Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Note: This chapter contains a violent scene.

Dante walked into the basement, followed by Ditto and three other men. Dante walked to the sofa and sat on it.

The basement was well lit and looked neat and decent, after all, Dante had it properly cleaned and had the walls repainted after every bloody kill.

“Bring him to me” Dante ordered and two men walked into the inner room and brought Felix out, forcing him to his knees.

Felix had his face bandaged and a few other parts of his body was covered in bruises.

“How was the medical care? Quite good, right? I had one of the best doctors take care of you” Dante lifted his hand towards Ditto who handed him a glass of alcohol.

Dante took a gulp and dropped the glass on the table in front of him.

“Remove the bandages and get me the needles” he ordered and one of the men held Felix down while the other brutally ripped the bandage off his face.

“Please!!” Felix screamed weakly as pains coursed through him with the bandages being ripped off his aching face.

“Here you go, boss” the needles were handed over to Dante as per his orders.

No one in the room was in the least affected by the screams of the man in their midst. Dante nodded in satisfaction as he saw the injuries and cuts on his face that was now bleeding again due to how the bandages had been ripped off his face.

Dante got on his feet, picking three needles from the tray of needles. He crouched in front of the kneeling man who was now screaming wildly, trying to free himself from the two strong men who held him down.

“Did she scream just like this while you held the needles close to her face?” Dante asked, bringing the needles close to the cut on his forehead.

“Please!” Felix begged and Dante stabbed the needle into his forehead.

Felix screamed in pains as Dante stuck two more needles in the cut. He picked more needles and stabbed them into every cut on Felix’s face.

Dante grinned in satisfaction, staring at the over twenty needles stuck into the face of the crying man.

“He still has a bit more strength in him. Pick him up and press him to the wall” Dante ordered and the two men holding him did as he said.

“Ditto, get me the nails and a hammer”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

In less than a minute, Ditto handed a nail and a hammer to Dante.

“No! Please…. Please! This… I only did it to her because she needed it! She is the future leader of the cult! Please!” Felix screamed as Dante placed the nail on his palm.

Felix tried to fold his hands but his strength in his present state was nothing compared to the strength of the man holding his hand open.

Dante hit the nail on the head with the hammer quickly and repeatedly, sending the nail through his hand and into the wall.

Felix screamed with every hit and at the last hit, his body went limp.

“Fuck! He passed out already” Dante groaned.

“Get me a bucket of cold water. I am not done for today”

“Yes boss”

A bucket of cold water was brought in no time and it was emptied on Felix. He trembled, waking up and seeing Dante’s face, he panicked.

“Please! Let me go!” He cried, the pains of the needles and nail coursing through his body.

“The other hand” Dante said and a man held Felix’s other hand.

“Aaaaaaargh! Please just kill me!” Felix cried.

“Not so soon, dear. Why send you to a hell I know nothing about when I can make this lifetime hell for you?”

Dante placed a nail in his palm and hit the head with the hammer. He had only hit the nail twice when Felix passed out again but Dante did not stop until he had nailed him to the wall.

“Boss” Ditto called gently and Dante looked at him.

“Any more and he is going to die” Ditto informed Dante making Dante groan and drop the hammer to the floor. He stepped back and took in a deep breath.

“I wish I had a way to kill him and bring him back to life again” he groaned and glanced at Ditto.

“Get the doctor to tend to him again. No matter what, he can’t die until I am totally satisfied and I am far from satisfaction right now”

“Yes boss”

Dante walked into the bathroom of the basement and washed the blood of Felix off his hands.

“Filthy dirty blood” he muttered as he washed his hands. He washed his face too and walked out of the bathroom.

He stepped out of the basement with Ditto following after him. They stepped out into a fancy beautiful room and together, they walked out of the room.

It was a beautiful mansion in one of Dante’s estate. Beautiful, clean and screaming of luxury.

“Boss” Ditto called as they got to the stairs.

Dante stopped and glanced at Ditto.

“I might get another scar for asking about this but is Miss. Mireille your woman?” Ditto asked and Dante stared at him for a little while.

“That….” He paused.

“Is none of your business. I give orders and you carry out the orders. That is all we are about. Restrain from asking me questions next time, Ditto”

Ditto gulped down and lowered his head.

“I will ask no such questions in the future, boss”

*

“Oh my god! Are you okay now? Why don’t I know about this crazy stepdad of yours?” Belinda asked over the phone.

“I don’t like talking about the past, Bel” Mireille replied softly.

“Are you fine now?”

“Yes, I am. Dante saved me before he could do anything to me”

“Oh my! He is such a great man. I think he is just perfect for you” Belinda replied and Mireille blinked nervously.

“What… What do you mean by that?” She asked.

“Don’t tell me you have absolutely no feelings for him, still.”

“I and Dante are not in a romantic relationship. We… We just take care of each other’s sexual needs” Mireille replied.

“And you are sure there is nothing more? Your heart does not flutter in his presence? And you don’t feel the butterflies at all?”

“If I feel those, does that mean that I have feelings for him?” Mireille asked.

“Of course, what else could it be? Listen to me, Mireille. I think Dante is the right man for you. He is handsome, hot and don’t even get me started about how rich he is and most importantly, he certainly adores you. I don’t know much about the both of you but I am certain Dante likes you a whole lot”

“I do not think so” Mireille replied.

“Why?”

“Because just few days ago, he made me promise I will never fall in love with him”

“Alright. I know nothing about that but I am sure he cherishes you a whole lot and I know you do too. But hey, don’t stress yourself over this. I will be with you soon to check up on you, alright?”

“Alright” Mireille mumbled and ended the call.

She slipped the phone back into her pocket, walking to the peaceful garden with the big question in her mind.

Did she love Dante or not?