Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

The next day

Dante woke up a bit earlier than Mireille. He glanced at the beautiful woman sleeping in his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead. His gaze dropped to her lips and as much as he wanted to kiss her lips, he held back from doing so.

He could wake her up by doing so and he did not want Mireille to wake up right now. He had to pull a shirt on before she would wake up to see his arm in a bandage.

He had not thought out a lie good enough to tell Mireille about his arm injury.

Pulling Mireille gently away from him, he got out of bed and moved into his closet. He pulled a shirt over his body and walked back out into the room.

“Dante.” Mireille was rubbing her sleepy eyes when he came back into the room.

“Good morning Princess.” Dante replied, glad that he had decided to get up a minute ago to wear this shirt.

He walked up to her as she sat up in bed. His right hand reached for her chin, lifting her face up to meet with his. He leaned in to kiss her but suddenly, Mireille looked away from him with a frown, stopping him from kissing her.

“Princess?”

Mireille moved away from him and shot him glares. She had waited long hours for him to get back and now, he was suddenly here this morning, trying to kiss her.

She got off the bed, the frown on her face getting even deeper.

“Frowning so deeply in the morning will make you get wrinkles earlier than you are supposed to get them.” Dante joked but Mireille was absolutely not taking the joke.

“When did you get back home?” She asked.

“Around 12am. You were asleep when I got back.” Dante replied.

“Oh, I should have been awake by 12am?”

“Princess.” Dante called and walked over to her side.

“I was really occupied and ended up taking longer than I expected. I’m sorry.”

“You were working until 12am?” Mireille asked, the frown still on her face.

“I was late, later than I thought I’d get back. Let me make it up to you, okay?”

“You were working until 12am?” Mireille repeated her previous question.

“I was working on getting something back for you.”

“The precious gift?” Mireille asked and Dante raised his hand to her cheek, gently brushing her cheek and getting rid of the frown on her face.

“Yes, Princess.”

“You could have brought it back next time. I was home all alone all day and I made dinner for you too but now it’s wasted and…”

“Wasted? I am going to eat it all up this morning.”

“Lies. I heard from the cook that you don’t like microwaved meals.” she pouted.

“I am going to eat yours over and over again.”

“Promise me you won’t stay out that late again.” Mireille demanded.

“I promise. I won’t stay out that late ever again.”

A smile parted Mireille’s lips and she pushed herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“I missed you.” she let out, feeling the warmth of his body.

“I fucking missed you too and that is why I am not going out to work today. I am going to stay home all day with you.” he patted her hair gently before pulling away the hug.

“Where is my precious gift?” Mireille asked and Dante pulled at her cheeks.

He walked over to the couch where he had dropped the small bag that contained the necklace since the previous night. He walked back to Mireille who was all jiggy with excitement already.

Mireille’s eyes widened and lit up as she set her eyes on the necklace.

“Dante!” She gasped.

“Is that what I think it is?!” She clasped her hands around her mouth.

“A pink diamond?!”

“It belonged to my mother and it once belonged to her own mother. She would have passed it on to a daughter but all she had was me and I am sure she would have wanted you to have this if she was alive.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“It’s a family heirloom?”

“Yes, Princess.”

Mireille gulped down hard before shaking her head.

“No, it should probably stay with you. It is way too important, I won’t be able to handle it properly. Maybe if we give birth to a daughter, we could give it to her.” Mireille replied.

“It should stay with you until our daughter is of age” Dante took the necklace to her neck.

“Oh my god! Dante!”

Dante chuckled at her reactions.

“C’mon, just see it as another necklace I am gifting to you.”

“Just another? This is probably worth millions!”

“It will probably sell for about 30 million.” Dante replied and Mireille instantly pulled away, avoiding the necklace.

“30 freaking million dollars?! No, you should keep it with you, Dante. That’s worth a whole lot and the fact that it has several of your ancestor’s memories. No, you should keep it with you and…”

“But you are still worth much more.” Dante grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace, her back to him.

“It will look beautiful on you.” he gently locked the necklace around her neck and lowered his head to her neck, dropping kisses on her neck all the way to her shoulders.

“Want to check it out in a mirror?” He asked and Mireille nodded in response, giving in.

Dante picked her up in his arms and dropped her in front of a mirror.

Mireille looked at herself in the mirror and she could not help the smile that parted her lips. She had a whopping 30 million dollars resting on her neck and not just that, she had Dante’s maternal family heirloom.

It made her feel even much more reassured. No one would give out such a precious necklace if he did not love the one he was giving it too.

“It looks so beautiful.” she mumbled, her right hand on the necklace while her left hand was on her stomach.

Mireille felt perfect. A man who loved her behind her and their child growing inside of her. Everything was going to go so smoothly from now on.

She turned to face Dante and standing on her toes, she pulled him down and crashed her lips on his, kissing him softly. Dante’s arms wrapped around her waist and he kissed her back, ravishing her mouth with his.

Mireille broke the kiss shortly, but kept eye contact with him. His grey eyes staring beautifully back into her own eyes.

“I will cherish this gift, Dante. I will cherish everything you’ve given to me. I will cherish our love even more.”

“I know you will.” Dante’s gaze dropped back to her lips.

“Why are your lips so addictive?”

“Is that the only thing addictive about me?” Mireille asked teasingly.

“Everything about you is addictive.” he claimed her lips with his once more.

Dante hoped things would remain like this forever. Just him, Mireille, their child and love forever. That would be the biggest gift he could ever receive in his life.