Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Mireille sighed softly, watching Dante sleep. She was holding his hand in hers and her heart was still pounding.

He was out of danger now and the doctor had said that bullet had not hit his vitals or blood vessels so he would be fine in a couple of weeks.

“Dante” she whispered and kissed the back of his hand. Recalling the moment she thought she was going to lose him, she felt her heart pound harder.

Mireille had thought that what scared her the most was her stepdad reappearing in her life but today, she had just realized that was not it at all.

Listening to Dante groan in pains and forcing out smiles to her to assure her he was okay scared the living hell out of her. Her grip tightened even more as if holding tighter would make him heal faster.

Mireille had barely had the time to even wonder why someone had tried to shoot her. Her mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of Dante’s safety and the fact that he had saved her.

He had seen it coming and had taken the bullet for her. Mireille felt her heart flutter as it noted out that part of the entire incident. Dante had taken a bullet for her!

Would he have done that if he did not love her? What did this mean? Did it mean that he loved her or was he just protecting her on James behalf?

Mireille cleared her throat, trying to shake the thoughts out of her head. Truth be told was that she found herself hoping that Dante was in love with her and she was scared that might not be the truth.

Mireille lowered her head and brushed his hand against her face gently, careful not to wake him up. Looking at his sleeping figure, Mireille admitted that she was falling in love with him and realised that she would not hesitate to be his woman forever if he asked.

She let out a heavy breath and ran her other hand through her hair, wondering how she was suddenly falling for this man whom she had disliked so much two months ago.

But how could she not fall for him? He took care of her, he seemed to adore her and he seemed to be ready to do a lot of things for her and she did not even have to talk about how much pleasures he brought to her.

“It would be harder to believe if I did not fall for all of that” she whispered, not knowing what to do. If she should let herself fall deeper for him and expect him to love her back and be the man she wanted (a man who doesn’t kill), then stay with him forever or if she should immediately stop herself from falling deeper for him and save herself from all the uncertainties that her feelings were bringing to her.

“Get well soon, Master Dante” she smiled at her own words and got up to get a glass of water.

She gulped down the liquid thirstily and returned to the chair, beside his bedside. Mireille could not find it in her to leave him and sleep elsewhere. She wanted to hold his hands and be the first person he would see when he woke up.

*

“Hey” Dante called out to the sleeping Mireille, his voice low.

“D-Dante?” She raised her head up, rubbing the sleepiness off her eyes with her left hand.

“Are you okay? Just a minute, let me get you the doctor” she hurried to her feet but Dante tightened his grip on her hand.

“Are you in so much panic that you’ve forgotten you can just tap a button?” He asked.

“Oh” Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line and clicked on the button instead.

She sat back down on the chair and looked at Dante, worry still evident on her face.

“Are you okay? Should I get you a glass of water? Does it still hurt a lot?” She asked and Dante smiled.

“It’s okay, Princess. Nothing a perfect man like me can’t handle”

A smile forced its way to Mireille’s lips and she shook her head.

“You can’t even be a little bit sad about your condition?” Mireille asked.

“A perfect man like me has no reason to be sad” Dante replied and Mireille was about to give him a response when the door of the room opened and a female doctor walked in.

“He is awake now, Miss” Mireille got up and moved away from the bed.

She watched as the doctor asked Dante a few questions before turning to face her.

“How is he? Would he be fine soon?” She asked.

“Like I told you last night, he will be fine in no time. He would have to remain at this hospital though so we can attend to his gunshot wound until it heals up”

“How long would that take?” Mireille asked and the doctor looked back at Dante.

“He is very healthy so it won’t take that long. A couple of weeks is all it would take” she replied and Mireille saw Dante huff noiselessly.

“Okay, thank you so much. Can I get him something to eat now?”

“Sure” the doctor smiled and then walked out of the room.

“A couple of weeks? No way I am spending that in a goddamned hospital” Dante said as soon as the doctor was out.

“Don’t be stubborn, Dante Romano. You were shot, you need to stay here so you can be taken care of. Forget about work or whatever. You can only do all of that if you are alive anyways” She said to him, a scolding look on her face.

“This hurts a bit” Dante groaned and Mireille quickly moved closer to him.

“Should I call the doctor back?” She asked.

“You don’t have to. I was just trying to figure something out” Dante replied.

“Figure what out? You only have to rest right now and not think about work or…”

“Who told you I was thinking about work?” Dante asked, his eyes narrowing at her.

“Then?” Mireille asked.

“I was trying to figure out if I can fuck you perfectly without this gunshot wound hurting way too much”

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“Jeez, Dante.” She poked his shoulders gently.

“How can you be thinking about that? Did you really get shot? Cause if you got shot, why would you be thinking of this?”

Dante slowly shut his eyes.

“Maybe because my entire existence now revolves around you” he whispered.

“What did you say?” Mireille asked and Dante opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

“Nothing, Princess. I am hungry. Get me something to eat, will you?”