Belinda led the way into her living room, a smile on her face as she ushered Jonas into her home. "And this is my home" she spread her arms, the smile getting wider on her face. "You have a really nice place, Bel" Jonas complimented, walking further into the room. "Is that you in that picture?" Jonas asked, his gaze resting on a picture on the wall. "Yes, that's me in twelfth grade" she replied and Jonas smiled, walking towards the picture. "You looked really cute" he pointed out. "I think I still look cute, don't you agree?" Belinda asked, cupping her face and striking the cute pose she made in the picture. Jonas laughed softly. "You still look very cute, I admit but I also think you are more of beautiful and hot now" he replied and Belinda pressed her lips into a thin line, trying not to giggle."I am glad I am finally free from your ridiculous joke of me being unable to make you cum though" he pointed out and Belinda's cheeks flushed red. "Well, you did prove me wrong. Ple
Ten Minutes Before Mireille Woke UpDante was sleepless and he could not lay his hands on why exactly. Maybe it was the pains in the gunshot wound and the fact that he did not want Mireille to find out it was now bleeding, lest she got worried about him or maybe it was the fact that their time together was coming to an end soon that kept him awake or maybe it was because his mind was creating a thousand scenarios of what could happen when they part ways. Any case that it was, Dante just knew he had to clear his head and a walk through the garden would work best. He gently pulled Mireille off his chest, earning a cute grumble from her. He smiled, feeling his mood lightened up a bit. He kissed her forehead lightly and got out of bed. Dante walked out of the room navigating his way easily in the now dark mansion, he found himself out of the main building in no time. He headed towards the garden, walking past some of his men who were on duty, guarding the mansion. "Boss" they greeted,
Dante walked past Mireille's room, his head throbbing and his heart aching. He stopped by her door which was slightly opened and he could hear her sobbing. Dante's heart ached even more, knowing that he was pretty much the reason she was crying tonight. He had never intended to make her see this side of him because he knew very much that Mireille would hate him for it. He let out a heavy breath and pulled the door shut very gently. Then proceeded to his own room. Dante shut the door behind him and let out a loud groan. "This is the fault of those little bastards!" He punched the wall in anger.A part of him wished he had just remained in bed with Mireille and not chosen to take a walk. He would never have heard the little bastards saying those words, he would not have killed and Mireille would not have seen this side of him. Dante punched the wall repeatedly and furiously. "You murderer!" Her words resounded in his years, increasing his fury. He did not care if the entire world
"Your lunch will be right here, Princess." Dante dropped the tray of food in front of Mireille's door. Mireille had locked the door from behind, shutting Dante out of her room and even when he had repeatedly asked her to open the door to let him in, she had not said a word in response to him. "Let me know if you need anything" Dante added and walked away from her door. "Mireille" Belinda called softly, after Dante's footsteps had faded away. "He said he made the meal himself, you are sure you do not want to have a taste of it?" Belinda asked. "I don't want to and I don't want to see him at all" Mireille shook her head and Belinda sighed. Mireille was not telling Belinda what Dante had done to her and she had not given a response to him, no matter how much he had asked her to open the door. "He is sick and still took out time to make a meal for you, Mireille. I really think you should have some""I can't, Belinda" Mireille shook her head and Belinda got off the bed. She walked
Two days laterTwo days had passed but Mireille was still unchanged in her stance. The numerous gifts Dante gave to her and the flowers every evening did not succeed in changing her mind just yet but they had definitely softened her heart. Because though she still kept her distance from Dante and didn't eat every of the meals he ensured he made three times a day, she could feel herself softening quickly and she kind of hated it. She hated the silent arguments she had with herself, on if it was really that wrong of Dante to kill these men. A man who had tried to rape her, a man who tried to force her into dancing and cheapened her to a slut, then her cruel stepdad. Was it really that wrong for Dante to get rid of them on her behalf?"Yes! It is wrong, Mireille!" She slowed down the treadmill she had been running on and got off it. "It is wrong because I did not ask him to do that. He could have taken them to the cops instead" she added, breathing heavily due to the running she had
Mireille sighed heavily, holding the flower crown in her hands. She had gotten back to her room and taken a bath, then dressed up in a beautiful black knee length dress. She had attempted to dump the flower crown in the trash but she just could not bring herself to do so. It looked so carefully done and it seemed like Dante must have put a lot of time and effort into making it for her. "What am I even thinking now?" She asked herself, having a struggle between keeping up with her current attitude towards Dante or just running into his arms like she really wanted to. Mireille slowly settled the crown on her head and looked into the window. It had been made with blue flowers and it looked really beautiful on her. Mireille's lips curled into a smile as she noted the similarity in this crown and the crown on his abs. Coming to think of it, she realised that the crown on Dante did not look so much like a King's crown, it was more like that of a princess just like the flower crown on he
Mireille felt her body tingle at the words of Dante. She looked into his grey, mesmerising eyes and just staring into his eyes, she could feel all her restraints breaking away. "Dante" She called his name, her voice still softer than she had intended it to be. "I'd rather walk naked" she added. "That would be a beautiful sight, Principessa" He replied, his voice low and husky. "But that sure won't be enough for me" he added, his gaze flickering down to her lips and then back to her eyes. Dante's cock was aching to be buried in between her legs already and every second that passed with her being so close to him made him lose his mind gradually. "I asked you to stay away from me""Too bad I can't" he leaned in even closer and Mireille could swear she felt her nipples hardening in response to his closeness. His manly cologne filled her nose and she wanted nothing than to pull him into a tight hug but she could not do that or could she?"I said stay away" Mireille groaned and Dante
Dante picked Mireille up from the bed into his arms in bridal style, the both of them naked and fully aroused. "Where to?" Mireille whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "To my room, Princess. I want you in my bed" he replied huskily, walking out of the room. Dante covered the small distance to his room quickly and pushed the door open. He dropped Mireille in the middle of the room and her knees bucked as her foot settled on the floor. She watched Dante walk to the side of the wall, knowing fully well what was there. Dante opened it up and brought out cuffs, clips and and a collar. Mireille quivered, recalling the feel of the vibrator in her pussy. Her nipples hardened even more as Dante walked up to her and bent down to he height, taking her lips into his. He kissed her, almost slightly, making her lean forward to capture his lips better but Dante smirked and took his face away. "Now, look into my eyes, Princess while I clip these beautiful nipples"Mireille's breathin
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