"Where is she?" Dante questioned as soon as he stepped out of his car.
"Miss Mireille is inside, boss"
"Did the bastard of a boyfriend do anything to her?"
"He broke up with her and left Miss Mireille hurt and heartbroken. As per your orders not to let anyone who hurts her go scot-free, we have captured him and are waiting on your next orders"
Dante lips pressed into a thin line for a short moment. The boyfriend didn't do anything wrong. He only broke up with Mireille and that was not wrong, that was right.
Dante could not tell why but he knew he was glad Mireille was now single.
"Let him go"
"As per your orders"
Dante walked past the men into the house and as soon as he reached the living room, he took in the smell of alcohol.
Mireille was seated on the same sofa she had been seated the previous day and there were four empty bottles on that floor around her. There were three other untouched bottles.
"Princess" Dante called and she looked up at him before giving him a drink grin.
"You know you are alcohol intolerant" Dante walked over to her and reached to take the bottle that was in her hands but Mireille cuddled the bottle tightly.
"No! I am not giving this to you" she shook her head and then looked at his face again.
Dante shook his head at her drunken actions and took a bottle of alcohol too. He walked over to the other sofa and sat on it, opening the bottle.
"You will get over this soon. I am sure your boyfriend is not worth a tear of yours" Dante took the bottle to his lips.
"Why?" Mireille suddenly cried out.
"Why won't James let me live my life? You know why he broke up with me? Do you know why Charles broke up with me?! It's because of James and now there is you too." She gulped down some more of the liquid content.
"I am sure your ex boyfriend was not good enough for you. James will let you be when he sees that you are safe, Princess"
"I am safe! There is nothing dangerous happening to me! I don't want to be this good girl anymore" she cried. .
"And Charles! I... I was about to give him my first time tonight"
A look of relief swept across Dante's face... Her first time, Mireille was still untouched.
"You have never had sex?" He asked to be sure.
"I have never! I thought tonight would be..." She sniffed back her tears.
"Would be my first"
"Good girl" Dante did not mean to say that out loud but he did and Mireille heard him.
"I am not a good girl!!" She suddenly shot up from the sofa and threw the bottle towards Dante.
The bottle flew past Dante's shoulders and crashed to the floor immediately.
Mireille gasped, coming to her senses for a second while Dante just watched her with a hard, unfazed gaze that almost frightened Mireille.
She scurried over to him.
"Are... Are you hurt? I am sorry. I...." She stuttered in a drunk fashion.
"I just don't want to be called a good girl" she broke down and sat on his thighs.
Dante felt heat travel through his body and flow into his cock as soon as she sat on him. Mireille cupped his face in her smalls hands and turned his face to hers.
"What do I have to do to be a bad girl?"
"Being a good girl is a nice title, though. Why don't you like it?" Dante asked, his voice rough and restrained as he tried not to stare at her full lips that was just few inches away from him and tried not to pay attention to the heat that surged through him each time he called her his 'good girl'.
"I don't like it at all" Mireille buried her head in his chest and sobbed for a couple of seconds before throwing raising her head from his chest with a jolt.
"You are actually very sexy, Dante" she said truthfully, her eyes admiring his looks from up close.
"Fuck"
"Don't use the word sexy for me while you are sitting on me, princess" Dante said to her.
"But that's the truth. You are hot and sexy and even though I told you that you are ugly, I actually see how sexy you are and I want to feel your body too"
She dropped her hands on his chest and massaged it gently.
Dante groaned as his cock hardened and pressed against Mireille's ass, alerting her of his arousal.
"You are hard" Mireille's eyes widened with pleasant surprise.
"Isn't this something bad girls do? Making my brother's friend have an erection.... Am I now a bad girl?" Mireille asked, grinding her ass against his erection.
"Princess, you'd better stop" Dante's last word trailed off into a half groan, half moan as Mireille grinded against him yet again.
Mireille giggled softly and reached for his buttons.
"I am being a bad girl" she grinned and Dante tried to reach his senses and remind himself that she was doing all of this under the influence and there was his promise with James too but right now, his senses seemed to have been overridden by the feel of Mireille.
Mireille unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and stared deeply into his eyes. Her mesmerising hazel eyes made Dante lose it.
"No, Mireille. You are being a good girl for me right now" Dante's hand pulled her in, making their lips collide in an instantaneous wild kiss.
Dante dominated the kiss, sucking her lips into his and tasting the alcohol on her lips. He groaned at the intoxicating taste of her lips mixed with the taste of alcohol.
Hell! This taste was sure addictive!
His tongue slid into Mireille's mouth and he tongue kissed her, his tongue intertwining with that of Mireille in wild passion.
His left hand was on her waist, pressing down on her waist and making her arch her back before he took a better hold of her waist and made her grind him again.
Mireille immediately got the message and grinded into him gratefully, feeling his huge erection pressing into her ass. The feeling was heavenly and a soft moan left her throat, dying into the kiss and his mouth.
Her body shivered against his and she suddenly could not feel her legs anymore.
She was drunk but she knew this kiss was the best kiss of her life. No kiss with Charles had made her feel this way or even half this way.
Heat travelled all around her body and seemed to settle in her pussy that was now dripping wet with her arousal.
Her body trembled with want as she broke the kiss, her eyes on his wet lips. She stared at his lips greedily, wanting more of his taste though she was now breathless.
Mireille reached for his collars and grabbed it.
"I really want to feel your body tonight, Dante. A good girl or a bad girl; make me whatever you want but make me feel you tonight."
"Don't talk too much, Princess" Dante rasped and brought her lips back to his. He kissed her again and then broke the kiss for a few seconds to maneuver her to sit in the perfect position for him. He pulled Mireille into the cowgirl position. Mireille moaned softly as she sat her ass over his hard but still clothed dick. She placed her hands on his shoulders and quickly leaned in for another kiss. Dante's hands settled on her ass and squeezed it hard. "Dante" her lips trembled against his lips and hearing her moan his name made Dante harder. "I want to see those fucking tits" He growled and pushed the straps of her gown down her shoulders, his lips kissing all over her face. He trailed kisses down to her neck just as his hands reached her bra cupped boobs. Mireille threw her head backwards, moaning softly as his tongue grazed the skin of her neck all the way to her shoulders in a long, sensual lick. Dante glanced down at her bras and a sexy grin flashed."Blue... befitting for
Mireille slipped down to her knees as soon as Dante's arms left her. Clutching feebly to the wall, she trembled non stop as her orgasm continued to rage through her body. Her lips were parted in soft moans and whimpers. Dante picked up his trousers and slipped it back on. "Get yourself up, princess" Dante said to her. "Don't tell me we are done" Mireille groaned and moved her weak knees to turn and face Dante. "We are, princess. Five minutes is over"Mireille looked into his burning eyes and her eyes pleaded for him to go further. Dante looked down at her pleading eyes and then at her gorgeous tits. Her nipples looked hard and Dante cursed before looking away from her. She looked like the perfect woman for him to use... Right there on her knees, he wanted to pull off his clothings and push his cock into her mouth and face fuck her, then spill his cum all over her face, giving her a sexy facial. But Dante shook the thoughts away. He should not even have touched her tonight and to
"The contract has been fully signed sir" his work personal assistant, Leila said to Dante as they walked out of the meeting room."Good" Dante replied shortly and Leila tucked her hair behind her ears. "Dante" a manly voice called from behind and Dante stopped in his tracks.He glanced at Leila who had stopped walking immediately her boss stopped too. "Get going, Leila" Dante said to her and Leila walked away without any word. Few seconds later, a man stood in front of Dante. He was dressed in a white and blue suit. "You look good" Dante said to him and the angry look on the man's face grew more visible. "You are biting more than you can chew, Dante""Leave the biting and the chewing to me, Mark""That contract was supposed to be mine. I have been after it for months yet you got it after being on it for barely three weeks!""What can I say? People love associating themselves with winners. They are more than honoured to have me sign a contract with them, in fact"Mark could barely
Dante walked into the living room and glanced at his wristwatch. It was just few minutes to 7pm and Mireille should be ready by now. She was not in the living room, however and Dante could not help but think for a moment, that she was avoiding him. He brushed the thoughts away and climbed up the stairs. He walked over to her door and opened it up, using his finger print. He pushed the door open and stopped right by the door when he realised that Mireille was not ready or even getting ready. She was laying on the sheets of her bed and scrolling through her phone. "Princess" he called. "I asked you to be ready by 7pm"Mireille sat up on the bed. She had concluded that she was not going to take Belinda's advice or any advice close to it. She was going to just make sure their relationship was what it was before. "You did not care to ask if I wanted to go shopping. I don't want to" She spelt out her last words. Dante stared at her for a few seconds before his lips curled up in a sm
Mireille's grip on the sheets turned tighter as she told herself she could let it just happen quietly. She did not want to open her eyes and look at Dante, fearing that he would see it in her eyes that she was about to cum to his massage. Just then, a phone rang and Mireille jolted. Her legs slipped out of Dante's grip instantly and her eyes opened. Dante looked at the phone that had just rang, it was Mireille's phone. He felt the urge to pick the phone and smash it against the wall. Whoever was calling could have waited about thirty seconds more or a minute more and Mireille would have cum, perhaps she would squirt like she had find the previous night. Mireille pressed her thighs together as she reached for her phone, realizing that it was James calling. "James is the one calling" she said to Dante and he felt a pang of guilt. He had promised James he would not touch Mireille, right? He should not have touched her the previous night and he should not have touched her now till
Mireille stepped out of the cab and looked at the cafe for a few seconds before walking towards it. She would never have thought that she would have to eventually settle for a job like this. She walked into the cafe and and confidently walked over to the counter. "Hello" she smiled at the lady behind the counter. "Hello, what would you like to have?" The lady asked with a nice smile. "No, I am not having anything. I am Mireille Mathieu and I am...""Here for the job? Yes, boss told me about it. He is not around right now but he told me you would be here."Mireille only smiled in response to the lady. "I am Leila and it is very nice to meet you. You can start work immediately though""Immediately?" Mireille was a little bit taken aback. "Yes." Leila replied. "What about the employment contract?" Mireille questioned and Leila flashed her a smile. "I will get it for you. If you are comfortable with it, you can start working immediately but if you are not, you can call the boss an
Dante stepped on the accelerator, his eyes narrowed and sharp. His brows were pulled into a sharp arch and just above them, few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. He had tried calling Mireille back a couple of times but she was not picking up anymore and he could not quantify his fear of losing her. How in the world would he live with the guilt of knowing that he killed her by letting her out alone? And how would he tell James about whatever happened? He glanced at the gun on the other seat of the car. The bullets in that gun was meant for someone else but not anymore. The bullets were now meant for whosoever had put her in danger. Checking the location of her phone, Dante pulled the car to a halt and stepped out of the car with his phone and gun in his hands. He only had to walk a few steps before he heard her voice. "Help me!" It was a scream, filled with pains, pains that Dante himself could feel. He ran towards the direction of the voice and found Mireille underneat
The next dayMireille kept her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of another body from behind her. She could feel his breath caressing her neck and his arms wrapped around her body, holding her in place. Still keeping her eyes closed, memories of the previous night flooded Mireille's brain and she found herself subconsciously relaxing into his body. She still felt scared after the close rape accident and pushing her body closer to his helped her feel safer. She could recall how she had cried, screamed and begged the man to let her go. She had put up a fight that she knew was not going to last long, then Dante had come for her and had shot the man multiple times. She could still hear the gunshots in her head and that was the first time she witnessed a killing. The shots resounded in her head and her hand subconsciously grabbed Dante's arm, holding onto him tightly.It was weird. He was the one who had pulled the trigger and caused the shots that was now scaring her but still yet, he se
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