Mireille fell back to her knees, breathing heavily and clearly wanting more. His cock was still hard too and with the way Dante stared at her, Mireille knew he also still wanted more. "Please fuck me." Mireille whispered to him. "No, Princess." Dante replied, picking her up from the floor. "I won't be fucking your pussy or your asshole. You won't get fucked like you want to. That is the real punishment for you." he kissed her lips, thrusting his tongue into the mouth that had entertained his cock just now. Mireille kissed him back hard, trying to lure him into fucking her but Dante broke the kiss with a knowing smirk. "Go take your bath, Princess. We have somewhere to be." he said to her. "Ugh? Where? You are still hard." Mireille pointed at his cock. "I will deal with this. You go and take your bath.""Can we bath together then?" Mireille asked and Dante let out a low, deep chuckle. "So you can seduce me into fucking you? No. You take your bath alone and I will take mine alon
"An orphanage?" Mireille was surprised as she stepped out of the car. "Yes." Dante shut the car door and took her hand in his. Even though Dante had never planned to be a father in this lifetime, he wished he could be help other kids have a better childhood than he had. Mireille followed after Dante as they walked both walked on to somewhere she had no idea would be. Dante glanced at his wrist watch and squinted his eyes. "They will be at the playground at the moment." he said and made a sudden turn. Mireille followed him until they got to a playground where kids were playing and having fun. There was at least forty kids running around and having fun in the orphanage. "It's Dante!" A boy around the age of 12 screamed excitedly and all the other kids turned towards them. "Dante!" The kids all squealed excitedly and ran towards Dante and Mireille. The boy who had noticed Dante first, along with about four other kids, jumped onto Dante, pushing him down to the grassy floor. Mire
"The kids are so funny and adorable." Mireille smiled as they walked down a hallway after Dante had seen the manager of the orphanage home. "I know, right? Flynn is very used to me so he is pretty free around me. He was the first kid in this home." Dante replied. "Really? What prompted you to build an orphanage home, though? I had no idea you could." Mireille said. "You had no idea that a monster like person such as me could...""That is not what I meant." Mireille cut him off with a deep frown on her face. Dante chuckled. "Just joking.""Well, I would not say that was funny." she replied with a huff. "I was just joking. Four years ago, I met Flynn in front of my estate, tattered, hungry and dying. He reminded me of myself." Dante started. "Of yourself? What do you mean by that? You were born into a rich family, weren't you? How could you have been tattered, hungry and dying?" Mireille asked and Dante only gave her a small smile. "Not everything is the way it seems." he said t
Later that nightDante walked into the dark room. It was an underground apartment in the mansion.Although he hated having to do his dirty works at his home, they were times when he had no choice but to do it at home and those were the times when the dark room came in handy. Unlike it's name, the dark room wasn't dark. It was well lit and painted white. There wasn't even a bit of any other color in the room. It was nothing but a long, white and empty room. Dump someone in there for a couple of days and that someone would be hallucinating in no time. "Here you go, boss." Ditto dropped the chair he had been carrying along. Dante sat on the chair, loving the sight in front of him. In front of him on the wall, Ditto had been tied. His hands tied in the opposite direction while his legs were bound together."You chose the wrong person to be with, yunno." Dante started. "I did not!" Jonas spat hatefully. "My boss won't let this slide! Kidnapping his right hand man after killing twent
The next day"So what have you decided on?" Dante asked Mireille, handing her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "You keep spoiling me." Mireille grumbled by to it was obvious she liked it. "And you keep referring to the tiniest gestures as me spoiling you."She took the glass to her lips and drank from it. "Tastes great." she smiled. "Alright." she readjusted on the sofa she was seated on, dropping the glass on the stool beside the sofa. "I was thinking of opening a shopping mall." she replied and Dante's face pulled into a thoughtful look. "Will that cost too much? I could choose something else and...""Princess." Dante cut her off. "How many times do I have to remind you of who I am?" He crouched down in front of her and tucked her hair behind her ears. "I was only thinking about where I could have it built." he added."So soon already?" Mireille asked. "Everything you want has to be done as soon as possible, Princess.""How did I find a man like you?" Mireille cooe
"You'd better not me trapping me." Belinda said to Ditto as she alighted from the car with Ditto holding the car door open. "And you absolutely did not have to open the car door for me." she added. "I learnt from my boss." Ditto replied and Belinda let out a low huff. They were not at Dante's mansion and as much as Belinda was feeling skeptical about all of this, she knew she had to do it after all she was now here. "So what will I be doing?" She asked as Ditto walked forward. "I am going to have to chain you, Miss Belinda." Ditto stopped in his tracks as he spoke. "Chain me??" Belinda asked with widened eyes. "Yes. To make Jonas believe that we do not care about your life and we are really going to get rid of you if you do not tell us the truth." Ditto replied and Belinda shook her head. "I still can't believe that I am getting myself involved in this and placing my life in your very hands!" "You can trust me, Miss Belinda." Ditto assured her. "And why would I trust you? An
Mireille was back in the living room, her phone in her right hand and the anklet in her left hand as she dialed Belinda's contact. She needed to know where Belinda was and how this anklet had showed up here. But the phone just rang without being answered. Mireille dialed the contact over again and yet it wasn't picked up. A frown appeared on Mireille's face as she had no idea what she was supposed to think. Why was Belinda's anklet found far away from the main building? Mireille dialed Belinda's contact again but it was still the same result. Mireille decided to step out and go to see Ditto. If Belinda was ever in this place, then Ditto should know about it.Mireille walked out of the living room and did not even have to search for Ditto as she saw him walking towards her. "Good day, Miss. Mireille." he vowed slightly. "Good day, Ditto. Please do you know if Belinda, my friend was here or is here right now?" Mireille asked and though surprised, Ditto was able to cover it up swift
Later that eveningMireille was waiting patiently for Dante to get back from work with her phone in her hand. It was 5pm already and he had told her he'd be back early that morning so Mireille found it weird that he was not home yet.But she did not want to call him too. As much as Dante had told her to be as clingy as she wanted to be, Mireille was holding back. She did not want to be all over Dante. She feared he might find that way too annoying to cope with.But a couple more minutes was all Mireille could bear. She had to hear his voice at least. Giving up on not being clingy, she dialed his contact and it rang for a while before it was picked up. "Hey Princess" his voice came soothingly but Mireille could not ignore that he sounded a bit tired. "Dante" she almost whispered his name and she heard Dante pur softly at the other side of the line. "I love how you call my name, Princess. Do it again" he demanded and Mireille smiled, holding back a giggle. "Dante" she called his nam
Dante pushed open the door, his lips on Mireille's lips, kissing her hard as they both found their way into the room. The room had been specially decorated for that night. There were rose petals on the bed and roses and candles beautified the room. But clearly the couple had no time to admire the beauty of the room, there were too lost in the beauty of each other. Dante's hands groped Mireille's ass and he groaned as the excess fabric of the wedding dress prevented him from being able to properly fill her ass. Dante swiftly turned Mireille and pulled her back to him, making her ass press into his crotch. He dipped his head down and kissed her neck, licking on her skin before sucking it into his mouth. "Ohh, yeah." Mireille moaned, her right hand moving back to reach for Dante's crotch. "Oh god, Princess." Dante groaned as her hand touched the bulge in his black trousers. "I told you I will be tearing this dress off, didn't I?" He whispered into her ear. "Did... Did you really m
"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
Three weeks laterJames was in his living room, working on his laptop even though it was hard for him to focus. It had been hard for him to work clearly knowing that he was not on good terms with his sister but he had held onto the belief that Mireille would change her mind and leave Dante. Holding that belief strongly, James had waited for three weeks. He had only worked for about thirty minutes when he heard a car parking in front of the main building. He got up on his feet. He wasn't expecting anyone to come visiting today. His mind immediately went to Mireille and he quickly headed towards the door. He had almost gotten to the door when the door opened and Mireille walked in. Her baby bump was getting bigger and seeing her face, James knew he missed his sister. He however held back so as to know why Mireille had come to see him. "Hello James." she greeted. "Mireille." James called her name. "Can I come in?" Mireille asked."Of... Of course." James replied and Mireille walk
James paced his room angrily, filled with rage."I have tried! I have tried hard to protect your daughter, mum! But she is unwilling to be protected!" He raged. "Now that Dante knows that she is still pregnant with his child, he will never let go of her and Mireille doesn't even want to leave him too! And trying to take Mireille away forcefully just won't work cause Dante is much more powerful and he would find her in no time if he wanted to!"James yelled and punched at his wall. All of his efforts had been in vain. The two had been away for three months but had reunited like they had only been away for few days or a week. "Should I really just respect Mireille's decision?" He groaned and punched at the wall again. Maybe he indeed should do that but he felt it would be him leaving her to sink deeper in danger. But what else could he do other than watch that happen?"Maybe... Just maybe if I stay away from Mireille long enough, she would know that I am being serious and she would c
"Did he leave already?" Mireille asked as Dante walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Yes, he left angrily but I am sure he would come around soon." Dante replied with a slight shrug. "I don't know what's wrong with James. He never wants me to make my own decisions! His way of protecting me is just too rigid! Way too rigid!"Dante could sense the hurt in her tone. He walked over to where she was by the window and pulled her into a hug. "It's going to be fine, Princess. He will come around and he will learn to accept and respect your decisions." Dante said comfortingly. "I....I really hope so." Mireille sniffed. Even though she had acted like she did not care if he gave his blessings or not, she still wanted James to accept the fact that she and Dante were together and would never leave each other again after all James was her only family. "He will. He is just mad at the moment but he will come to his senses soon." Dante patted her back. The both of them remained,
The next weekJames groaned sleepily as his phone rang repeatedly. He had worked hard the previous day and wanted to rest throughout the day. It was noon already but he was still in bed and didn't want his rest to be disturbed at all. "If this isn't important, I swear I am going to kill this guy!" He sat up and grabbed his phone. He had missed the call already but almost immediately, the call came back in. James picked the call and took the phone to his ear, his other hand pulling his hair back. "Yes? What's the issue?""Boss, your sister and Mr. Romano just arrived in the country together."James eyes widened instantly and his fatigue left him immediately. "What did you just say?""They are both in the country sir and they are headed to Mr. Romano's home. I just thought you might want to know about it since you asked me to inform you if Miss. Mireille ever returns to the country.""Fuck! Alright." James ended the call and got out of the bed swiftly. "I wasn't so close to Dante
Mireille pursed her lips. She had been thinking about that already. She was going to give up the life she had started here to go back home but then, she never did belong here. She was only here because James brought her here but now that she was back with Dante, there was no reason for her to stay back, right?"I...""The shopping mall is in progress already." Dante cut her off. "You went ahead with it even after I left?" Mireille was surprised. "That's right. You were so excited about it back then and I just wanted to do it for you, for us.""Dante." Mireille cooed and walked across the kitchen to him. She back hugged him tightly and Dante felt his heart warming up. "Why don't you get back to the living room while I do this?" Dante asked. "No, I want to be right here with you." Mireille grumbled. "Would you take a seat and watch your perfect man cook, then?" Dante asked. "Sounds like a perfect deal but no! I want to hold you while you cook." Mireille replied and Dante chuckled
"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 k
"Would you like to see my mother's grave? We could go visit her." Dante suggested as they both laid in her bed, her head on his bare chest and her arms around him. She was clothed in a shirt of his and nothing more. "I would be more than happy to visit her.""Let's visit her next week, then?" "Next week... I think that would be great but I do have a question, Dante. Did you tell anyone else about all you went through? It's so horrible and I can't imagine that you have kept all of these to yourself for years.""Keeping it was hard but sharing it would have been harder, Princess but I did share everything with James back then. He was the closest to me and so he did know everything."Mireille got off his chest to look at his face properly. "James knew about all that your dad did to you?" She asked. "I told him about it as it happened to me so yes, he knows about everything."Mireille's face pulled into a frown. "I... I don't get. He told me that you killed your innocent father just