Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Belinda stared at the screen of her phone, her fingers tapping on the material of her bed. She had ended the call with Mireille after a whole lot more conversations.

She had thought talking to her best friend would help her sleep peacefully but it was still not working.

Belinda played the voice note Jonas had sent to her a few minutes ago.

“I am really sorry for mentioning her name when you clearly asked me not to mention her name anymore. I know that’s why you are mad at me and haven’t been replying my texts all day. I am really sorry, Bel. Can you reply now?”

There was something about the way he called her Bel. Something about it that enchanted Belinda in the best way possible.

Apart from the voice note, Jonas had sent a few other messages throughout the day, coaxing her to reply him.

With a pouty frown on her face, Belinda picked up her phone and typed in a message.

“Alright” was all she sent to him.

Only a few seconds later, Jonas was typing.

“Jeez! Thank you for replying. But a ‘one word’ response is not fair, don’t you think?”

Belinda smiled softly and was about typing a message when Jonas call came in. She decided to pick the call.

“Hey” she called softly.

“Hey, Bel” his voice made Belinda’s heart skip a beat.

“How did your day go?” Belinda asked.

“How do you think it would go when you ignored me all day?” Jonas asked.

“Sounds like someone felt bad the whole day”

“I did but why am I sure that your day was not perfect too without me in it” Jonas replied, his voice dripping with confidence.

“That…”

“I know I am right” Jonas cut her off.

“Whatever” Belinda rolled her eyes and Jonas chuckled.

“Did you have dinner yet?” Jonas asked.

“Sure”

“Tasted better than what I cooked for you?” Jonas questioned.

“Hmmm, yes”

“That’s a lie. Do you want to come over to my place to eat again tomorrow?” Jonas asked.

“No, I don’t want to”

“Uhm… Why?”

“Because I don’t want to see your face”

“I know you want to see my face. I am about to take a bath now. Would you like me to send you a picture of me when I am done?” He asked and Belinda smiled softly.

“Send it if you want to”

“I know you want to see it. You probably want a picture of me naked but I am not giving you that much” he replied.

“You think too high of yourself” Belinda laughed softly.

“Your laughter is quite enchanting, Bel”

“Hey, what are you up to? Trying to make me fall for you? Or this is how you just go around playing with every lady you have had a one night stand with?”

“I definitely do not go around chasing every lady I sleep with and trying to make you fall for me? I am not sure about that, Bel but I am sure I just love these little moments we are having”

“And you? Why are you on this call tonight?” He asked when Belinda said nothing in response to his words.

“Because you begged me to talk to you?” Belinda asked with a small chuckle.

“You definitely don’t talk to every man who begs you, right? Tell me what it is keeping you on this call tonight”

“I think it’s the same thing with you. I am just going with the flow and seeing where this leads us” she replied.

“What’s your best colour too, Bel?”

“I don’t know. I love every beautiful thing irrespective of the colour” she replied.

“Great! Uhm… I hate to go but I have to shower now.”

“Alright”

“Don’t go to sleep yet. I am blessing your eyes with a picture of me before you go to sleep”

*

Dante walked into his room slowly and quietly. Our of the darkness of the room, he could make out the figure of Mireille sleeping peacefully in his bed.

He walked into the bathroom, quiet enough not to wake Mireille up. Standing in front of the mirror, he realized that he had blood stains on his face.

“Shit. Good thing she is asleep” he muttered and splashed water on his face, washing off the blood stains on his face.

Dante decided to take a shower too and in a couple of minutes he was done. He had gotten a minor issue with his ‘goods’ movement being interfered by a couple of law enforcers.

Dante had had it taken care of.

He walked to the closet, picked black pajamas and slipped it on before returning to the room.

He got in bed with Mireille and a small smile played on his lips when she grumbled his name in her sleep.

“Sleep peacefully, Princess” he kissed her forehead softly and pulled her to lay on top of his body.

Dante wrapped his arms around her and just holding her close to him made him feel good.

The remaining two months was running by pretty quickly but Dante did not think leaving Mireille in two months would work out.

Firstly, the two months could not even be two months since he would have to travel out of the country to join James soon and as soon as he and James got back safely, his relationship with Mireille would end. James could never find out about his relationship with his sister.

Merely thinking about it made his heart wrench but Dante shoved the feelings away, refusing to give a name to whatever he was feeling.

*

The next day

Mireille woke up to the feel of soft pair of lips pressed against her own lips.

“Good morning, Princess” Dante’s deep voice graced her ears and Mireille buried her face in the sheets.

It felt like a blessing for her ears to hear his voice first thing in the morning.

“Good morning, Dante” she mumbled a greeting, pulling herself and sitting up on the bed.

Her brows furrowed as she realized that Dante was dressed up already.

“Jeez! Why did you not wake me up? Am I late already?” She panicked.

“You are not late. I am leaving earlier than usual because I have to travel tomorrow. I am working a few hours more to clear my schedule before I do so”

“Travel?” Mireille felt her heart sink.

“Yes, Princess. I know you are going to miss me. Go on. Tell me how much you are going to miss me” he looked at her with a smirk on his face.

Mireille masked up with a frown.

“Me? Miss you? Never”

“But I am certain you will miss my cock” Dante said confidently as Mireille got out of bed.

“Uhm… Maybe”

“Maybe?” Dante walked a few steps, closing the distance between them.

“Do I have to make you cry and beg for my cock right now or are you going to tell me you will miss my cock?” He asked her, his voice low and deep.

Mireille felt her stomach tighten in excitement but she knew she just had to be stubborn to get him.

“Not even maybe. I am not going to miss you or your cock” she glanced down at his crotch.

“Really?” His right arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand reached for the necklace that rested on her neck.

“R-really” Mireille replied, her voice already wavering as his fingers touched her waist.

“Tell me you want my cock and you will miss my cock” Dante moved his face closer to hers.

“I… I won’t” she replied stubbornly but her voice was not as stubborn as her words were.

Dante brushed his lips against her lips, not kissing her but simply brushing his lips against hers.

Mireille’s eyes closed and she pressed her head forward for a better kiss.

“This does not look like what a person who does not want my cock should do” Dante’s hand on her waist slipped down to her ass.

“I….” Dante cut her off, taking her lips into his and kissing her this time around.

Mireille moaned into the kiss as Dante groped her ass tightly. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply, his erection pressing into her stomach.

Mireille shivered in his grip, the kiss making her feel weak in her knees. Dante was such a good kisser. No, he was good over all. He was good at every single thing he did.

Mireille wrapped her arms around him but as soon as she did, Dante pulled away from the kiss with a smirk on his face.

“Someone who does not want my cock seems to be pulling me closer” he teased and Mireille almost gave up the act at that moment.

“I wasn’t pulling you closer” her words were in a soft whisper, her gaze on his lips.

“Really?” Dante turned her around suddenly and before Mireille could figure out what was happening, Dante had bent her over the bedside table.

Dante groaned and pulled the flimsy material off her pajamas off her ass.

He raised his hand and smacked her ass.

“Oh god!” She gasped.

“So tell me, will you miss me? Will you miss my cock?” Dante demanded to know as his fingers found its way to her wet pussy.

“I… I won’t miss you or your cock.” Mireille remained stubborn.

His thick fingers grazed her pussy and Mireille moaned feeling his fingers on her wet pussy. She could not wait for him to push his fingers inside of her.

She wanted him already.

“Hmmm. You are wet. Your body is not as stubborn as your words are” Dante pulled his fingers away from her pussy, earning a grumble from Mireille.

Before she could look back to see what next Dante was about to do, she felt his erection pressing her pussy.

But hell! It was his clothed erection!

“M-master” she moaned softly.

“Yes, Princess? Do you admit now that you will miss your master’s cock?” Dante asked and spanked her ass again.

“Yes Master!” She whimpered, not having enough will to continue with her stubborn words.

“I want your cock Master and I will miss your cock. Please give it to me” she looked back at him, her eyes pleading with him to get naked and shove his cock inside of her but the smirk that appeared on Dante’s face told her that he had a different plan.

Mireille shook her head.

“No… No, please. Please Master” she begged but Dante pulled away from her anyways.

“Deal with it yourself, Princess”

Mireille stood up front her bent over position, her legs quivering a bit.

“No, please Master” she begged and Dante moved his hand to her ass and squeezed it hard.

“Mhmmm. I would love to have your pussy but how would you learn not to joke around with your master, next time?”

Mireille was horny and she needed Dante desperately but Dante had his mind made up. His hard cock was against his decision though.

“This is your punishment for refusing to admit early enough that you will miss my perfect cock” He pulled away from her, his lust filled eyes staring into her own lust crazed eyes.

“Have a nice day ahead of you, Princess” He winked at her and exited the room.

Mireille groaned and fell back into the bed. She needed to relieve herself as soon as possible.

“I hate you, Dante Romano” she grumbled as she led her hand to her pussy.

She slipped two of her fingers inside of her and squirmed in pleasure.

She wanted his fingers though, they were much more thicker and linger than hers and far more skillful than hers was.

“You damned tease! I hate you Dante!”