Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Dante?” Mireille called, walking into the room with a tired look on her face.

“Dante.” she called again but there was still no response so she guessed he wasn’t in the room. She noticed that Dante’s laptop was open and out of pure curiosity, she looked into the screen and what she saw made her heart race and her cheeks redden.

Dante had searched sex styles appropriate for pregnant women in the second trimester.

Just then, the door opened and Dante waltzed in.

“Why are you looking, Princess?” Dante asked as he hurried over to the laptop and slammed it shut.

Mireille threw her head back and laughed.

“Really? Appropriate sex styles?” She giggled.

“What? You don’t think there should be appropriate sex styles?” Dante asked, moving closer to her. Her giggles stopped as her cheeks flushed a brighter pink.

Mireille stepped back, away from him until she had her back against the wall. Dante leaned in close.

“You are pregnant, Princess and our baby is growing every day. I don’t want to hurt our baby while fucking your pussy.”

“You… You are so thoughtful.” Mireille smiled.

“But your pussy drives me crazy, Princess and even when I want to take it slow, I just can’t once stop I am in that fucking tight pussy of yours.”

“Let’s use the appropriate sex styles but with you fucking me as hard as you want” Mireille mumbled, almost shyly.

“Oh god. I could not have found someone more perfect.”

*

The Wedding Day

Soft, romantic music filled the air as the guests settled into their seats, eagerly awaiting the ceremony. Auntie Martha was present and even Samantha was present too.

Annette was there too, sitting beside Belinda and Ditto with happiness in their hearts.

The aisle was lined with delicate white flowers, leading to an exquisite altar adorned with flowing drapes and shimmering lights.

Mireille was in her stunning white gown and she looked beautiful, a smile on her lips as she stood at the beginning of the aisle, her heart brimming with excitement and nerves.

James handsome in his tailored suit, walked up to Mireille and offered his arm to her.

Mireille took a deep breath before taking James’ hands. She looked forward at Dante who was standing at the altar, waiting for her.

Mireille’s heart thumped harder. This was finally happening. She was finally getting married to Dante Romano!

“You’re breathtaking, Mireille. Dante is one lucky man.” James whispered to her and Mireille giggled happily.

“Thank you, James. I’m grateful that you are the one walking me down the aisle today. I could not be more happy.” Mireille replied in a whisper too.

With gentle steps, they began their journey down the aisle. All eyes were on Mireille as she glided forward, her gaze locked on the man waiting for her at the altar. Dante, the love of her life, stood handsomely tall, his eyes filled with affection and anticipation.

As they reached the altar, James placed Mireille’s hand into Dante’s, exchanging a heartfelt smile with Mireille.

“Take care of Mireille for me, Dante.” James hushed to Dante.

“I will.” Dante mumbled the words and James stepped back.

He walked back and took his place among the guests, leaving Mireille and Dante standing together, facing each other.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Dante and Mireille in marriage. They have chosen to share their vows, promises that will bind their hearts and souls together forever.” The officiant said

Dante reached his hand forward and their hands gently clasped.

“I, Dante Romano vow to cherish you in every moment, to stand by your side through joy and sorrow, and to love you unconditionally for all the days of my life.” Dante vowed.

“And I vow to cherish and love you, stay by your side through good and bad, happiness and sadness and to be by your side in love for the rest of my life.” Mireille vowed and Dante felt his heart easing a bit more.

This beautiful woman was finally going to be his wife. The thoughts of refering to Mireille as his wife and being referred to as her husband made his heart race.

“Dante and Mireille, you have declared your love and made your promises. May you continue to nurture and cherish this bond, growing stronger with each passing day. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now seal your vows with a kiss.” The officiant said with a smile.

Dante and Mireille leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate yet possessive kiss. It was like the both of them could not wait to get their hands all over each other, this time not just as lovers but as a married couple.

“Yes!!!” Belinda and Annette screamed, cheering them on and Mireille broke the kiss. She tried to pull back but Dante kept her close.

“Take a lot of pictures with this dress cause I am ripping it off tonight.” he whispered and pulled away from her.

He took her hand and the both of them turned to face the guests, unable to conceal the smiles on their faces. Dante looked back at Mireille and with the happy smiles, her lips just looked so kissable and he badly wanted to kiss them one more.

Dante cleared his throat, turning to face the guests once more.

“Can I kiss my bride once more?” He asked and chuckles, laughter and giggles filled the hall.

“I will take that as a yes.” Dante said and pulled Mireille close once more.

Their lips met perfectly and they kissed passionately. Both Dante and Mireille knew there were huge possibilities that they would still go through struggles in the future but they were willing to go through everything together.

Dante broke the kiss, his right hand cupping her face and their eyes staring into each other.

“You are finally mine.” Mireille said and Dante chuckled.

“I think that should be my line.” he whispered.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Didn’t stop you from saying it, husband.”

“Alright then. You are finally mine, dear wife.”

THE END….. But there’s an extra spicy chapter!