Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
A Rapist Too

Two days later

Two days had passed but Mireille was still unchanged in her stance. The numerous gifts Dante gave to her and the flowers every evening did not succeed in changing her mind just yet but they had definitely softened her heart.

Because though she still kept her distance from Dante and didn’t eat every of the meals he ensured he made them three times a day, she could feel herself softening quickly and she kind of hated it.

She hated the silent arguments she had with herself, on if it was really that wrong of Dante to kill these men.

A man who had tried to rape her, a man who tried to force her into dancing and cheapened her to a slut, then her cruel stepdad. Was it really that wrong for Dante to get rid of them on her behalf?

“Yes! It is wrong, Mireille!” She slowed down the treadmill she had been running on and got off it.

“It is wrong because I did not ask him to do that. He could have taken them to the cops instead” she added, breathing heavily due to the running she had just finished.

It was wrong but his intentions had been to protect her and keep her safe, right?

“I don’t care about the intentions. It’s his actions I care about” she said quickly, opposing the thought that had crept into her mind.

“Hey” his deep voice called from behind and Mireille felt her heart jump.

She could not deny that she was craving him already. It had been three days now since they fucked or even kissed and her body was craving him badly already. The feel of his body against hers, his hard, pierced cock, working its way into her pussy and the way he made her climax.

She had missed every single thing.

She slowly turned back to look at him and saw him walking towards her. Dante stopped, immediately she turned to see him.

He had a crown made of flowers in his hands that looked just like the tattoo on his abs and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his veiny hands that reminded Mireille of how they spanked her ass and groped her tits.

Dante’s gaze fell on her exposed cleavages. The sport bra she was wearing left the top of her tits exposed and Dante groaned inwardly, recalling the feel of her tits in his hands and against his cock.

He lowered his gaze to her exposed stomach, recalling how fucking sexy she looked whenever she squirted and it got all over her stomach and her thighs. Going further down, his gaze stopped at her pussy mound.

Outlined by the matching leggings she was wearing, what he wanted the most was to rip the leggings away and push his cock into her pussy.

Dante’s cock had rose to his thoughts of her and Mireille’s gaze now rested on the bulge in his trousers. The both of them wanted each other and it was evident in their eyes.

“Oh god, save me” Dante groaned, losing it.

In a matter of seconds, he had gotten to her and had his lips over her lips, kissing her lips hard with want and passion. Mireille moaned immediately, parting her lips and kissing him back with just as much want.

Her hands quickly wrapped around him as he dropped the crown of flowers on her head and sent his right hand to her ass and his left to her tit, groping both at the same time.

Mireille moaned into his mouth, pleasure rippling through her as her body was finally getting what it so much wanted. Her nipples were hard already and she could feel the moisture quickly gathering in her pussy.

Dante’s tongue swirled against her tongue as he kissed her deeply before retreating to her lips and nibbling on her lower lip at the same time he spanked her ass.

‘No, I should not be doing this. I am mad at him. I… I can’t have sex with him while I am mad at him’ Mireille thought to herself and with all the determination she could gather, she pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily from the hard kiss and from the want of more.

Her lips were parted and she was struggling not to show the want and desire in her eyes to him but Dante was not willing to stop, not when his hard cock wanted no one but her.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him suddenly, making the crown fall to the floor.

“You want me, Princess and I fucking want you too” he pressed his hard on to her exposed stomach and Mireille found herself slowly melting in his arms again.

“Let’s fuck. You can forgive me later” he claimed her lips as soon as he finished the sentence and Mireille’s body responded to his presence while she struggled, trying to think hard enough to push him off her.

Her mouth kissed him back and her arms rested on his shoulders while she continued to try to reach her senses. Dante pushed down the leggings along with the panties she was wearing and Mireille moaned as she felt his hand on her bare ass.

“Oh god” Dante moaned, revering in the feel of her ass in his hands. Their lips parted but remained brushing against each other as Dante squeezed both ass cheeks and jiggled both in his hands as if wanting to memorize the way they felt.

His hands parted her ass cheeks as he began kissing her face, down to her neck.

“Oh god, I… I did not want this. I…” Mireille’s words got lost in a moan as she felt his hand sliding to her slit while his mouth worked on her neck.

Mireille held onto him like he was her source of life. Her body shivered and quivered as two of his fingers brushed her wet pussy lips.

“Dante!” She pulled away from him quickly and pulled the leggings and her panties up her ass.

“What do you think I am? A woman with no self control? A woman who would submit to your touches whenever and wherever?” Mireille asked.

“Can we not talk about what or who we are right now?” Dante reached for the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned four buttons swiftly, revealing his tattooed, hot body.

Mireille’s breath turned heavy as she looked at his inked chest. She wanted to run her hands all over it and at that point, Mireille knew she would lose it and let Dante fuck her. The only thing she could do was to do something to make him stop as soon as possible.

Dante pulled her back to him and pulled the sport bra up, letting her tits free. He immediately buried his face in her tits.

“Oh christ!” Mireille moaned, her panties getting wetter at his sudden feasting on her tits.

Maybe it was because she had been untouched for the past three days but Mireille could feel her orgasm quickly building up and it almost embarrassed her at how quick her orgasm was building up.

“Dante.” Her words came out in a slurred moan.

“Even if my body adheres to your touch, my heart will never acknowledge this and if it ever does, it will…. Acknowledge this as rape and you as a rapist”

Dante’s tongue on her nipple stilled immediately she finished her sentence. He pulled away from her nipple and gulped down, raising his head from her beautiful tits which were now heaving with her deep breaths.

“Rape?” Dante asked as he stood up straight to look into her eyes.

His eyes were furious, this time.

“Now, I am not just a murderer but also a rapist?” Dante asked, his heart clenching.

“Fine” he pulled away from her and began buttoning up his shirt.

“I won’t be a rapist in addition to being a murderer so I am going to leave, Mireille” he called her by her name and Mireille felt her heart wrenching.

She wondered if she had done the right thing by mentioning rape but she just remained quiet.

“I made that flower crown myself. You might want to dump it in the trash like you have dumped every single thing this murderer has gotten you in the past three days” he stormed off.