panties were wet already.

She pushed her panties to the side and dipped a finger into her wetness. The sensation made her want to close her eyes but she did not want to be tagged a bad girl, so she struggled to keep her eyes open.

She thrusted her finger into her pussy, frustrated at how thin and small her finger was compared to his.

“I did not ask you to fuck yourself on your finger. Bring it out and let me see” he demanded and Mireille removed her finger, a moan slipping from her lips.

She raised the one finger up for Dante to see.

“Oh. Look at your finger all shiny with your juices” Dante bent his head over and sucked her finger into his mouth.

“Good” he moaned as he licked her finger, sensually.

Dante undid his zipper and let his hard cock out of its captivity. His cock jumped out, hard, thick long and most certainly proud.

The pierced head of it had precum oozing out. Mireille immediately raised her face to it, wanting to suck his cock and taste him on her tongue again but Dante stopped her.

“This time, I am not letting you suck me at your pace. I will be fucking your face until you turn into a whimpering and drooling mess. You want that, don’t you?” He slapped her left tit with his hand and she moaned ‘yes!’ in pleasure.

“Please fuck my face, master.”

Dante dropped the belt in his hand and pulled her hair into his hands. He directed his cock at her face and slapped the thick man meat on her face a few times, making Mireille feel really nasty.

“Your safe sign since you won’t be able to speak is for you to hit the couch thrice, okay?”

“Yes, Master” she replied obediently and then his cock probed at her lips. Mireille immediately opened up her mouth to him and Dante pushed his cock into her mouth, spreading her lips.

“Oh shit…. Feels so good” Dante moaned, his cock driving into her warm, tight mouth.