Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Princess.” Dante slowly lifted his head up, finally responding.

“I am sorry.” Mireille mumbled again and Dante spread his arms.

“Come over here, sweet princess.” Mireille quickly got into his arms, hugging him tightly, her face buried in his neck.

Dante shut his eyes, wrapping his arms around Mireille too. The both of them remained hugging each other for a long while until Dante pulled her to sit on his laps and brushed the tears off her cheeks.

“I made you cry today, Princess. I shouldn’t have made you cry. I should have….”

“No. No, Dante.” Mireille cut him off.

“I misunderstood you. It was my fault for not trusting you enough.” she added.

“You will trust me more from now on?” Dante asked softly.

“I will trust you more than I trust myself.” she replied and Dante gave her a smile.

“And about what you said earlier. You are the best woman for me. No other woman can be better for me. I love you and I do not care about what other women have. C’mon, I am not the best man out there but you chose to love me. You don’t know how much I consider myself lucky to have you. Men would fall over each other just to have one look at your face.”

“Now, you are exaggerating things.” Mireille laughed, the sad look on her face vanishing in an instant.

“I am not.” Dante’s lips pulled into a smile, seeing her laugh.

“Of course you are. Who would fall over each other just to have a look at my face? I am not a goddess.” she laughed again

“You are a goddess to me. One I would love to worship for the rest of my life.”

Mireille stared at him lovingly before hugging him once more. She pulled back, cupping his face in her hands.

“I am really sorry about tonight, Dante. I was stupid to doubt your loyalty to me.”

“I was more stupid to walk away right after I cleared things.” he said and pulled at her cheeks.

“I love you.”

“I love you even more, Princess. Way way more.”

“Says the man who rejected me thrice” Mireille laughed.

“I am the one who loves you more.” she added.

“Says the woman who has told me she hates me more times than I can recollect.”

“Hate? I never said so.” Mireille denied.

“Don’t even try denying that. I heard I hate you from you countless times back in highschool and just few months ago. I walked in on you telling James about how much you hate me and would never get involved with me.”

“Can you just forget about all of those times?” Mireille asked.

“I can’t forget things magically, can I?”

“Oh, please do.”

“No. I don’t ever want to forget those times even. Those moments were so cute and I cherish them forever.”

“Jerk!” Mireille frowned deeply at him, giving his chest a light hit.

“I hate you.” she grumbled and Dante chuckled.

“There we go again.” he pointed out and Mireille grumbled even more.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I know.” Dante replied and kissed her lips.

“You should go to sleep now. I bet our baby needs to rest.” Dante lifted Mireille and placed her on the bed.

He moved his face down to her stomach and kissed on it.

“Hello baby, it’s your dad. Would you like to look like me or your mum?”

“Looking like both of us would be way better.” Mireille replied.

“Hey. I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to my baby.” Dante said playfully and Mireille laughed.

“Your baby can’t reply you yet.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“I can hear my baby already. You have no idea the connection we have.” he placed his head on her stomach.

“Go to sleep already, Mireille and don’t eavesdrop on my baby and I conversation.”

“You are something else.” Mireille remarked and shut her eyes.

“Don’t disturb mommy too much, okay? When you get to the point where you start kicking, don’t kick too hard. Daddy doesn’t like seeing mommy in pains, okay? And I know you won’t like that too, right?” He waited for a second.

“Good. I knew you wouldn’t like it too. And when mommy is about to bring you out to the world, into my hands. Don’t stress mommy, okay?”

“C’mon, Dante. You are cracking me up.” Mireille laughed, not being able to hold back anymore.

Her hands reached into his hair and her fingers entangled with the dark hair.

“You make me so happy.”

“Just like you do the same to me too.”

*

“Why do you think they suddenly called? Was Mireille supposed to know that I am around?” Belinda questioned.

“I have no idea what happened over there just now but whatever it is, I am sure boss has it in control.” Ditto replied and Belinda nodded.

“You are not requesting for something to drink tonight.” Ditto pointed out quite jokingly and Belinda chuckled.

“So I can get drunk and kiss you again? You want me to kiss you so badly?” She asked, sitting straight and looking at him directly.

Ditto who was seated on the sofa opposite her only smirked and shook his head.

“I already told you that you are not my type.”

“Jonas really loves me though.” Belinda pouted a bit sadly.

“It was hard to watch that. Perhaps it was nothing to you and to your boss who have seen way worse a lot of times but it was hard for me to watch that happen to Jonas. Him being tied down with his face bleeding. And yet the only…. The only one he cared about was me.” Belinda pressed her lips into a thin line.

“I feel a bit bad. He thinks I am in real danger and is exposing whatever to you guys because of my safety. I feel bad. After that night with all the shooting, I thought Jonas did not love me at all. I thought it was all just a ploy to get to Mireille but now, I think I know better. He loves me.”

Ditto groaned, capturing Belinda’s attention.

“What?”

“Can we talk about something else? Maybe what we were talking about earlier?”

“About me being or not being your type? Why would you want me to switch back that that?” Belinda asked.

“Just talk about anything other than Jonas. You know fully well how much I hate that bastard. It angers me to hear you speak about him.”

“I want to speak about him tonight, can I?” Belinda asked, her voice sincere.

Ditto sighed softly, giving his permission.

“Alright, go on.”

“When you guys set Jonas free, I wonder if we would still be able to get back together and date again? Or if everything has gotten ruined way too far.”

“What do you want exactly, Linda? Do you want to stay with him? Do you still love him?”