Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Dante stepped on the accelerator, his eyes narrowed and sharp. His brows were pulled into a sharp arch and just above them, few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.

He had tried calling Mireille back a couple of times but she was not picking up anymore and he could not quantify his fear of losing her. How in the world would he live with the guilt of knowing that he killed her by letting her out alone? And how would he tell James about whatever happened?

He glanced at the gun on the other seat of the car. The bullets in that gun was meant for someone else but not anymore.

The bullets were now meant for whosoever had put her in danger.

Checking the location of her phone, Dante pulled the car to a halt and stepped out of the car with his phone and gun in his hands.

He only had to walk a few steps before he heard her voice.

“Help me!” It was a scream, filled with pains, pains that Dante himself could feel.

He ran towards the direction of the voice and found Mireille underneath a man who was struggling to get her to stop screaming. Mireille’s lacy bra had been torn already and the cute white shirt she had been wearing that morning was on the floor.

Her screams and cries pierced Dante’s heart. He could listen to a thousand people crying and not be moved but not her. Mireille was not supposed to cry, ever.

“Motherfucking bastard! No one touches my princess!” Dante gritted his teeth and fired three shots at the man who had not even been conscious of his presence.

Silence followed and then the man dropped to the floor, dead. Dante walked over to the man’s corpse, still angry and furious.

He shot at the dead man two more times before dropping the gun. Mireille’s whimpers brought him back to his senses and he rushed to her, pulling his coat off.

“Dante” Mireille cried as he raised her up from the floor and put his coat over her.

“It’s okay, princess. I am here, it is fine now”

Mireille buried her face in his chest, her arms circling around his body.

“I really thought I was going to get raped, Dante. I…. I thought he… I thought he was going to have his way” she cried and Dante slowly wrapped his arms around her too, his right hand finding the back of her head and patting her gently and comfortingly.

“Nothing is going to happen to you as long as I am here, princess. I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear.” he assured her.

A few black cars suddenly parked and Mireille panicked, thinking it could be the cops and Dante would be arrested for murder.

She quickly pulled away from his arms, her eyes filled with tears.

“Get rid of his body” Dante ordered and that was when Mireille realized he that it wasn’t the cops but Dante’s men.

“Yes boss”

Dante’s gaze fell on her bruised neck and he felt anger running through him yet again.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“He hurt you, Princess.” He took hold of her hands and his heart swelled as the bruises on her hands too came in sight.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have killed him in a haste.” He apologized.

“He did not deserve a quick death after hurting you. I should have killed him slowly and make him regret ever touching you. I should have let him shed tears until there is not a tear in his eyes to shed. I should have tied him up and pierced his skin and let his blood drip into a bowl. I should not have killed him in such a simple way. I am sorry, Princess”

Mireille could not say a word. She was too hurt, too scared and too shaken to say anything. In fact, she could hardly understand Dante’s words. The only thing she could understand at the moment was his warmth so she hugged him again, crying and wetting his shirt with her tears.

Dante picked her up from the floor totally, pulling her into his arms, bridal style.

Somehow, it made Mireille feel safe that he was holding her. Maybe James and Dante were right, the world was way too dangerous for her.

Dante took her into his car and placed her gently in the backseat.

“We will be home in no time.” He patted her gently and got into the driver’s seat.

*

Dante waited by the closet door, his feet tapping at the floor impatiently as he waited for Mireille to step out.

She eventually did, her eyes dull and her gaze on the floor. She was dressed up in black pajamas.

Dante picked her up and took her to her bed, lowering her onto the soft material.

He pulled the sheets and tucked her into bed before sitting at the edge of the bed, his hand holding hers.

“Go to sleep. I am here, nothing will happen to you” he hushed and his voice sounded soothing and comforting to Mireille.

His hand caressed hers gently and Mireille closed her eyes. She still felt afraid by what had happened that night but she could not talk about it yet because she knew it would break her down the more.

She silently thanked Dante for not asking her about what happened.

“I can’t sleep, Dante. Can you sing me a lullaby?” She asked softly.

“Oh, I guess I can” Dante replied, unsure of himself but not wanting to disappoint her.

Without another word, Dante began to hum a peaceful melody and Mireille closed her eyes back as the softness of the melody wrapped around her while his harsh, strong hand gently stroked her soft, bruised han.

Her breathing soon turned even and Dante was glad that it has worked.

He watched over her as she slept. With every second, he was glad that he got to her before that man could have a taste of her body.

That filthy man did not deserve Mireille’s body and he did not care about who deserved it, in fact.

About an hour had passed with Dante just remaining in the dark silence and staring at her sleep.

“Goodnight, princess” he whispered to her softly and tried to get his hand out of her grip but she held onto him tighter.

“Quite strong while asleep” he mumbled and wriggled his hand out of her grip but as soon as he succeeded with it, a whimper escapes her lips and Dante instantly intertwined their hands again.

She fell silent immediately and Dante realized that a tear had slipped down when he had let go of her hand.

He tried to slip his hand away, this time slower and gentler but it was the same result.

“Please don’t leave me” she grumbled and another tear rolled out of her closed eyes.

Dante felt his heart clench at the sight of her tears. She was a princess and a princess should never have had a reason to cry.

Intertwining their hands once more, Dante used his other hand to unbutton his shirt but once again, he had to pull his hand away from hers to pull the shirt off his body totally.

He threw the shirt onto the nearest couch in the room and got into bed with Mireille.

If she could not sleep without his touch tonight, it would be better for him to just sleep by her side.

Getting under the sheets too, Dante wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her from the back.

Her ass was pushing into his crotch and in a few seconds, he felt her push back into his body, as if seeking for more of his warmth.

“Goodnight, Princess” he could not resist the urge to place a kiss on her exposed neck.

After all, it was just a kiss, just a touch of his lips against her skin.

He brushed away the few strands of hair and kissed the skin there softly before shutting his eyes too.