Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“You heard me. You stay back while I do the cooking.” Dante said to Mireille who was seated on the couch with a pout on her lips.

Dante leaned in closer and kissed her pouted lips.

“You made breakfast and lunch. I want to make dinner.” she grumbled.

“It’s too stressful for you. I will make dinner, when we are done eating. We could take a short walk for our baby’s sake.” he replied.

“Then let me just assist you. I could chop the vegetables and just a bit of other things.”

“I will do everything myself. You’ve overworked yourself already.”

“No, I haven’t.” she replied stubbornly.

“You do recall that I had to carry you here from the room? You weren’t just limping, you could not even walk.” Dante smirked.

“I can.” Mireille blushed and hit his arm.

Dante chuckled, pulling away from her.

“Just stay here while I cook real quick.” he turned to leave and just then the doorbell rang.

Dante paused and turned towards Mireille, raising a brow to ask if she was expecting anyone.

“I don’t know.” Mireille shrugged.

“Alright. Stay back here. I’d check who it is.” Dante replied and walked to the door.

He pulled open the door and there was Annette standing with a smile that vanished as soon as she saw Dante.

“Oh my!” She gasped slightly.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“It’s your coworker.” Dante called out.

“Annette?? Let her in!” Mireille called back and Dante stepped out of the way for Annette.

“Come in.”

“Yes… Yes.” Annette smiled and walked into the house.

Dante walked after her and Annette sat opposite Mireille giggling and squealing.

“I’d be in the kitchen then. Let me know if you need anything for you or your friend here.”

“Sure.” Mireille gave Dante a small smile and watched as he walked off to the kitchen.

“Oh my!!” Annette squealed excitedly.

“Is this the reason you were absent from work today? Why am I even asking? He has to be the reason.”

Mireille could not find words as she just beamed with happy smiles.

“I have never seen you this happy, Mireille. You really love your fiance. He should come around more often so you can be this happy always.” Annette said.

“I know, right?”

“Why were you denying that he was your fiance though? What’s there to deny? He looks perfect!”

“We just had a little couple disagreement and I was kinda mad at him but we are cool now.” Mireille replied.

“Aww, you are so lucky. He looks like he will be just perfect for you.”

“He is.” Mireille affirmed.

“I have something to tell you though.” Annette shifted to the edge of the sofa.

“Mr. Anderson was grumpy throughout the morning and kept asking about when you would get to work. He looked really mad and…”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I am really getting sick of Mr. Anderson. He was trying to make me go somewhere with him yesterday and when I refused, he held my hands tightly, so tight that it hurt. I am…”

“You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” Annette cut Mireille off.

Mireille furrowed her brows.

“What do you mean?”

“He was sacked. All of a sudden, Mr. Anderson was sacked. He’s been in the company for years and it is a bit strange that he was sacked so quickly but it is a huge relief.” Annette grinned.

Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line and looked towards the kitchen. A smile parted her lips eventually and she lowered her lead to laugh.

“What’s funny or amusing?” Annette asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. I am glad he is gone too. Good riddance. A man like him doesn’t deserve to be the manager.”

“Exactly.” Annette affirmed.

“You need to see the shock on his face. I swear Mr. Anderson wasn’t expecting it at all.”

“He definitely wasn’t.” Mireille added.

“What would you like to have, though?” Mireille asked.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about me. I should leave now in fact. This is precious time with your man. I should not waste any of that precious time.” Annette grabbed her bag.

“C’mon, he is busy with cooking at the moment. You should stay longer.”

“No, no and no. I am not interfering with couple’s time.” Annette got up on her feet.

“Uhm… I am sorry I won’t be able to really walk you down the road.” Mireille apologized.

There was no way she would try walking and Annette wouldn’t notice how much her legs had given way.

“It’s totally fine.” Annette smiled like the ray of sunshine she usually was.

“Byeee. Have fun” Annette winked suggestively and walked away.

Mireille giggled softly. If she and Dante had sex all night and all day tomorrow like they had done today, she was sure she was going to end up in a wheelchair.

Getting up to her shaky legs, Mireille limped to the kitchen.

“Hey? Why are you here?” Dante asked, glancing back at her.

“Why are your instincts so sharp? I walked over here quietly” Mireille grumbled and Dante smiled.

“Should I say it’s one of the requirements of my type of job?” Dante asked and Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded.

“I get. I will try not to talk about that part of my life with you frequently” Dante said.

“No, I don’t want that.” Mireille shook her head and moved closer to him.

“I want you to talk to me about everything about you. Maybe excluding the gory details though.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Dante. I want to know you better. I want to be the one who knows you best.”

“You already are, Princess. Your friend left?” He asked.

“Yes. She wanted to give us more of couple’s time according to her.”

“She did well.” Dante remarked.

“She also told me that Mr. Anderson was fired and I know that was your doing.”

Dante stilled for a second before shrugging slightly.

“That’s the least I could do to him. That little bastard touched you, against your wishes. I didn’t kill him only because you didn’t want that.” he mumbled.

“You have that much connections here too?” Mireille smiled.

“Sacking a mere manager is no big deal for me, Princess. And trust me, I am not done with that piece of shit but I still won’t kill him. Be rest assured.”

“Is the mafia really rough?” Mireille asked.

“Very rough, Princess.” Dante responded and thought about telling Mireille that James was in the mafia too. Mireille was going to be heartbroken to find that out and Dante didn’t want to ruin the relationship between James and Mireille further.

“You’ve got to kill everyday?” Mireille asked.

“No, absolutely not. There are really smooth days when everything goes as planned. Money made, no one dies. There are a lot of days like that.” Dante replied her.

“I see…” Mireille mumbled.

“Princess.” Dante called as he chopped the vegetables.

“Yes?”

“Would you come back home with me soon?”