The next day"Dante brought a woman?!""There is a woman with Dante?""Impossible. Who is she?""This is the first time ever he is bringing a woman to a party."Murmurings and mumblings filled the air as Dante and Mireille walked their way to a table. Dante had his hand on her waist and his gaze was hard and cold, to a point that it almost scared Mireille but she knew that was what Dante liked to be seen as by others. A cold and difficult person. Perhaps that was what he was too. Mireille had on a beautiful lengthy blue dress, with a deep v neck and a spilt that showed off her beautiful legs. Dante had chosen the dress and Mireille loved it. "Dante" a woman seemingly in her fifties got up from a table with a smile on her face. "I am glad you could come over. The others said you were not going to come" She said to Dante and Dante glanced at the other seated around the table the woman had been seated around just a few seconds ago. "We did not say that" One of them whiskered timidly
A few more couples had joined on the dance floor when Mireille returned to the wedding hall. Her heart was hurting badly and Mireille wondered why. She was not expecting loyalty from him, right? All she wanted was just to have a taste of him too so why did Samantha's words hurt her and the fact that Dante had left her at a table to meet another woman?"That is not what a gentleman should do! I... I don't care about whatever he does with his body but he could at least have had a little bit of respect for me but... But I guess he lost all respects for me the moment he knew I was like the other women who wanted him badly""Hey pretty" a man walked up to Mireille. "Would you like to have a dance with me?"Mireille scanned the man. He seemed to be in his mid forties and was neatly dressed. Fueled by the rage that Dante had gone off with a woman, Mireille decided to at least have a chat with this man too. "Sure" she replied. The man was about to stretch his hand out to her when another m
Mireille and Dante were just few minutes away from the hotel, in the car. The driver, being ever quiet was driving.Dante had his right hand resting on her thigh, gently roaming and exploring. He enjoyed listening to her breath hitch whenever he pushed his hand past the slit of the dress only to disappoint her by bringing his hands back to her thigh. The car stopped in front of the five star hotel and in a matter of seconds, a man had hurried over to open the door for Dante. Dante stepped out of the car and stretched his hand out to Mireille who smiled softly before stepping out of the car, her hands in his. 'Dante is a huge jerk but he can as well be a gentleman' she thought as Dante shut the car door. "You can go in" Dante said to her and her brows arched. "Go in? Alone?" She asked and Dante smirked. "I know you want my cock already but bad news is that your pussy ain't getting it tonight, Princess" Dante leaned in close to her. The night was dark but the place was still quie
"This is one of the best restaurants around" Jonas said as he pulled out the chair for Belinda to sit. Belinda sat with a smile on her lips and watched Jonas sit opposite her. "I am glad you decided to come out with me" Jonas started. "You are pretty lucky that I kind of like you and decided to create time for you today" she replied and Jonas chuckled. "I will only pick the fact that you like me" "I said I kind of""I decided not to hear that part of it" Jonas replied. A waitress walked over to them with a nice smile on her face. "Good day beautiful couple. What would you like to have? We have a discounted offer for couples today and...""We are not actually a..." Belinda tried to say but Jonas cut her off. "A discount for couples? Perfect"Belinda furrowed her brows. "You may leave. We will call out to you when we decide on what we are going to order" Jonas said. "Alright sir" the waitress walked away. "You want the discount?" Belinda asked with a smirk. "No". "Then...."
"Get in, Princess" Dante said to Mireille, holding the car door open for her. Mireille stepped into the car, trying hard not to limp and Dante held back smiles at the sight. He got into the car after her and one of his men shut the door after him. "Drive" The driver immediately started the car and Dante glanced at Mireille who was staring at his arm. "Why are you staring so much?""How many days do you work out per week for you to get this build?" Mireille asked and Dante chuckled. "I mean, take a look at your arm" she reached her hand forward and touched his left arm. "You can touch it all you want but I hope you do know that even your tiniest touches arouse me""I was just admiring your arm, Dante. Do you even think of anything other than being inside of me?" She asked him, narrowing her eyes at him and just expecting him to chuckle and end the talk. "My only concern, Principessa is how to be inside of you, buried in every inch of your existence forever" Mireille felt her he
"What do you mean?" James questioned, suspicion evident in his tone. Dante took in a deep breath, realizing that the way he had said the words had made it seem like he wanted her to stay by his side forever. "Get stronger and protect her. If you can't, I will protect her until you are strong enough" Dante replied and ended the call without waiting for a response. He let out a deep breath and dialed Ditto's contact. "Good morning, boss" Ditto greeted. "Felix Dcnard?" Dante demanded. "I... I sincerely apologize, boss but I have been unable to track him down yet. There is barely any....""What's the best way for me to discard the body of a man 6ft tall?" Dante questioned, the look on his face becoming even more cold and stony. "Chop the body up and dissolve it in acid, boss" Ditto replied. "Good. You just chose the way I am going to discard your body if you do not find him. You have till tomorrow night""Yes boss"The call ended and Dante slipped the phone back into his pocket.
Mireille did not know how long she spent on the floor, whimpering and moaning in the pool of her own squirt but the next thing she felt apart after the orgasm that shook her was Dante lifting her up into his strong hands. Mireille wrapped her hands around him, holding onto him tightly while her eyes stared at his handsome face hazily. The next thing she felt was her body being dropped on a soft material she recognised as a bed. For the next few seconds, Dante was gone and by the time she was back, Mireille was regaining her senses. She looked at Dante who looked back at her, smirking and waving the jar of honey in his hands. "Spread your legs and let your Master feast" he ordered and Mireille's exhaled sharply, her legs parting at his order. Dante got on the bed, his face in between her legs as he admired the sight of her still throbbing pussy. "You are so fucking beautiful. Every inch of you is beautiful, Princess" he whispered, his breath caressing her inner thighs. Mireille's
Mireille walked into her room with Dante behind her holding her bag. "I am telling you I can carry my own bag. There is barely anything in the bag. It's not heavy at all" Mireille grumbled as Dante walked in after her. "Let's say I am just a gentleman" Dante replied and Mireille huffed. "Gentleman? You are just a jerk who covers up with these fake gentlemanly character" Mireille said."I admit. I only followed you all the way here because it's fun and arousing to watch you walk with a limp. I wonder when you would be able to walk just fine with me around you all day" he remarked and Mireille flushed red. "You jerk" she pouted and Dante was about to give a response when her phone beeped with a message. Mireille took the bag from Dante and fished her phone out. She checked the message that had just dropped and her heart skipped multiple beats. 'Hello daughter! Why have you been blocking your Dad's contact? You should come over and see me tomorrow. The cult can't wait any longer. M
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