Mireille was on the bed, her legs spread wide open while she waited for whatever was going to come next. Her body was sensitive all over, waiting for his touch as she breathed heavily. Until she met with Dante, she never could have imagined that she could love being spanked and being kept on the edge for long.Her breath hitched when she felt the bed dip with Dante's weight. She felt his hands on her feet. "I never thought I could love legs this much until I saw yours" She let out a soft exhale at his words and Dante ran his fingers over her weight. He was naked and his thick cock had precum on its head. He was more than ready to fuck the hell out of her and he hoped she won't feel so much pains as she did the previous night. "The other night I was giving your legs a massage in your room. I knew you were about to cum" Dante said to her. "Oh my god Dante!""What were you thinking of that night?" Dante kissed her leg softly. "That you could cum without me knowing?" He asked and Mi
That eveningMark groaned in pains. He was on his bed and his leg was bandaged. "That bastard" He seethed angrily. Jonas was in the corner of the room, a distressed look on his face as he stared at his boss. "What about her? That Mireille Mathieu?" Mark asked. "I already sent her a mail but there is no response from her yet. I am hoping for a good response, boss""I am going to use her to bring James to his knees and then I will get rid of both James and Mireille. I will take out my revenge on the both of them until I can finally get my hands on that bastard!"Jonas phone beeped with a message and he dipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out his phone. It was a message, from Belinda. He pressed his lips into a thin line and looked at his boss. "I have somewhere to be, boss. I will take my leave now" he said and gave a curt bow before walking out of the room. Immediately he shut the door after him, he opened the message. 'Hey, you want to meet up at a restaurant or somethi
The next dayMireille woke up, feeling Dante's warmth around her. He was cuddling her from behind and her body was absolutely warmed up by his own body. Mireille smiled softly at their body difference. She looked so small compared to him but somehow he made her feel on top of the world. Mireille's smile however vanished as she recalled the mail she had gotten the previous day. An interview with Dreams Corporations was a huge one and she could not afford to miss it but she also knew that Dante would be unwilling to let her get a job. Her face pulled into a sad frown as she wondered how she was going to get him to give in and let her get a job this time. She sighed softly and then felt his hands on her waist move. "What is the matter, Princess?" His deep, raspy early morning voice caressed her ears."Uhm.... nothing" Mireille mumbled and Dante pulled her closer into his body. He kissed her neck softly and licked on the hickey."You'd better tell me what made you sigh, Princess. Or
Dante settled in at work and loosened his tie a bit. He turned on his laptop and picked up the files that were on his tables for review.He opened the files and began to review, whole waiting for his laptop to boot. "Good morning boss" his secretary walked into the room with a vibrant smile on her face. "My schedule for today?" Dante questioned, his gaze on the files in front of him. "Why don't you have your coffee first?" She walked to his table and dropped a cup of coffee on his table.Dante glanced at the cup of coffee and chuckled softly. He had had more fun, lapping up Mireille's squirt earlier that day that he had forgotten about getting his morning coffee. "What else would you like me to get for you?" She asked in a soft voice that Dante recognised. It was the voice of women who wanted to seduce him. Dante raised his head and looked up at her."My schedule?" He demanded to know, his voice stricter. Her eyes wavered but in a few seconds, regained their confidence. "You ha
Dante's grip on Mireille's wrist was tight as he led her into the living room. Apart from the words he had said to her back in the rooftop, he had not said any other thing to her. His face which had been soft when he was begging her to get down was now very hard. "Sit" he said to her and made her sit on the sofa. Dante took in a deep breath before sitting down beside her. "Do you realise what could have happened? Do you know that you could have tripped and actually fallen down?" He asked, scolding her. "Do you have to scold me?" Mireille asked softly and he groaned. "Of course I have to! You were about to commit freaking suicide! What were you thinking about? I.... James has just you, Princess. You are the only one the poor guy has and you were going to get rid of yourself?""Are you really going to let me work?" Mireille asked, ignoring his question. Dante pressed his face into his palms and let out a heavy exhale before dropping his hands. "Really? Is this damned work the o
Mireille moaned on Dante's cock, the salty, musky taste of his precum getting onto her tongue. Dante continued pushing his cock into her mouth until her mouth was completely filled his cock but her little mouth had only been able to take half of his length. "Oh shit! This would do, though" Dante moaned and fucked into her mouth, one quick thrust. Mireille moaned as his cock hit the end of her mouth. "Yeah. You are a bit eased up now" Dante growled and before Mireille could know what else was happening, Dante was thrusting his cock into her mouth, treating her hot, little mouth like it was her pussy. He threw his head back in pleasure as he ravished the pleasure of his cock being in her mouth. Dante looked back down at her. Mireille's eyes were closed but he did not want that. He wanted her eyes open so that she could look into his eyes while he fucking loved her mouth."Open your eyes and look at me. Now!" He ordered and Mireille fluttered her eyes open as his cock continuously
That eveningMireille was in her bed, a smile on her face as she texted Belinda. 'So you really tried to commit suicide? Are you out of your senses?' Belinda texted. 'I definitely was not going to commit suicide. I just felt like he would give in if I threatened him with my death and that's how I got myself a job!' Mireille texted back and Belinda was typing back almost instantly. 'You are sure Dante does not have deep feelings for you? I feel like he treats you specially' Belinda replied and Mireille rolled her eyes. 'He is a player, he definitely has no deep feelings for me and we made it clear too. We will be together for only two months. Once James is back, it would be over' Mireille sent the text. 'I do not in any way think that it would as easy as you think it is. Even if Dante does not fall in love, are you sure you won't fall in love with him?'Mireille frowned at the message. Belinda was the one who had convinced her into doing this even though, she was eventually going
"James" Dante called him by his name, his voice inpatient. "Who is he and where is he?" Dante asked. "He is our stepdad and... " James sighed softly. "And the hell, that man was psychotic. He was a lunatic and thought... Oh god, I can't tell you about it, man. He was a total psycho but I don't know where he is right now and I don't care about where he is cause I never want to see him""I think I do want to see him, just once before I kick his corpse into a ditch" Dante replied. "I am sorry but not now... Maybe later when this doesn't take me with so much surprise. Then, I will be able to talk about this" James replied. Dante fell silent for a few seconds, his fingers rubbing the space between his brows. "Alright. We will talk about this again tomorrow, James""Alright. Can you give the phone to Mireille? She has been avoiding my calls these days. I want to hear her voice" James replied. "A minute" Dante walked back to the dinning table where he found that Mireille had pulled hi
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