Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Get in, Princess” Dante said to Mireille, holding the car door open for her.

Mireille stepped into the car, trying hard not to limp and Dante held back smiles at the sight. He got into the car after her and one of his men shut the door after him.

“Drive”

The driver immediately started the car and Dante glanced at Mireille who was staring at his arm.

“Why are you staring so much?”

“How many days do you work out per week for you to get this build?” Mireille asked and Dante chuckled.

“I mean, take a look at your arm” she reached her hand forward and touched his left arm.

“You can touch it all you want but I hope you do know that even your tiniest touches arouse me”

“I was just admiring your arm, Dante. Do you even think of anything other than being inside of me?” She asked him, narrowing her eyes at him and just expecting him to chuckle and end the talk.

“My only concern, Principessa is how to be inside of you, buried in every inch of your existence forever”

Mireille felt her heart pounding and her stomach tightening and then exploding with what felt like a million butterflies inside of her.

She blinked severally and looked away from him.

“Forever?” She huffed, looking out of the window to prevent him from seeing the blush on her cheeks.

“We only have six weeks more together” she added and Dante massaged the space between his brows.

“Six weeks” he mumbled underneath his breath.

Was that enough for the plans he had for her? No, that definitely was not enough but Dante knew he had to make do. A deal was a deal and he could not get way too attached with her.

Shoving all the thoughts away, Dante pulled her close to him and Mireille felt her breath hitch for a moment as her head slowly rested on his shoulder.

The next moments were quiet until the ringing of Mireille’s phone came. Mireille pouted slightly as she reached into her purse and fished out her phone. She looked at Dante immediately she saw who the caller was.

“James” she said to him.

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Mireille took in a deep breath before picking the call.

“Hello James” she grinned widely.

“Hello Mireille” James voice sounded tired.

“What’s wrong? You sound tired” Mireille tensed up in an instant.

“Where are you right now? Is Dante with you?” James asked, ignoring her worry.

“Yes, he is with me”

“You are the one making me tired of everything, Mireille” James groaned over the phone.

“Me? What have I done?” Mireille questioned.

“What were you thinking going to work for Dante and even going as far as going to a party with him?” James asked.

“James, I needed a job and he offered it to me. He claimed his place was the safest and I thought you could trust him and would not have to worry if I took a job at his company”

“And the party?” James questioned and Mireille went silent.

Dante reached his hand forward and grabbed the phone from Mireille.

“Hey”

“Dante Romano” James called his name in full.

“I took her to the party because I did not want to leave her at home alone”

“You of all people know that a person as yourself bringing a woman to a party will attract attention from everyone. Are you trying to put her in danger? What if….”

Dante glanced at Mireille who could also hear James clearly. Without any hesitation, he ended the call.

“Ignore his calls for now. He is being paranoid” Dante remarked and handed the phone back to Mireille.

“What did he mean by you trying to put me in danger?” Mireille asked curiously.

“He meant nothing” Dante replied.

“You can’t tell me he meant nothing. You clearly ended the call intentionally so that he would not finish his sentence. Are you both hiding something from me?” Mireille asked, peering into his face as he looked away from her.

“No one is hiding anything from you. James was just being over protective because he doesn’t want you exposed to any harm” Dante replied.

“I do not believe you. You both are hiding something from me”

“Princess” Dante called thickly, turning his face to face hers, his grey eyes staring intently into her hazel eyes.

“I have had enough of this talk. Sit back and enjoy the ride”

“But….”

“No more words, Princess” he shut her up in that voice Mireille always found herself listening to.

She folded her arms beneath her boobs and looked out of the window with a pissed off look on her face.

Mireille was sure that they were hiding something from her. If not that, Dante would not have shut her up that way.

The drive down to the private jet was silent all through and as the car pulled to a halt, Mireille attempted to push open the car door herself but Dante grabbed her by the arm, stopping her.

“And since when did you think I would start letting my Princess pull open the car door?”

“I am not a Princess and you do not have to open the car door for me, Mr. Dante Romano”

“You know what you calling me by my full name does to me, don’t you?” Dante asked and Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Good.” He remarked and let go of her arm. He pushed open the door of the car and stepped out, holding the door open.

“Out, Principessa”

Mireille had a stubborn look on her face as she refused to budge.

“Would you rather step out or would you rather I carry you out in my arms?” He asked and Mireille huffed before grumpily stepping out of the car.

As she had expected, men dressed in black suits were all around the place.

“You go ahead. I have to make a call and mind you, that grumpy attitude won’t stop me today.” He caressed her cheek before walking away and slipping his phone out of his pocket.

Dante was about dialing the contact of Ditto when James call came in. Dante groaned and picked the call.

“Hey. What did you think you were doing earlier rambling your silly mouth when you know she is right beside me?” Dante asked, his tone stern.

“I had no idea she could hear me. I am sorry” James apologized and Dante took in a deep breath and breathed out.

“I can listen now”

“Why did you take her out to a party? You know very well that you have even more enemies than I could ever have, are you trying to put Mireille in danger?”

“She would not be in danger. She is with me. She is safe”

“And when she leaves you? I will be back home in no time, do you think I will be able to fight off all the enemies you would have attracted to her?” James asked.

“If you can’t….” Dante took in a deep breath.

“Then bring her back to me. I will protect her.”