All Chapters of The Bad Boy's Princess : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jonas removed the shaded glasses he had on and dropped it on the other seat on the car. He looked at Belinda's home, staring at it fondly. He knew that Belinda was in there but he also knew that he would not be welcomed if he tried to go and meet her. He dropped his head on the steering wheel and remained that way for the next couple of minutes, thinking about his relationship with Belinda. He reminisced about their sweet moments together and then the look on her face when she saw him run away from the gardens. His phone rang pulling him out of his thoughts. Jonas picked up the call that came from one of his men. "Hey?" "Hello sir. I just figured out that Mireille Mathieu has moved out of Dante Romano's home." the man informed and Jonas's eyes lit up. "Where is she now?" He asked, almost excitedly. "She is staying with her brother now, James Mathieu." "Great." Jonas remarked and ended the call. He dropped his phone, his eyes now brighter than they had been before the call.

The next day was a Sunday and Dante was in his study room when a knock came on the door. Dante looked away from the book he had been trying to read to the door. He was barely able to read, unable to stop recollecting Mireille in this same study, bent over and taking his cock in her ass. "Come in." He mumbled when the knock came again. The door opened and Ditto walked in making Dante narrow his eyes at him. He had not asked Ditto to come over so it was weird that he was here without a notice. "Good morning boss." Ditto greeted with a slight bow. "The issue?" Dante questioned and Ditto pressed his lips into a thin line before pulling out a picture from his pocket. "Here you go, boss." Ditto placed the picture in front of Dante and Dante felt anger rushing into him. His muscles tensed and his brows pushed closer to each other. "Where the fuck did you get this?" Dante asked, grabbing the picture from the table and crumpling it in his hands. It was a picture of Mireille and an unkn

Dante was more than surprised to find out that Mireille was pregnant. "It... It's for you, Dante." Mireille added, still looking into his eyes. "It's... It's alright, Princess." Dante brushed the tears on her cheeks away."I know the baby can only be for me." He said to her."And now what?" James asked and Dante pulled Mireille behind him. "And now, I will be responsible for my actions." Dante replied James. "What do you mean by that?" James asked. "I mean what you think I mean. I will be by Mireille's side and I will take responsibility for her and..." Dante gritted his teeth for a second. "And my baby." he finished the sentence. "Bullshit! You are joking if you think I am going to let Mireille stay with you! I don't care if she is pregnant for you or not, she will not be with you, Dante." James reached his hand forward to grab Mireille's wrist but Dante pulled Mireille out of his reach. "Let go of my sister, Dante. Do not ruin her life by keeping her with you selfishly." He

For the next few seconds, the both of them remained in that position. His cock still buried deeply into her pulsing pussy. "Oh god." a small moan slipped from her lips as she felt Dante move a tiny bit inside of her. "Your pussy feels so good, Princess. It feels so fucking good." Dante groaned and took his hands to her tits and fondled her tits hard. He pulled out of her slowly and Mireille moaned as his cock pulled out and then slammed back into her. "Gawwwwwwd!" Mireille moaned sharply as he slammed his entire length inside of her, his piercing hitting her cervix. "Fuck!" Dante fondled her tits even tighter and increased his pace, fucking her pussy hard. "Oh god! Yes! Yes, fuck me!" Mireille moaned nastily as he thrusted into her fast and hard. "Harder!" She screamed even though her body was barely taking the hard fuck he was giving to her at the moment. "You want it? You get it!" Dante fucked her harder, the noise of their flesh slapping against each other. Their moans of p

Ditto pushed open the door of Belinda's room and Belinda let out a scream. "Why the scream?" Ditto asked, his brows pulling closely. Belinda was standing half naked in the middle of the room. Dressed in nothing more than bra and panties and Ditto was acting like he hadn't just walked in on her half naked. "Can you look away for fuck's sake?!" Belinda screamed at him and Ditto rolled his eyes before looking away and facing the wall. "Pervert!" He heard Belinda mutter. "Hey, I have better taste in women, okay? Even if you stood in front of me entirely naked, I would not be moved one bit. Jonas's tastes sucks just like his life sucks." Ditto said while Belinda hurriedly dressed up, hoping that he would not look back while she was at it. "There is no taste better than I am, Ditto. I am perfect, I believe so." Belinda said, pulling at the hem of the dress she had just slipped on. Ditto huffed lowly. "Perfect?" He turned to face her, meeting her fully dressed now. "You are far from