Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“What’s going on?” Belinda questioned as Ditto dropped her in the living room of the building right above the basement she and Jonas had been.

“Why isn’t Dante Romano here yet to do what you guys want to do so I can leave?” Belinda asked another question before Ditto could even reply the first.

“So you can leave? You seen eager to leave now, Miss. Belinda. Did the talk with Jonas not go too well this time?” Ditto asked and Belinda passed him a glare.

“You do know that he loves you though.” Ditto said.

“I asked a question which hasn’t been given any response to, Mr.” Belinda said impatiently.

“Boss is busy tonight and I doubt he will be back home tonight. So I’d just have to let you have dinner, freshen up and sleep. I’d bring you back to Jonas tomorrow morning. He just has to think that you were being hurt the entire night.” Ditto shrugged gently.

“You asked for a favour and now you guys are the ones too busy?” Belinda asked with a low huff.

“Boss is busy with Miss. Mireille. She is the only one he’d be busy anytime for.” Ditto replied and Belinda calmed down a bit.

“Fine. Since he is with Mireille, I will let this be.” she mumbled and Ditto led her out of the small building.

Minutes of walking in silence led the both of them out of the mansion and Ditto continued walking, glancing back at Belinda a few times to ensure she was still behind him.

“Can you walk faster, Belinda?” Ditto asked.

“Oh, try being in chains for hours and walk fast.” Belinda grumbled and Ditto almost chuckled.

He had been in chains countless times already, more times than he himself could recall.

“Fine.” he groaned and walked back to Belinda.

Before Belinda could say a word, Ditto had lifted her into his arms. Belinda’s eyes widened at the sudden action of Ditto.

“Wh… What are you doing?” She asked him, sounding flustered as hell.

“I already made dinner. I am not about to let it get cold because you can’t walk quickly, Miss.” Ditto replied and looked forward.

Belinda remained quiet, trying to ignore the sensation inside of her and trying not to think too much about how great his cologne was.

Ditto eventually walked into a different home, still in Dante Romano’s estate. There were a few men there too and they bowed in greeting as Ditto walked past them with her in his arms.

Ditto only dropped her when he got into the living room of the house.

“There. You are quite heavy though.” he remarked with a scrunched up look on his face.

“Whatever. My weight should be none of your business. I once read somewhere that my weight should only be my business and the business of the person whose face I sit on.” Belinda folded her arms.

“And whose face do you sit on?” Ditto asked and Belinda went silent for a few seconds.

“None of your business.” she eventually replied.

“It is.” Ditto whispered audibly.

“Why? Because you want to be the one whose face I sit on?” Belinda asked with a deep frown on her face and Ditto chuckled.

“Nah. But because I want to give that person some money as compensation for letting such a heavy person like you sit on his face. Must be a torture.” His face pulled back into the usual look while Belinda looked nothing short of furious.

“This is how you speak to someone who is doing you a favour?” Belinda asked.

“Boss is sparing Jonas life in return. So it is more like a deal now, Belinda.”

Belinda could swear she saw a smile pulling at the edge of his lips before he looked away from her.

“I’d just bring dinner over here so you can eat while watching TV.” Ditto walked away.

*

Half an hour later

“I’d clear the plates.” Ditto said, picking the used plates.

“Will Jonas be fed too?” Belinda asked.

“Enough to keep him alive.”

“Mmmh. That was delicious.” He heard Belinda say as he left with the used plates.

Returning to the living room, Ditto grabbed himself a bottle of alcohol and a glass. He seated on the sofa opposite Belinda and poured himself a drink.

“I heard you say it was delicious.” Ditto started, lifting the glass to his lips.

“Yes, it was.” Belinda affirmed.

“Can’t tell who cooks better between you and Jonas.” She pressed her lips into a thin line and shook her head.

Ditto’s gaze hardened and he took another gulp from the glass. He hated being compared to Jonas. He hated everything that had to do with Jonas in fact. Everything related to Jonas repulsed him but Ditto could not point out why Belinda did not repulse him like everything and everyone else that had to do with Jonas.

“I am sure I cook better.” Ditto said confidently and gulped down the remaining contents of the glass.

He poured himself another glass and Belinda gulped down, wanting to drink too.

“I’d like to have some too.” she said but Ditto shook his head in a negative response.

“You don’t look like you can hold your alcohol and I am really not ready to clean up after you, Miss. Belinda.”

Belinda huffed lowly.

“Me? Unable to hold my alcohol? I have been drinking even before I reached the legal age. I bet I’d be the one cleaning up after you eventually.” Belinda said and Ditto chuckled, his face lighting up again.

“You want to see who will clean up after who?” Belinda asked and although Ditto understood that she was trying to trick him to giving her a bottle too, he gave in.

“Fine. You want to drink? You are free to.” he got up on his feet and walked away, bringing back two bottles of alcohol and an extra glass.

“Here you go.” He handed a bottle and the glass to Belinda and Belinda smiled, receiving them from him.

“Just one bottle though? This is not even enough for me to get started.” she shook her head.

“That’s strong liquor, Linda” he replied and Belinda’s brows arched.

“Linda? Everyone kinda calls me Bel for short.” Belinda said, pouring herself a glass.

“I wasn’t supposed to call you that. I apologize, Miss Belinda.” Ditto apologized, as if suddenly getting a grab of himself.

“You can call me whatever tonight since I’d be drinking with you.” Belinda lifted the glass to her lips and gulped down the contents.

“Strong liquor.” Belinda huffed, staring at the empty glass in her hand.

“I need more.” she demanded.

“You are not going to get it. I am not going to watch you get drunk and have me….”

“I am not going to get drunk.” Belinda cut him off and watched him sigh softly in resignation.

He walked away and returned with two bottles of the liquor. He handed it over to her and returned to his seat.

“Believe me, Miss. Belinda. If you do get drunk, I am going to leave you right here in the middle of the living room and go to sleep.” he said but Belinda brushed off the warning.

She readjusted herself in her seat, turned on the volume of the TV and began drinking.

“My life is getting really messed up, isn’t it?” She asked but was met with silence from Ditto.

She had to glance over at where he was seated to be sure that he was not asleep yet. And he wasn’t.

She huffed and returned her gaze to the TV.

“You guys are the ones messing my life up!” She grumbled but met no response still.

Readjusting to face him, Belinda gave an almost drunken grin and waved at Ditto.

“You are getting drunk already. Let the last bottle be.” Ditto said but Belinda grabbed the last bottle, holding it close to herself.

“No!” She stated sternly with a deep frown on her face. A frown that was definitely effected by the liquor.

“Whatever you wish.” Ditto muttered, absolutely not wanting to care.

Being drunk would not kill her and if it did, that would not be so bad, right?

“You… You guys kill a lot, don’t you?” Belinda suddenly asked.

“Yes, a whole lot.” Ditto shrugged.

“About how many people have you… Have you killed with your own hands? 20? 30?” Belinda asked and Ditto shook his head.

“Much more.” he replied and Belinda gasped.

“I… I don’t know how I can sit comfortably here knowing that my life means nothing.” she shook her head, drinking directly from the last bottle.

“It baffles me too… How are you not scared?”

“I don’t know. Something tells me you won’t kill me.” She let out a silly grin and Ditto’s face turned dark.

“Jonas. That bastard. He killed the only woman I have ever loved. He killed her and took her away from me and I promised to kill whosoever he falls in love with. You are the one, Belinda.” his gaze hardened.

“So don’t be so confident that I won’t kill you. If you love your life, once you are done with this. Run far from me and never let me close to you.”

Belinda stared at him with the saddest eyes but it only lasted for a few seconds before she laughed hysterically and drank from the bottle.

She was obviously drunk at this point.

“Enough.” Ditto left his seat and moved over to her. He tried to grab the bottle from her but Belinda held onto it tightly.

“Let it go.” Ditto said to her but she refused, a pout gracing her lips. Ditto’s gaze fell from her stubborn eyes to her pouted lips and he groaned.

He had been way too busy these days. He should get laid soon and get himself right.

“You are drunk already.”

“I am not!” Belinda raised her voice and as Ditto tried to get the bottle out of grip, the bottle ended up falling to the floor with a loud crash.

Belinda flinched in fear with a loud gasp that made Ditto think she was hurt.

“Hey? Are you okay?” He lowered himself to the seat, taking her hands to check out for any hurt.

Belinda however stayed silent and motionless. And then the next second, she had her hands cupping his face.

“What are you doing?” Ditto asked and Belinda laughed.

“Such a poker face. You look better when you soften up.” she laughed and Ditto shook his head.

“I should never have let you have your way.” he mumbled and glanced at the broken glass and spilled liquor on the floor but Mireille turned his face back to face her and in a second, she had leaned close to him, her face so close to his that Ditto could feel her breath.

“Drunk women.” Ditto mumbled, about to pull her away from him but Belinda crashed her lips on his already.

Ditto froze for the first few seconds, feeling the lips of the woman he wanted to kill to avenge the death of his only love. He had to push her off him now. He was supposed to push her away from him but instead, his right arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to himself.

His lips parted urgently and he took her lips in his, sucking on her tender lips. How could the woman he wanted to kill have lips this soft, this tender? And why did they fit with his so much?

‘Oh god, I am not liking where this is taking me to’ he thought but his teeth nibbled on her lower lips and sucked on the spot.

His mouth covered hers as the kiss turned hard, the taste of the liquor filling Ditto’s mouth. He groaned as he deepened the kiss, his hands now starting to roam all over her body.

A bit of hesitation, a bit of desire pushed Ditto until his tongue was buried in her mouth, kissing her deeply.

‘This is wrong, Ditto. So fucking wrong’.

*

Author’s note.

Any Ditto and Belinda shippers? Who do you want Belinda to end up with? Jonas? Or Ditto?