Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

The next day was a Sunday and Dante was in his study room when a knock came on the door. Dante looked away from the book he had been trying to read to the door.

He was barely able to read, unable to stop recollecting Mireille in this same study, bent over and taking his cock in her ass.

“Come in.” He mumbled when the knock came again.

The door opened and Ditto walked in making Dante narrow his eyes at him. He had not asked Ditto to come over so it was weird that he was here without a notice.

“Good morning boss.” Ditto greeted with a slight bow.

“The issue?” Dante questioned and Ditto pressed his lips into a thin line before pulling out a picture from his pocket.

“Here you go, boss.” Ditto placed the picture in front of Dante and Dante felt anger rushing into him. His muscles tensed and his brows pushed closer to each other.

“Where the fuck did you get this?” Dante asked, grabbing the picture from the table and crumpling it in his hands.

It was a picture of Mireille and an unknown man kissing. Ditto remained silent.

“I said where the fuck did you see this?!” Dante growled and got on his feet, shoving the books on his desk away.

“I apologize, boss but the picture is fake.” Ditto lowered his head, clenching his fists and hoping he would not lose his head before he got the chance to even explain his actions.

“I had it made up and I apologize once more” Ditto bowed again.

Dante took in a long deep breath.

“Why the hell did you show this to me?” Dante asked and Ditto raised his head to talk to his boss.

“The blue teddy bear you keep with you these days. I know for sure that it was given to you by Miss. Mathieu and I know that you have been missing her a lot.” Ditto started.

“And?”

“And this picture is what would eventually happen if you do not bring her back, boss. She might not get over you easily but she eventually will and another man will find her and that picture and even more would happen. The same rage you felt just now, you will have to feel it, boss. But unlike this rage that dissipated in a matter of seconds because this is fake, your rage will come to stay if you do not bring Miss. Mathie back.” Ditto continued.

“I was wrong to make you so angry but I just wanted to convince you to bring Miss. Mathieu back into your life. I happened to hear James telling you she might be traveling out of the country to Austria. I know you do not want that, boss.”

Dante gulped down hard and dropped the crumpled picture to the floor.

“Your girlfriend, Lisa died and you still haven’t gotten over it, Ditto.” Dante said, his breath heavy and his voice harsh.

“I will never get over it if Mireille dies because of me.”

“She won’t. Lisa died because I was too weak to protect her. I wasn’t favoured by you three years ago and that’s why I lost her. But you, boss. You are strong, you are more than capable of protecting Miss Mathieu from all harm. And you are only growing stronger, you will be more than able to keep Miss. Mathieu safe.”

“The greater I am, the greater the enemies I have to face. Mireille doesn’t deserve the type of life I can offer. She deserves one filled with light and joy.”

“But I do think Miss. Mathieu finds joy in you.” Ditto replied and Dante shut his eyes for the next few seconds.

“Ditto.” Dante groaned.

“Yes boss?”

“You really think I should bring her back?” he asked.

“Yes, I do think so. If you keep her close, we will be able to protect her better. If Miss Mathieu goes to Austria and anything happens over there. I fear we might be too late to save her.” Ditto replied.

“Get the car ready.” Dante opened his grey eyes that were now filled with passion.

“Yes boss.” Ditto held back a smile and walked out of the study.

“Selfish or not. I just want her by my side as much as she wants me too.” he rasped.

*

“What is the matter with my sister?” James asked the female doctor who just stepped out of Mireille’s room.

“Is she going to be fine?” He asked another question before the doctor could even give a response to the first question.

“Keep calm, Mr. Mathieu.” the doctor offered him a warm smile.

“There is nothing wrong with your little sister. She is not sick at all. She is….”

“If she isn’t sick, then why is she throwing up? She. Is. Sick.” James spelt out.

“Calm down.” the doctor tried to maintain her calm this time.

“She isn’t sick. She is pregnant.” The doctor said and James looks changed in an instant.

For a second, he seemed shocked and then right the next second, his face eased and he chuckled.

“That is impossible.” he said to the doctor.

“Based on her symptoms and the pregnancy test I just ran, she is pregnant but if you insist she is not, I’d suggest you bring her over to the hospital so we can run a proper test.” the doctor offered him another smile that James certainly was not in the mood to receive.

He pushed the door of Mireille’s room open, storming in with anger visible written on his face.

“What did I just hear the doctor say?!” He yelled at Mireille who was still as shocked at the news as much as James was.

“I…. I don’t know.” Mireille whispered, moving closer to the wall with scared eyes.

“What do you mean by you do not know?!” James raised his voice at her yet again as Mireille wrapped her arms around her stomach.

“When last did you see your period?” James asked and Mireille’s lips just quivered, unable to say a word.

Thinking about it now, she realized she had indeed missed her period. She had been too into other stuffs that she had not even noticed that. She squeezed lightly at her stomach through the clothing she was wearing.

How could this be? How could she be pregnant for a man who did not want a relationship with her?

“Oh god! No, Mireille! No!” James palmed his face in anger and sadness.

He did not need anyone to tell him who Mireille was pregnant for. It of course had to be Dante but he still wanted to confirm it from Mireille herself.

Withdrawing his hands from his face, he stared at his little sister who had tears in her eyes now.

“Did you have sex with Dante?” He asked.

“I…. I….” Mireille found it hard to form a sentence.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“I asked if you had sex with that bastard or not!!” James thundered.

“I did!” Mireille let out and palmed her face.

“I… I had sex with Dante.”