Mireille leaned in even closer, wanting to capture Dante's lips with her lips. Each brush of their lips against each other made her shiver and she could not deny the wetness that had formed in her panties. "I should not be doing this" Dante whispered, his lips still brushing hers. Instinctively, Mireille's grip around him got tighter as if not wanting to let him go. Mireille knew this was her body taking over and not her heart. Her heart wanted Dante to leave the room right away but her body wanted him to stay and do things to her. Hesitation and want filled the air. The room was silent safe for their breathing. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach and the feel made her recall her drunk night when he had rubbed his erection on her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips, recollecting that memory but that was when Dante chose to pull away from her completely. "You were talking too much and I had to shut you up" Dante rasped and Mireille just remained silent, not k
Fifteen men in black suits were on their knees as Dante walked into the place. It was a huge abandoned warehouse with barely any signs of luxury that suited a person of Dante's status. A neat chair was however there for him to sit and Dante calmly sat down. More men were standing in the room, each of them with a gun in hand while the ones on their knees had been unarmed. Behind Dante were three other men in black suits. Dante stretched his right hand out and one of the men gave him a gun. Dante grinned at the gun, a menacing grin which was the only type of grin the men in the room had the chance to see on the face of their boss. Without uttering a single word, Dante shot at one of the men and he dropped down dead. The fourteen other men gasped while every other person remained absolutely calm. "There.... He looks better dead and gone and you all are going to be looking just like him if you don't tell me where the bags are" "I swear, boss. We don't know the bags of drugs got mis
Mireille was in the living room, cuddling a pillow and watching a movie. The doctor had come and checked up on her and she had had to use some drugs. Mireille was bored at home but felt scared to even attempt going out. She knew for sure that Dante would not let her go out in the first place after what had happened and she herself did not want to go out. Her experience last night had made her scared of going out suddenly. Mireille yawned sleepily and laid down on the couch instead, still cuddling the pillow. A few minutes passed before her phone beeped with a message. Mireille reached for the phone. The screen was now broken due to it falling to the floor the previous night. The message was from Dante. Mireille pouted a little before opening the message. "I am almost home. Go and get dressed up, we are going out together" the message read. Mireille let out a low hiss and dropped her phone. She was not interested in going out, especially with Dante. Mireille reached for the r
Dante walked into the living room, two bags in each of his hands. Mireille had barely brought anything, insisting that she had everything she needed already. Dante had forced her to pick the few things she eventually bought but he was glad that she was fine and not worried about what had happened the previous night. He read through her best and so he was sure that him being around her took her mind off the incident. "You just stressed me out. Now I am hungry" Mireille grumbled and stopped walking, turning to face him. She crouched down to kick off the heels she wes wearing while Dante just stood in front of her but as she pulled the heel off her right feet, she lost her balance and quickly reached out for Dante to stabilise herself. Her hand grabbed his black belt as she tried to stabilise herself but ended up on her knees anyways. Mireille let out a breath of relief, grateful that she had not fallen down but Dante was in another world already. Mireille on her knees, with her ha
Heavy breathing filled Mireille's room. Dante and Mireille did not say a word to each other. Her orgasm had subsided but she was still in his arms, her legs still spread open and her pussy still dripping with her fluids. She had her tits still heaving with every heavy breath. Dante's left arm was just right underneath her boobs and his trousers was wet from her squirt. Dante shut his eyes and groaned. He had to be out of here as soon as possible if he did not want to lose control totally and fuck her. His hard-on was pressing against her soft, luscious ass and that was not in any way helping issues. He withdrew his hand from in between her legs and brought it close to his own lips, his lips parted and he sucked on two of his fingers.She was so fucking tasty and a naughty groan from him filled the room for the next few seconds he was sucking. Dante knew he should not be expecting a word from Mireille. He needed no one to tell him that her face was flushed right now and she was pr
The next dayMireille woke up the next day and almost instantly, her heart skipped a beat reminding her of what had happened between she and Dante the previous night. Slowly, Mireille pulled herself up and sat up on the bed before running her hands through her messy hair. She palmed her face for the next few seconds, wanting to just bury her face somewhere and not step out all day. It was a Sunday and she kind of knew that Dante would be staying home all day on a Sunday. Mireille did not know how she was supposed to face him. The both of them had barely said anything to each other while he touched her the previous night and even after her orgasm. "What the hell is wrong with you, Mireille? You have never been like this. You never even let Charles touch you for the three years you were together and you let Dante, a man you have not seen in seven years, a man you do not love touch you like that" she scolded herself. Mireille scolded herself even more before getting off her bed to ta
"What happened to them?" Mark asked his right hand man, Jonas. "They were caught by Dante and they have been killed. Good thing that Dante did not suspect that someone else was behind his men stealing his bags of drugs"Mark gritted his teeth, a swear escaping his tightened teeth. "That bastard!" "He killed every single one of them?" Mark asked, getting off his feet and walking to the table. He picked up a glass of wine. "Every single one of them as I have heard, boss."Mark groaned and threw the glass of wine against the wall of the room, shattering the glass into pieces. "Who does he think he is?! He met me in the fucking business! I remember how scared and weak that little fuckling was when his father introduced him to this and now he thinks he can kick me out of this city?!" "I watched him struggle not to get into the business but stupid me! I supported his father to make his life hell and coerce him to join the business. I regret that the most now!" Mark growled in regret
Mireille remained in the living room, assuring herself over and over again that she did not care about whatever was going on in Dante's room at the moment. She tried not to think about it while watching a movie, almost absent mindedly. She could not wait for Belinda to get here so she could take her mind off it. Mireille hated the fact that she was even thinking of Dante at the moment. Why in the world was she hating it badly, knowing that the hoe was probably feeling the same thing she had felt the previous night?She sighed softly and readjusted her position on the sofa. Mireille picked up the TV remote to change the chanel and perhaps watch something else that would capture her attention more. Just then, Mireille heard footsteps behind her, definitely from heels. She turned her head to see the lady walking hurriedly. Mireille's brows arched as she wondered what had happened. Was it all over? So soon?The lady looked at Mireille hatefully, thinking Mireille was another slut hire
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