Dante was seated in his chair, his phone to his ear as he conversed over the phone."His name is Felix Dcnard. He might have changed his name to keep his identity hidden but I want him found out as soon as possible" Dante said to Ditto over the phone. "Yes boss. Alive or dead?""Alive. I'd do what I want to him myself" he replied "On it, boss"Dante ended the call and dropped the phone on the table. He took his attention to his laptop and began working on some issues but he could barely focus on it. He wanted to know if Mireille was doing fine. He had checked up on her a couple of times through the camera he had installed in her office and she seemed to be doing fine, working but he still was not sure she was absolutely okay. Dante reached down for a button underneath his desk and clicked on it. "To my office now, Miss Mathieu" he said and clicked on the button again. About a minute later, the door was opened by Mireille and seeing her close assured Dante that she was now fine.
Dante had always separated work from pleasure. His office was a place of work and not of pleasure and not once, not even when he was very horny had he had sex in his office. He had never done in it in his own office. In the office of Bryan, he had done it and a few other places but never in his very own face but he knew that was changing today.He could not wait to take Mireille somewhere else. His hard cock and her pussy wanted nothing more than to meet with each other and rever in the pleasure of each other. "You drive me crazy" Dante picked Mireille up from the floor, holding onto her waist as her legs bucked. She was barely able to stand in her own as the orgasm had wrecked her body way too much. Dante sat back on his chair and slowly pushed Mireille back to her knees, their gaze on each other, filled with lust and want. He ran his hands around her neck before suddenly grabbing her neck again. "Take my cock into your throat. I want to feel it pushing against my hand as I hol
Mireille's eyes opened slowly to meet Dante's gaze. "You passed out" Dante said to her, a smirk on his face. "I..." Mireille's words got lost as she realized that he was still inside of her. His hard cock throbbing in her pulsing pussy. "You have your safe word, why didn't you use it?" Dante leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth gently. He sucked on it softly and then let it drop out of his mouth. "I... I did not want you to stop" Mireille replied his question and Dante pulled out slowly then pushed back in very slowly too. "And now? Do you want me to stop now?" He asked and Mireille shook her head in the negative. She knew she was insane and before she met Dante just a month ago, she could have sworn that she would not have tried any of these stuffs in years to come but here she was, still craving him so badly. The look on Dante's face made her know that this was not the first time a woman was passing out underneath him. "It's not the first time, right? The first time
Mireille stepped out of the car and walked to the entrance of the main building, feeling a little bit empty and still yet shaken. The message she had seen had taken its toll on her but she had pretended quite well that she was fine and though she was glad that Dante did not notice and start fussing over what was wrong with her, she still felt it would be better if he was by her side right now. "What the hell are you thinking?" She asked herself and let out a nervous chuckle, walking into the living room.She sat on one of the sofa with a soft groan and ran her hands through her hair, pulling the hairband out of it and letting her hair loose. Dante had told her that he had some 'business' to deal with and after that he had left with a man that Mireille only recalled seeing once. The night she wore the sexy dress, Dante had walked in with that man. There was something about that man that made Mireille a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was his hard look but that could not be it, she had
Belinda stared at the screen of her phone, her fingers tapping on the material of her bed. She had ended the call with Mireille after a whole lot more conversations. She had thought talking to her best friend would help her sleep peacefully but it was still not working. Belinda played the voice note Jonas had sent to her a few minutes ago. "I am really sorry for mentioning her name when you clearly asked me not to mention her name anymore. I know that's why you are mad at me and haven't been replying my texts all day. I am really sorry, Bel. Can you reply now?"There was something about the way he called her Bel. Something about it that enchanted Belinda in the best way possible. Apart from the voice note, Jonas had sent a few other messages throughout the day, coaxing her to reply him. With a pouty frown on her face, Belinda picked up her phone and typed in a message. "Alright" was all she sent to him. Only a few seconds later, Jonas was typing. "Jeez! Thank you for replying.
Dante had just finished the meeting he had cancelled the previous day and was walking out of the meeting room with Mireille walking right behind him with a could of documents and a tablet in her hands. "Next, you have a contract signing with The Beta corporation. Would you like to take a five minute break or would you like to get to it immediately, Mr. Romano?" Mireille asked. The both of them had been in their professional mode since Mireille had resumed work. Dante glanced at his wristwatch and groaned. He had to be at his Aunt's daughter's wedding the next day and he hated leaving his work unattended to."Get me a cup of coffee. I will be in my office""Yes sir" Mireille replied and walked forward. Dante paused and fixed his gaze on her as she walked away in a hurry to get him the cup of coffee, her sexy ass swaying and urging him to leave his work unattended to and just go after her instead. He massaged the space between his brows for a bit before heading into his office. *
Mireille felt her heart pounding as she stepped out of the car, the door held open by Dante. Dante wrapped his arm around her waist as soon as she was out of the car. "You do remember our deal, right, Princess?" He asked, his voice low as he spoke. "I do." Mireille whispered back to him, the sexual tension in the car during their ride back home had made her horny already but still yet, she was unsure of herself, unsure if she had it in her to take over tonight and make Dante cum. They both stepped into the living room and as soon as they reached there, Mireille kicked the heels off her feet and pulled Dante down to her height, pressing her lips against his. Dante groaned. He had been waiting for this all day and his first instinct was for him to grab her ass but he recalled his words. It had to be her tonight and not him. He kissed her back, just on her own pace until Mireille broke the kiss, her hands cupping his face. "Are... I am not sure I can make you..." Dante cut her off
His cock buried deep inside of her and her pussy pulsing and tightening with a threat of milking the cum out of his cock, Dante groaned and moaned in pleasure. "Oh fuck!" He cursed, pulling her body into his and keeping her pressed to his body for as long as her orgasm rocked her body. "Oh god... Oh god" Mireille trembled as she descended from her climax, her face buried in Dante's shoulders. Dante leaned his lips close to her ear and licked her earlobe. "Hmm" Mireille purred in pleasure. "You were supposed to make me cum but you came first. What do I do to such a disobedient Princess?" He whispered into her ear and Mireille shivered with pleasure in his grip. His cock was still deep inside of her and she badly wanted to ride him or have him fuck her already but his hands had a firm grip on her waist, holding her down so she could barely move. Dante wiggled his tongue into her ears and Mireille's eyes rolled back in pleasure at the pleasurable feel of his tongue in her ear.
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