Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Mireille sighed heavily, holding the flower crown in her hands. She had gotten back to her room and taken a bath, then dressed up in a beautiful black knee length dress.

She had attempted to dump the flower crown in the trash but she just could not bring herself to do so. It looked so carefully done and it seemed like Dante must have put a lot of time and effort into making it for her.

“What am I even thinking now?” She asked herself, having a struggle between keeping up with her current attitude towards Dante or just running into his arms like she really wanted to.

Mireille slowly settled the crown on her head and looked into the window. It had been made with blue flowers and it looked really beautiful on her.

Mireille’s lips curled into a smile as she noted the similarity in this crown and the crown on his abs. Coming to think of it, she realised that the crown did indeed look like the one he had tattooed on him.

Why would Dante have made a crown for her that was just like the one on him? That tattoo was just like this one, it was the only tattoo on him that seemed to hold an amount of innocence and yet strength.

Mireille felt her heart skip a beat at the possibility that it could be because of her but she shook it off. How could it because of her?

“Don’t imagine wildly, Mireille” she said to her reflection and took the flower crown off her head gently.

*

Dante continued punching the punch bag without stopping. He had returned to the gym house after Mireille had left and the punch bag was his way of relieving himself of the anger that was surging through him.

He could be a monster and all that but never would he be a rapist! It angered him that Mireille had even mentioned the word to him.

How could it be rape when they clearly both wanted it? Could she just not overlook what she had seen that night?

“Just let go!” He yelled at the punch bag, punching harder and more furiously.

He suddenly stopped, breathing heavily and sweating.

He felt much more better though and he felt he could think a little bit more better. If Mireille was not going to let go for his acts of services, perhaps she would let go if he explored her pleasures along with it?

Dante was quite sure Mireille would not be able to keep up with the attitude after one good fuck from him.

But he had to do that without being a ‘rapist’ to her. Dante wanted her badly already. It was like his entire being was aching to be close to her and even if it was not to fuck her, he craved to at least hold her close.

But recalling that he had to travel out of the country to meet James in a few days made him him know holding her close only would not work. By the time he would be returning from the travel, it would be with James and that would be the end of everything between him and Mireille and Dante could not stand the thoughts of their sofa sex in the living room being their last sex together.

He had to have her before he travelled so he could recall her taste forever, the taste of the woman he loved. He had to make Mireille give in to him, willingly. He had to make her beg for him to fuck her and that way he would be able to have her without being a ‘rapist’.

*

The next day

Mireille woke up to a knock on her door. She had ensured she locked it from behind like she had been doing these past few days in an attempt to shut Dante away from her.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily, sitting up on the bed. The knock came again and Mireille hardened her heart, ready to ignore the knock, thinking it was Dante bringing breakfast to her even when he knew fully well she was not eating any of it.

“Good morning ma’am” a feminine voice greeted from outside the door and Mireille’s brows arched as she realised it wasn’t Dante.

She got up from the bed and ran her hands through her hair, heading towards the door.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She pulled open the door to see a lot of maids lined up at her door with movable clothes shelves next to them.

“Good morning ma’am” they all greeted while Mireille stared in confusion.

“What is going on?” Mireille asked.

“We were asked to change the clothes in your closet, ma’am” the maid whom Mireille guessed to be the head said with a polite smile on her face.

“Uhm. I am okay with the clothes in my closet, so you can kindly return all of these”

“No ma’am. We will all be jobless if we do not change the clothes in your closet”

“Dante” Mireille whispered and shook her head.

“Alright. It’s fine. You can do what you were asked to do” Mireille opened the door wider and stepped away from the door.

She watched the maids walk in, pushing the clothes shelves into the room.

“Would you like to have anything while we work, ma’am?” A maid asked.

“No, I am fine. Thank you for asking”

“Alright ma’am” the maid walked away, joining the others.

Mireille watched patiently as they moved in tons of new clothes and then moved the ones that had been there before, out of the closet.

It took quite some time for them to change the entire clothes, including the bath robes in fact but they were done eventually.

“Thank you so much for letting us do our work” the hear of the maids bowed in respect.

“Thank you too” Mireille smiled back at her and the maids all walked out of the room.

Mireille let out a breath of relief and got on her feet to go and take a wash up.

After washing up, Mireille grabbed a bath robe but immediately she picked it up, her eyes narrowed at what was written on the robe.

‘Fuck me, Master’

She quickly dropped the bathrobe and picked another but the same thing was written on it.

“Heavens” she shook her head but having no options, she put on the bath robe and walked out of the bathroom, intending to change into something else immediately.

She walked into her closet quickly and the first dress she grabbed had the same thing written on it.

‘Fuck me, Master’

She quickly went through the other clothings and found out they all had that written on them.

“Dante” she shook her head and walked out of that closet into her room to find Dante leaning on her door.

She had forgotten to lock the door when the maids had left.

“What do you think you are doing, Dante?”

“Convincing you to let me fuck you” Dante replied, his gaze resting on the words written on the bath robe.

“I want my clothes back.”

“Your clothes are in your closet” Dante replied and took steps towards her.

Mireille took steps back until her back hit the wall behind her and Dante caged her to the wall.

“Your clothes are asking me to fuck you though, is that what you want too?” Dante asked, his fingers brushed her lower lip.

“Principessa” Dante called and Mireille felt herself melting away in his arms. He wasn’t calling her ‘Mireille’ with the furious eyes like he had done the previous day and it relieved her heart a lot.

“I won’t put on those clothes” Mireille’s voice came out softer than she intended it to.

“Either you put on those clothes which asks me to fuck you or you go naked which is the same thing as you asking me to fuck you. You make your choice, Principessa”