All Chapters of The Bad Boy's Princess : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Dante lifted Mireille up and dropped her on the table, after quickly clearing the items on the table and ignoring their crashing onto the floor of the deck. "Fuck." He cursed as his cock ached. He got in between her legs and pulled Mireille's face close to his, he crashed his lips against hers, kissing her hard and passionately. His tongue swirled with hers and Mireille kissed him back needily. She had her arms wrapped around his frame. He felt so good, so hot, so fucking hot for her. Nothing felt better than knowing that this man now belonged to her. And his cock was hers alone. A moan left her throat into the deep kiss and three fingers rammed back into her pussy. The kiss continued as Dante's fingers started fucking her hard and fast. "Oh god!" Mireille moaned, pulling away from the kiss and tightening her grip on him. Her toes were curling badly as the tension inside of her grew with the pleasure his fingers were causing her. Their gaze was locked and Mireille knew well enou

The next day"I feel like hiding my fingers." Mireille whispered to Dante as they walked towards the car. "Why would you want to hide your fingers?" Dante replied with a question. "This ring! It might get stolen." she replied and Dante chuckled, taking her hand in his. "You are Dante Romano's woman and you think petty thieves would actually come after you?" He asked. "Well, I guess not." Mireille shrugged with the smile still on her face. She could not stop staring at the ring that was now right above the beaded ring the kids at the orphanage had made Dante propose with. Now, she wasn't just playfully engaged to Dante. She was engaged to him for real and it had all been so fast. Mireille could not help but wonder if their marriage was going to be this fast too. She giggled softly, limping towards the car. After being fucked over and over again the previous night, it was clear to Mireille that limping would be her way of walking for the next few days. "Here." Dante pulled open

Mireille walked into Dante's study quietly. She gently shut the door behind her, wanting to giving Dante a jumpscare. Dante seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing on his laptop and Mireille was quite sure he did not notice her presence yet. "I can see you, Princess." Dante suddenly spoke up and Mireille grumbled loudly. "How? I was quiet and made no noise."Dante looked away from his laptop screen with a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "You do realize that I am not blind and also how would I not notice the presence of a princess?" He asked, pulling his chair away from the desk and spreading his arms for Mireille to get in but Mireille remained where she was, a pout on her lips. "I want to give you a jumpscare." "C'mon. Come and hug me instead." Dante urged her. "No, I want to give you a jumpscare." she insisted and Dante stared at her for a bit before agreeing with a shrug of his shoulders. "Alright. Let's do it all over again." he agreed and returned his gaze

"Princess." Dante slowly lifted his head up, finally responding. "I am sorry." Mireille mumbled again and Dante spread his arms."Come over here, sweet princess." Mireille quickly got into his arms, hugging him tightly, her face buried in his neck. Dante shut his eyes, wrapping his arms around Mireille too. The both of them remained hugging each other for a long while until Dante pulled her to sit on his laps and brushed the tears off her cheeks. "I made you cry today, Princess. I shouldn't have made you cry. I should have....""No. No, Dante." Mireille cut him off. "I misunderstood you. It was my fault for not trusting you enough." she added. "You will trust me more from now on?" Dante asked softly. "I will trust you more than I trust myself." she replied and Dante gave her a smile. "And about what you said earlier. You are the best woman for me. No other woman can be better for me. I love you and I do not care about what other women have. C'mon, I am not the best man out ther

Mireille smiled at the meal on the dinning table before stretching her arms a bit with a tired yawn leaving her lips. She had asked the cooks to leave the job to her for the night. Mireille bent low, taking in the aroma of the dishes she made. It was great and she could already imagine the look on Dante's face when he tasted her food."Come to think of it, I have never cooked for him before." She mumbled to herself. "That big man had better give me loads of compliments after trying out my cooking." she added and smiled to herself. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and took a picture of the dinning table. She sent the picture to Dante. 'Mexican beef and rice skillet alongside some bell pepper stuffed with meat.' "Not enough." she mumbled and typed another message. 'Get home soon so you can eat this before eating me out. Can't wait for the precious gift and my rewards for being a very good girl today.' her cheeks heated up at her own message and she giggled softly before clic