Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

The next day

Mark was in his office, his face in his palms as he paced around the room, a limp in his steps. Jonas was standing in the room too, a calm expression on his face.

“That bastard… It is that bastard, isn’t it?!” Mark cried out.

“He is the reason Mr. Stones called to pull out his investment, right?” Mark asked, trying hard not to get out of his senses.

“He is behind it, boss. And I think this has to do with Mireille Mathieu” Jonas responded and Mark halted his steps.

“Mireille Mathieu? How?”

“The job offer was rejected last night and the shareholders are pulling out this morning. I do not think this is a coincidence especially when this Mireille Mathieu is living with Dante Romano. I bet he found out we offered her a job and did this.”

Mark’s brows furrowed.

“And why should Dante Romano be so concerned with Mireille Mathieu? She’s with James, isn’t she? Why would he be interested in her business? The Dante I know would not care.”

Jonas and Mark looked at each other before Mark let out a grin.

“Could it be that she is special to him? The one weakness of Dante Romano that I have been searching for all my life. Could Mireille Mathieu be the one?”

“There is high chances that she is quite special to him” Jonas agreed and remembered Belinda.

He could just try to get some information from Belinda to know if Mireille was the card to pulling Dante down.

“We have to play a little bit more with her and see Dante’s reactions to it.” Mark said.

“I have another way, boss. I will find out if she is special to Dante Romano or if he just did it on behalf of her brother” Jonas replied.

“Good”

*

Mireille smiled sweetly at the mirror. She was barely able to contain her happiness and she was not making attempts to cover up the happiness anyways.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

This was her first time going to a befitting job and she was excited about it. The way her shirt and her black skirt made her look so formal made her happy.

Being Dante’s secretary was not going to be an easy task but Mireille knew she would do a pretty good job.

A knock came on the door and Mireille did not need to have it opened for her to know who was at the door.

“Just a moment” she walked over to the door, her heels making a clicking noise as she walked over to her door.

She pulled it open and Dante was standing by the door, he was dressed in a blue tailored suit that fitted him.

The colour of it made Mireille smile. He looked great in blue, he looked royal, like a king and of course, he was a king.

Just one without the crown.

“You could take a picture. It would last longer, Princess” Dante smirked and Mireille gulped down before playfully swatting at his chest.

“You look….” Dante looked at her body. She looked crazily sexy with her tight black skirt hugging her body.

Perhaps they would look better if he tore it up with a scissors.

“Beautiful” he finished his words.

“And yet so fucking sexy” he added and before Mireille could say a word, Dante had leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

Mireille’s intended words drowned against his lips as he took her lips into his mouth, moistening the pair as he kissed hard on her lips.

Mireille’s hands clasped around Dante’s neck and she kissed him back as much as she could, while he dominated the kiss flawlessly.

The kiss made her stomach knot and Mireille could swear she felt her heart thumping as his tongue slid into her willing mouth and found his own tongue.

“Oh god” Dante groaned against her lips as Mireille pulled away from the kiss, taking a few steps backwards.

Mireille’s gaze fell down to his crotch where there was a bulge already. She gulped down with want but she did not want it now. She wanted to go to work instead and start her job.

“I want you again, Princess” Dante moved closer to her, closing their distance.

“Work, Dante. We have to go to work.” Mireille replied him.

“Work is boring. Let’s fuck.”

Mireille gulped down. She also wanted him, she wanted him to take her again but she felt this was Dante’s way of preventing her from going to work.

“No, Dante. I want to go to work” she said sternly and Dante groaned.

“Fine. Let’s go, Princess” he turned and Mireille grabbed her purse and walked on after him.

They had only gotten to the stairs when Dante pulled Mireille into his arms, lifting her in bridal style.

Mireille’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hey! What are you doing?” She asked him, her face flushing a bit of pink.

“What does it look like?” Dante replied with a question before looking forward and walking off.

Mireille’s gaze was fixated on his face.

He looked perfect and something in Mireille told her that a man like Dante could never be for one woman. Women would always go after him and Dante was definitely not the type to let pussies slide away in front of him, was he?

As they approached the car, one of Dante’s men pulled the door of the backseat open and Dante dropped Mireille in the car gently.

“Move over” he said to her and got in after her.

The driver was behind the wheels of the car, ready to drive at the command of Dante.

Dante placed his hand on Mireille’s thigh.

“Drive” he ordered and the car was immediately started.

“I should take a picture” Mireille smiled and brought her phone out of her bag.

Dante watched her smile at the camera and take a few shots before she turned to him.

“You want to take one with me?” She asked and Dante hesitated for a moment.

“You can’t post it on social media” he said to her and Mireille chewed on the insides of her mouth.

Was he so ashamed of having her that he would not want to be seen with her on social media?

“I just won’t take it” Mireille slipped her phone back into her bag, her excited face fading into a frown.

Dante glanced at her. He had only told her that because she could be at risk for being with him. He had so much enemies, enemies that he did not even know about and if they saw her with him, she could be a target too just like a few other women had been in the past.

Dante groaned and grabbed her purse, taking the phone out of it.

“You are taking it but you won’t post it. It’s for you only” Dante pulled her close to him and took a quick picture of the both of them before slipping the phone back into her purse.

“There” he whispered and returned his left hand to her thigh, his hand pushed the skirt a bit, revealing more of her thighs for his hands to caress.

He listened attentively as Mireille’s breath turned heavy as his caresses became more and more sensual. Slight, slow and yet arousing.

Dante journeyed his hands towards her inner thighs, he still had a straight face on and was looking forward as if he wasn’t in the middle of something.

Mireille’s chest heaved with anticipation as he got closer to her getting wet pussy. She could not wait for his fingers to get there so she pushed towards his fingers a bit but Dante kept his hand on her inner thighs, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“Oh god” Mireille whispered, not wanting to draw the attention of the driver.

Exactly at the moment, Dante’s fingers grazed her panties, the car pulled to a stop.

“We are here, boss” the driver said and Mireille let out a grumble.

Dante retreated his hand from in between her legs and cupped her face, kissing her hard for a few seconds and taking her breath away before pulling away and readjusting his suit.

He was still at it when the door was pulled open by one of his men. Dante stepped out of the car and Mireille stepped out after him, before the door was slam shut, the sexual frustration still on her face.

Mireille looked at the giant structure in front of her. She could not see the top of it as the sun blinded her vision.

This was it. Her finally starting her own life.