Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Dante was more than surprised to find out that Mireille was pregnant.

“It… It’s for you, Dante.” Mireille added, still looking into his eyes.

“It’s… It’s alright, Princess.” Dante brushed the tears on her cheeks away.

“I know the baby can only be for me.” He said to her.

“And now what?” James asked and Dante pulled Mireille behind him.

“And now, I will be responsible for my actions.” Dante replied James.

“What do you mean by that?” James asked.

“I mean what you think I mean. I will be by Mireille’s side and I will take responsibility for her and…” Dante gritted his teeth for a second.

“And my baby.” he finished the sentence.

“Bullshit! You are joking if you think I am going to let Mireille stay with you! I don’t care if she is pregnant for you or not, she will not be with you, Dante.” James reached his hand forward to grab Mireille’s wrist but Dante pulled Mireille out of his reach.

“Let go of my sister, Dante. Do not ruin her life by keeping her with you selfishly.” He said to Dante but Dante’s grip only got tighter on Mireille’s wrist.

“I will only let go of her hand for one reason, James and that is if she tells me herself that she does not want to stay with me.” Dante said and the both of them diverted their gazes to Mireille.

“Do you want to stay with me, Princess?” Dante asked, lowering his head slightly to look into her face.

“Mireille. Do not listen to Dante. I am your brother and I know what is best for you. Dante is far from being the best thing for you. Just follow me back home, Mireille. I… The deed is already done. This bastard has done more than enough. Just follow me home and we will deal with all of this, Mireille.”

“Stay with me, Principessa.” Dante’s voice was almost in a whisper.

“You Italian bastard.” James gritted his teeth as they both stared at Mireille, waiting for a response from her.

Mireille felt confused at the moment. All of this was getting too much for her to take. She had just found out that she was pregnant and still yet had to watch her brother and the man she loved fight with each other because of her.

But if there was one thing Mireille could make sense out of her terrible confusion. It was the fact that she loved Dante and she did not care if she seemed desperate but she would jump on every and any opportunity to be with him.

“I… I am sorry, James.” Mireille whispered, lowering her gaze as she could not look at her brother.

“No… No, Mireille!” James refused to accept that she had just said those words to him.

“You can’t be serious right now!”

“I am, James. I love Dante and he is the one I want to be with.” Mireille moved closer to Dante who looked so relieved to hear her response.

“Please James. I want to be with him and I want you to support me.”

“Never!” James spat in anger.

“I will never ever support you on this! Support you getting in a relationship with this monster?! Never! Over my dead body!”

“James, please.” Mireille begged.

“I absolutely disapprove of you being in a relationship with Dante but if you choose to be with him, then it’s fine. Be with him but never appear in front of me again!” James turned and got into his car angrily.

“James.” Mireille called but James paid no heed. He glared at Dante, wishing he could kill Dante at that moment. He drove out of the mansion, zooming off at an alarming speed.

Dante let out a soft sigh when the car left.

“Princess.” he called and turned Mireille to face him.

Her teary eyes crushed his heart and he wished things could have been better, that James would not have been this mad at her.

Without a word, he pulled Mireille into a hug and held her in a tight embrace. Mireille buried her face in his chest, her arms wrapped around him.

She could only hope that she had made the right decision. It felt right though, so right and she hoped it was as right as it felt.

After about a minute, Dante lifted Mireille into his arm, lifting her up in bridal style. Mireille kept her face buried in his chest as he walked into the mansion.

Her heart raced and different thoughts also raced through her mind. Was James going to get over this anytime soon? Or was he going to get over it at all? Was Dante really going to accept her into his home and life now? And if yes, why was he doing so? Was it because he loved her too? Or was it because she was now pregnant for him? Did he even love the fact that she was pregnant for him? She could recall Dante telling her that he loved children but not the thoughts of being a father.

Mireille breathed out deeply, hearing Dante push open the door of his room. The scent of him all around the room made her feel more at peace.

Dante dropped her gently on the couch in the room and Mireille looked at his face. It was pretty bruised due to the punches James had directed at his face.

“You don’t have to worry about these few bruises. They will be gone in no time.” Dante assured her, noticing that she was staring at his face.

“D-Dante.” Mireille called and then lowered her head.

She wanted to ask him all the questions she had in her mind but she could not find the strength to ask yet.

“Why don’t you take a shower first? I will get you something to eat while you are at it.”

“I actually…” Mireille tried to speak but ended up saying nothing.

“Alright, Dante.” she gave in.

“Good girl.” Dante reached his hand forward and gently ruffled her hair.

Mireille felt her heart thumping inside of her as he got up from his crouched position, his hand leaving her hair.

He had his eyes on her for a couple more seconds before walking out of the room.

*

Mireille stepped out of the bathroom, in nothing but a bathrobe. The first person she set her eyes on as she stepped into her room was Dante.

He had clearly taken a shower too, probably in some other room and was now dressed in a white shirt and a white joggers. Mireille felt a lump building up in her throat.

Yes, she knew how hot he looked in black and dark blue but she had no idea he could equally look so hot in white.

“Take a picture if you want to, I won’t stop you, Princess.” a smirk pulled at the left corner of his lips.

“Was it that obvious that I was staring?” Mireille asked, diverting her gaze from him.

“It was.” Dante replied and watched Mireille look over at her closet door fondly.

“Come over here.” Dante urged her, spreading his arms open for her.

Without thinking twice about it, Mireille walked into his arms and he wrapped his arms around her.

After about a minute, Mireille pulled away from the hug and Dante reached his thumbs to her cheeks, caressing her cheek fondly.

“Your cheeks should be chubbier. Why don’t you stuff yourself with some food?” He cooed gently in his deep voice and it felt so soothing to Mireille’s aching heart.

“I… I really don’t know how I got pregnant.” Mireille said to Dante as if fearing that he would blame her for getting pregnant for him. She felt the urge to talk about the issues on ground instead of acting like nothing was wrong at all. She wanted clarification and Dante understood that.

“I know you told me back then that you did not ever want to be a father but… But I don’t know how this happened. I am really sorry and….” she shook her head.

“I know how it happened, Princess.” Dante cut her off.

“I fucked you bareback multiple times and that was the result. I must have mistakenly released in you one time or maybe it was precum but it does not matter. You are pregnant for me and that is beautiful.” Dante said to sooth her.

“Really?” She asked.

“Really.” he affirmed.

To be sincere with himself, he was not sure how he should feel about Mireille being pregnant. He was supposed to be excited and yes, the thoughts of having a little daughter with Mireille’s eyes felt so good or having a little son whom he could play around with. The thoughts of having his little one call him dad and the thoughts of him teaching his child things he/she needed to know.

All those thoughts sounded so good and exciting but Dante was afraid he would not be the perfect father for his baby.

Different thoughts raced through his mind. What if he turned out to be a father like his own father? What if he turned out to be even worse than his own father?

The fear of being a bad father gripped him. What if he eventually had to bring his own child into the business just like his own father had done to him?

A sweet innocent child but he could be the ruin of that sweet child. Memories of his father flashed through his head but Dante brushed it off when Mireille spoke up.

“Dante. Are you letting me stay because I am pregnant or is it because you found out you have feelings for me?” Mireille asked, badly hoping that it was the latter.

Dante smiled softly at her. He could deal with whatever issues later. For now, he was going to let his feelings lead. He loved the woman in front of him and he loved the unborn child living inside of her.

“What do you think it is?” Dante replied with a question and watched Mireille’s face fall.

She turned away from him “If you are accepting me because I am pregnant, then…” Dante cut her off by grabbing her arm and jerking her towards him.

His left arm wrapped around her waist and his right hand left her arm to tuck her wet hair back into place.

“Te amo, Principessa. Sei il grande amore della mia vita” Dante said, locking eyes with her.

“What is the meaning of that?” Mireille asked, her voice soft and her eyes eager.

“It means…” Dante leaned his face closer to hers, still holding the eye contact.

“I love you, Princess and you and only you are the love of my life.”