All Chapters of The Bad Boy's Princess : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mireille spread her legs, sitting on Dante's desk as he walked towards her, unzipping his flyer and letting his cock out through the flyer. Mireille's nipples hardened even more at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.If he wasn't going to give her work to do, then he could as well put her to work. "Wider" he ordered, getting into his seat and facing her pussy directly. "Fucking beautiful as always" he groaned and took the red panties that Mireille's right hand was clutching. "Open your mouth" Mireille did as she was told and watched Dante roll the panties and then stuff her mouth with it. "You have no idea how much more perfect you look right now" Dante grabbed her legs and dropped them on his shoulders as he buried his face into her pussy. "Mhhmm" Mireille moaned, the panties in her mouth muffling her moans. She wrapped her legs around Dante's shoulders, keeping him even closer. Dante's tongue played with her pussy skillfully, running past her entire slit. He pulled her le

Mireille sighed softly, watching Dante sleep. She was holding his hand in hers and her heart was still pounding. He was out of danger now and the doctor had said that bullet had not hit his vitals or blood vessels so he would be fine in a couple of weeks. "Dante" she whispered and kissed the back of his hand. Recalling the moment she thought she was going to lose him, she felt her heart pound harder. Mireille had thought that what scared her the most was her stepdad reappearing in her life but today, she had just realized that was not it at all. Listening to Dante groan in pains and forcing out smiles to her to assure her he was okay scared the living hell out of her. Her grip tightened even more as if holding tighter would make him heal faster. Mireille had barely had the time to even wonder why someone had tried to shoot her. Her mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of Dante's safety and the fact that he had saved her. He had seen it coming and had taken the bullet for her.

That Night"You really only do what you want, Dante" Mireille shook her head as she handed him a glass of water. They were in the living room of his home since Dante had insisted on getting discharged and with his influence and affluence, he was discharged in no time. "I don't like the hospital, Princess" Dante took the glass of water to his lips while Mireille stood by his side. "Your doctor will be here tomorrow morning, right?" Mireille asked. "He will be. I am not that nonchalant about my own life" Dante replied and held Mireille's hand, pulling her to sit beside him. "I will be fine in no time and you don't have to worry way too much about me""I am not super worried about you" Mireille pouted and Dante smirked. "You always say what you don't mean" "We have just a month left together" Mireille suddenly brought up the topic and the soft look on Dante's face vanished. "And?" He demanded, his voice suddenly sounding stern and distant. "Nothing" Mireille quickly said, noting

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,

"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