Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

The next day

Dante woke up first but made no movement as he did not want to disturb Mireille’s peaceful sleeping.

He glanced at the wall clock. It was 6:43 am. His grip on her waist tightened a bit as Dante recalled the night before.

“Mhhmm” Mireille grumbled, waking up.

Dante instantly loosened his grip on her waist and watched her grumble a bit more.

Mireille slowly opened her eyes and her drowsy eyes squinted for a second when she realized that she was lying on Dante.

“Dante” she whispered his name.

“Good morning Princess” he greeted back in an early morning raspy voice and Mireille slowly pulled herself up from his body.

She sat up on the bed and ran her hands through her hair. She remembered correctly that Dante was not in the mansion when she had gone to sleep and now he was here.

“When did you get here?” She asked and Dante pulled himself up, sitting on the bed too.

Mireille gulped down, admiring his messy hair and his veiny hands.

“Is your dad still alive?” Dante asked instead, ignoring her question.

Mireille’s face fell and Dante could swear he saw the hurt in her eyes.

“Did I mention something about him last night? Have you been here since last night?” She asked him and he gave a single nod.

“So tell me who he is, Princess” Dante demanded to know.

He had only one intention in mind.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You don’t have to worry about it” Mireille shook her head and flashed him the ‘fakest’ smile Dante had ever seen on her pretty face.

“I am your guardian until James gets back. I have to worry about everything that has to do with you. What did he do to you? What did your dad take you out into the rain for?” He asked.

“I told you that you do not have to worry about it, Dante!” Her voice raised a bit and the hurt in her eyes increased.

Dante could swear he felt his frozen heart wrench.

“I don’t want to talk about him and I don’t want to talk about what he did! Please don’t ask me again!”

“I have to know what happened so I can fix it, Princess!”

“You don’t have to fix a thing, Dante! You are no one to me! You are not my family and you are not even a friend to me! You have no right to want to fix a thing in my life! You are just a person I was forced to live with and the fact that I am sexually attracted to you and made that known to you does not actually give you any place in my life! A place to want to fix things that can’t be fixed!!” She yelled at him and tears slid down her cheeks.

Dante’s lips parted but the words did not come. For the first time in years, he was speechless. He was nothing to her, no one to her other than a person she was sexually attracted to.

So? Was that a bad thing? Had he been hoping to be more than that to her? Maybe someone she could regard as a family? Or maybe just a friend? But he was nothing.

“Alright, Princess. I will leave but trust me I will find out what the issue is eventually and I will fix it, even as the no one you are just sexually attracted to!” He got out of her bed and stormed out of the room.

Mireille watched the door slam shut before she crumbled back into the bed, crying.

Her hand subconsciously went into her night wear and found her tummy. She ran her fingers over the exact same spot she had been covering the other night from Dante.

There was a scar there, barely visible anymore but it was there.

Two hours later

Mireille stepped out of her room for the first time that morning. She had freshened up and was dressed in black casual joggers and a blue shirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun.

Mireille was sure Dante would have been off to work already. She felt bad about the words she had said to him. Yes, Dante had always been arrogant and all bossy but all he had done that morning was try to help her but she had yelled at him, calling him nothing.

Him being nothing than a man she was attracted to might be the truth but he did not deserve to hear it in that manner.

“Me and feeling guilty. I will just give him a short apology when he gets back home tonight…. That is if he comes home” she mumbled the last words and headed to the dinning room to eat.

Mireille was surprised to meet Dante in the dinning room, just seated and not eating.

“G-Good morning” she stuttered and found a chair to sit on too, as farther away from him as possible.

There was no response from Dante and Mireille could only feel his cold yet sharp and piercing gaze on her as she picked up her cutleries.

“Look, if it’s about what I….”

“Eat” he cut her off.

“Dante, I…”

“I said just one word… Eat. Be a good girl and eat” His voice sounded cold and Mireille felt shivers run down her spine.

She decided not to try to talk to him and just obey him like he wanted her to.

She began eating, quite uncomfortably because throughout the entire meal because Dante was staring at her the entire time.

“I am done eating” Mireille mumbled the words softly and slowly raised her head to look at him.

The gaze on his face was unchanged.

“Dante, I am…”

“I could be your killer” he cut her off and Mireille’s brows arched.

“What do you mean?”

“I am nothing to you but I could have added poison to your meal and be your killer, the last person you will set your eyes on. Then I will be something, right?” the way he said the words made Mireille feel cold.

“Or I could have just shot you easily” he added and Mireille’s face contorted.

“Please Dante! Please don’t talk to me like that! You are scaring me” Mireille raised her voice to prevent him from cutting her off.

“Now, I want to hear you tell me you will never speak to me in the tone you used on me earlier. I don’t care about the words you said, I only care about the tone. ”

Mireille gulped down.

“Say it. Don’t make me make you say it” his voice held so much authority.

“I won’t speak to you in that tone anymore” she replied and Dante closed his eyes.

He had been filled with something he could not identify for the past two hours but now he was calmer.

He opened his eyes, his sharp gaze gone. Mireille breathed out in relief as she saw the look she was used to, on his face.