Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Mireille smiled at the meal on the dinning table before stretching her arms a bit with a tired yawn leaving her lips. She had asked the cooks to leave the job to her for the night.

Mireille bent low, taking in the aroma of the dishes she made. It was great and she could already imagine the look on Dante’s face when he tasted her food.

“Come to think of it, I have never cooked for him before.” She mumbled to herself.

“That big man had better give me loads of compliments after trying out my cooking.” she added and smiled to herself. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and took a picture of the dinning table.

She sent the picture to Dante.

‘Mexican beef and rice skillet alongside some bell pepper stuffed with meat.’

“Not enough.” she mumbled and typed another message.

‘Get home soon so you can eat this before eating me out. Can’t wait for the precious gift and my rewards for being a very good girl today.’ her cheeks heated up at her own message and she giggled softly before clicking on the send button.

She glanced at the time. It was a few minutes past 7pm already.

“How late is he going to be?” She shoved her phone back into her pocket and covered up the dishes before heading into the living room.

The three women Dante had hired for her had gotten off work at 6pm and they had been very nice and helpful. Mireille sat on the sofa in the living room, picking up the book and pen that she had dropped there earlier.

She opened up the book, revealing the rough sketch of what she wanted the shopping mall to look like. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she got back to the sketching.

*

“And what are you doing here? I already gave Jonas to you, didn’t I?” Mark asked as Dante sat into the chair opposite Mark.

“You did give him to me but you know Jonas is not what I want the most from you, right?” Dante asked and Mark gulped down, noticeably.

Dante watched as his finger moved closer to a small button on his table.

“You don’t have to.” Dante chuckled, bringing out his gun.

“Dante.” Mark called, his voice shaking in fear.

“No, go on. Press the button you so want to press.” Dante urged Mark and quite stupidly, Mark went ahead and pressed the button.

It was supposed to alert his men around that he was in danger so that they could come to his rescue.

“Stupid.” Dante remarked.

“So stupid that I wonder how you have managed to survive this long in the business. Well, well, my darling Mark. Your men are all dead right now so no one is coming to save you, not today.”

Mark gasped and got up from his chair.

“You spoilt brat! What do you think you have come here to do? Killing four men in a public place and you think you won’t be caught?!” Mark tried as hard as he could to ensure his voice was firm but his attempts definitely didn’t go too well.

“I see that you still see me as Dante from years back, don’t you? Does it look like I care if I am even found out? I have enough money to clear all traces. It won’t be the slightest problem even if I kill you right now.” Dante grinned.

“Sit back down” the grin on Dante’s face was gone and his voice sounded dangerous and commanding all at once.

“I…”

“Don’t make me make you sit down.” Dante cut him off and Mark took a shaky breath before sitting back down.

“I hate you, Dante.” Mark said shakily, underneath his breath.

“You don’t have to worry. The feeling is mutual. Enough of the stupid talk. I am getting bored already. You know what I have come for. Don’t make me waste way too much time.” Dante said as the door of Mark’s office opened again and Ditto and a few other men walked in.

“All cleared, boss.” Ditto said and Dante got up to his feet.

“May we proceed into your secret room, Mark?” Dante asked as two men walked over to Mark and pulled him out of his seat.

“And why in the world would I let you get in there?!” Mark ranted.

“There are other ways to find that room but you are for sure the quickest way. Don’t delay us, Mark.”

Dante’s phone beeped with a message and he brought his phone out of his pocket.

It was a message from Mireille.

He held back a smile at her messages but didn’t reply them and instead pushed the phone back into his pocket.

“I have to get done here as soon as possible.” He groaned, knowing that his Princess was missing his presence already.

Dante pointed the gun at Mark’s right leg.

“Take me there right now or bade farewell to this leg.”

“I am not….”

Dante shot at his leg with a groan and Mark screamed out in pains.

“Take me there or your right arm is going off too.”

“There!!” Mark screamed, pointing at a part of the room where a portrait of him was.

The two men holding him down took him towards the part of the wall he had pointed at. Dante moved closer as well as Ditto and Ditto took the portrait off.

“Punch in the password.” Dante ordered and Mark painfully punched in the password.

There was a chime and then the wall opened. They all stepped in and it was just like Jonas had said. Beautiful painting were hung all around the place.

Dante immediately walked up to the painting of the blue flower. He got it off the wall and there was the safe with a small screen in front of it requesting for the password first.

“The password?” Dante demanded.

“I’d rather die!” Mark spat.

“Oh I see.” Dante walked up to Mark and punched the already weakening man in the face.

He grabbed the painting closest to him and hit Mark on the head repeatedly, turning Mark’s face into a bloody mess. Grabbing the antique vase in the room, Dante smashed it again the floor and took a piece of the broken vase.

“Hold him down.” he said to his men and reached for Mark’s thigh where he had been shot.

“No! No! No! Don’t!” Mark screamed, trying to get away from Dante.

“You asked for this.” Dante grunted and stuck the broken piece of the vase the bullet wound.

Mark screamed out in pains, losing it completely in the pains. Dante pulled the broken piece back out and was about to stab it in again when Mark screamed.

“I will do it!!” He screamed.

Dante dropped the bloody piece of the vase and wiped away the blood that had splashed on his face when he stabbed Mark’s thigh.

Mark was carried to the safe and with tears of agony, he inputted the password.

“You are wasting my time.” Dante tapped his feet on the floor impatiently as Mark ran the other security checks.

The safe chimed and opened. Dante felt his heart do a jump as he shoved Mark away and pulled the safe open. There was another box inside of it and Dante picked the box out.

He opened it, expecting to see the expensive heirloom but inside of it was….

Nothing!

“What the fuck?!” Dante threw the box to the floor and Mark let out a long laughter, ignoring the pains that ran through his veins.

He laughed maniacally at Dante.

“You think I don’t know that you’d ask Jonas where that necklace was hidden?!” He spat out blood to the floor before refocusing his gaze on Dante.

“I changed the location of that necklace the very day I sent Jonas to you.” he laughed again.

“That goddamned necklace! I can’t even sell it and get the money I so fucking want from it because I know you will be out after me the very day I bring that necklace out! But you know one thing that necklace has done for me for a while now?” Mark asked, enjoying the fury on Dante’s face.

“It has kept me alive.” he laughed again, this time even much more loudly.

“If not for the fact that you know you can only get the location of that goddamned necklace through me, you would have killed me already, Dante!! You beast would have killed me!!! I will make sure you never find it! That way, you would have no choice than to keep me alive in hopes of getting me to reveal the location one day. That necklace, I will never let go of it! I am very well aware that the day you lay your hands on it is the day I will leave the earth so you are not going to find it, ever.” Mark cackled and laughed loudly.