Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

The next day

Mireille 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 take a bath and start a new day in which she was going to try her possible best to avoid Dante.

She prayed something would come up, anything that would require him to leave home but Mireille also knew she could not be sure anything would come up.

She just had to find a reason herself to be all by herself all day and the only reason she could see was to have company so she decided to call Belinda.

With a white towel wrapped around her chest and her wet hair wrapped in another towel, Belinda picked up the brand new phone Dante had gotten for her and dialed Belinda’s contact.

Belinda picked up at the third ring.

“Hey girlie! This’d better be a good talk cause I just left this hot guy to pick your call”

“A hot guy? So early in the morning?” Mireille asked.

“We met last night and one thing led to another and we had sex” Belinda giggled and suddenly, Mireille felt less weird.

Her best friend was having sex with a total stranger and being absolutely fine about it but she was freaking out over being touched by a man she had known since she was little.

“You really live a dangerous life” Mireille managed to say.

“I know” Belinda giggled.

“How are you doing now? I hope the incident is not freaking you out” Belinda said softly, referring to the creepy man’s incident.

“I am fine now but I want you to come over and stay with me today, are you free?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Of course I am! I am always free for you”

“Alright, you have to be here early though”

“Alright, alright, Mireille. I would be there in about two hours.”

“Once you are close, let me know. The security is really tight here and you absolutely would not be let in”

“Alright! I would have to start preparing now if I am to get there in two hours” Belinda said.

“Alright, bye” Mireille ended the call and dropped her phone on the floor.

A knock on the door made her jolt a little bit.

“Who is it?” She asked, calming herself down. .

“Dante” his deep voice caused her cheeks to flush a sudden pink.

If only he had learned to knock the previous night, she would have covered up before he came in and none of all that would have happened.

“What… What is it?” She asked.

“Breakfast is ready. Don’t think about skipping breakfast so just step out as soon as possible”

“Alright” Mireille replied, wondering why and how his voice still sounded so composed and relaxed like nothing had happened.

But maybe for Dante, nothing had happened. It was just touching and nothing more.

Mireille sighed and walked into her closet to change into something comfortable. After changing and drying her hair, Mireille walked out of the room and headed to the dinning room.

Her heart skipped a beat considerably as she saw Dante at the table. He was wearing a free shirt, with three buttons undone revealing a part of his inked chest. His veiny hand was on a glass of orange juice. Mireille recalled where those hands had been the previous night before looking away from his hands and moving to sit down.

She did not say a word to Dante and Dante was not saying a word too. The both of them ate in silence for several minutes before deciding to speak, at the very same time.

“My friend is….”

“What happened….”

The both of them paused and looked at each other’s face.

“You go first” Dante said to Mireille.

“No, you go first” Mireille replied him, wanting to know what he thought about what happened the previous night.

“What happened last night should not have happened, princess” Dante started, his intense gaze resting on Mireille’s face as he dropped his cutleries.

“But none of it was your fault and I do not want you to feel bad. It is okay for you to want to relieve yourself sexually in your room and I am at fault for barging in and not being able to hold myself back. Let’s just regard last night as what you wanted it to be… Me teaching you how to get off yourself.” He sounded so detached, so emotionless.

Mireille felt a part of her heart sink, that part that secretly wished Dante would say something absolutely different from what he had just said.

“Uhm… I guess you are right. We should not do things we would not be able to do in front of James” Mireille replied and forced a smile.

“So what did you want to tell me?” Dante asked, casually picking up his cutleries.

“My friend, Belinda is coming over today”

“Alright, princess. Will you be needing anything?” He asked.

“No, just some privacy, I guess”

“I don’t like what happened the last time you talked about privacy” Dante said.

“We are going to be here, nothing is going to happen to us while you are here with us”

Dante felt an unfamiliar warmth inside of him with her words. She felt safe with him, his presence assured her of safety.

“Eat up, princess”

The place fell back into silence and Mireille did not want that so she chose to ask a random question.

“You are not going out today, right?”

“Hmm” Dante nodded shortly.

“So what do you on your Sundays?” Mireille asked and without thinking twice, Dante gave her a honest response.

“I fuck women”