Dante walked into the living room and glanced at his wristwatch. It was just few minutes to 7pm and Mireille should be ready by now.
She was not in the living room, however and Dante could not help but think for a moment, that she was avoiding him.
He brushed the thoughts away and climbed up the stairs. He walked over to her door and opened it up, using his finger print.
He pushed the door open and stopped right by the door when he realised that Mireille was not ready or even getting ready.
She was laying on the sheets of her bed and scrolling through her phone.
"Princess" he called.
"I asked you to be ready by 7pm"
Mireille sat up on the bed. She had concluded that she was not going to take Belinda's advice or any advice close to it. She was going to just make sure their relationship was what it was before.
"You did not care to ask if I wanted to go shopping. I don't want to" She spelt out her last words.
Dante stared at her for a few seconds before his lips curled up in a smirk.
"Do you want me to pick you out of that bed, rip those clothes off your body, bathe you and dress you up?" He questioned and Mireille gulped down, visualising the actions.
"So which will it be? You getting up and doing all that yourself or me doing it all for you?"
Mireille glared at him... At least she tried to but his grey eyes seemed to melt her glares.
"I am tired, I can't go shopping tonight" Mireille shook her head, softening her gaze.
Somehow, she knew that if she faked being tired, he would let her rest.
"What were you doing the whole day?" Dante walked further into the room and Mireille found her breathing getting heavier, the more steps he took close to her.
"I worked out and I kind of stressed myself out so I am just going to rest tonight"
Dante said nothing but sat at the edge of her bed and looked at Mireille. Mireille felt her stomach tighten as his intense gaze rested on her face.
"Let me have your legs" Dante suddenly requested.
"Wh... What?"
"Your legs, princess" his voice was a little bit impatient.
With her brows pulled into an arch in confusion, she stretched her both legs towards him and Dante pulled her legs onto his thighs.
The simple contact made Mireille's cheeks blush pink.
Dante rolled back his sleeves, all the way to his elbow, revealing the little bit of the tattoo Mireille had noticed in the morning.
His veiny hands touched her legs, gently and Mireille almost jumped at the contact.
"What are you doing?" She questioned, glad that she did not stutter or sound nervous.
"Giving your tired legs a massage, princess"
"What can I do to make you stop calling me princess?" Mireille asked with a small groan.
"Become my queen" Dante replied, his eyes on her legs.
Mireille could swear her heart skipped a beat and her body froze.
Dante looked at her face and chuckled.
"What? Princess can't take a joke?" He began to run his hands over her right leg.
"You really do not have to give me a massage, I will be fine...." Mireille tried to pull her legs away from him but Dante held her legs down and looked at her with a hardened look.
"Just relax and enjoy it like a good girl should" he said to her and looked back at her legs, starting the massage.
Mireille decided to just let Dante do his thing. It was just an innocent, harmless massage anyways but a minute into the massage, Mireille realised that perhaps this massage was not as innocent as she had thought it would be.
His strong, harsh hands glided over her skin gently, creating a contrast that made her insides churn with excitement.
He ran his fingers through the gaps between her toes and glided his fingers down her foot. Mireille felt the urge to close her eyes wash over her. This massage was good, too good in fact, it was quickly getting to a point where she would call it pleasure.
"Close your eyes if you want to" Dante said to her and something about his deep voice was so enchanting that Mireille could not resist the urge anymore.
She closed her eyes and relaxed into the bed. Dante looked at her face, his fingers working on her foot and toes.
He looked back at her legs and he felt the sudden desire to run his tongue over her leg. He had never thought of himself as having a foot fetish until right now, staring down at her beautiful legs in his grip.
His massage got a bit firmer and Mireille's body tensed up a little. This had reached the point of pleasure. She could not deny the little pool that had formed in her panties already.
Dante looked back at her face. Unlike a few minutes before, her lips were now parted and her brows were pulled together. She looked like even just a massage like this could make her cum.
"Fuck" he cursed underneath his breath.
His princess was so sensitive. He thought of stopping the massage at this point before the situation would get out of hands but he did not want the look on her face to be gone so quick.
He could not deny it that he was quickly enjoying seeing her face contort in pleasure. Freaking addictive!
"Ohhh" a soft moan left Mireille's lips and it sent heat directly to Dante's cock.
Dante groaned as softly as he could. Mireille wanted to stop him as she felt herself reaching the edge but at the same time, she did not want him to stop.
This felt good!
Mireille's toes curled in pleasure and her hands gripped the sheets.
'it's just a massage!' she tried to tell herself.
How in the world could she orgasm to a massage? How would she face Dante after that? He would tease her about it for years unending!
As her back gently arched, she wondered if Dante noticed that she was about to orgasm but even more desperately, she wondered if she could orgasm quietly without Dante knowing or noticing.
'I can try. I just have to keep my mouth shut and let it happen quietly' Mireille said to herself.
Mireille's grip on the sheets turned tighter as she told herself she could let it just happen quietly. She did not want to open her eyes and look at Dante, fearing that he would see it in her eyes that she was about to cum to his massage. Just then, a phone rang and Mireille jolted. Her legs slipped out of Dante's grip instantly and her eyes opened. Dante looked at the phone that had just rang, it was Mireille's phone. He felt the urge to pick the phone and smash it against the wall. Whoever was calling could have waited about thirty seconds more or a minute more and Mireille would have cum, perhaps she would squirt like she had find the previous night. Mireille pressed her thighs together as she reached for her phone, realizing that it was James calling. "James is the one calling" she said to Dante and he felt a pang of guilt. He had promised James he would not touch Mireille, right? He should not have touched her the previous night and he should not have touched her now till
Mireille stepped out of the cab and looked at the cafe for a few seconds before walking towards it. She would never have thought that she would have to eventually settle for a job like this. She walked into the cafe and and confidently walked over to the counter. "Hello" she smiled at the lady behind the counter. "Hello, what would you like to have?" The lady asked with a nice smile. "No, I am not having anything. I am Mireille Mathieu and I am...""Here for the job? Yes, boss told me about it. He is not around right now but he told me you would be here."Mireille only smiled in response to the lady. "I am Leila and it is very nice to meet you. You can start work immediately though""Immediately?" Mireille was a little bit taken aback. "Yes." Leila replied. "What about the employment contract?" Mireille questioned and Leila flashed her a smile. "I will get it for you. If you are comfortable with it, you can start working immediately but if you are not, you can call the boss an
Dante stepped on the accelerator, his eyes narrowed and sharp. His brows were pulled into a sharp arch and just above them, few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. He had tried calling Mireille back a couple of times but she was not picking up anymore and he could not quantify his fear of losing her. How in the world would he live with the guilt of knowing that he killed her by letting her out alone? And how would he tell James about whatever happened? He glanced at the gun on the other seat of the car. The bullets in that gun was meant for someone else but not anymore. The bullets were now meant for whosoever had put her in danger. Checking the location of her phone, Dante pulled the car to a halt and stepped out of the car with his phone and gun in his hands. He only had to walk a few steps before he heard her voice. "Help me!" It was a scream, filled with pains, pains that Dante himself could feel. He ran towards the direction of the voice and found Mireille underneat
The next dayMireille kept her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of another body from behind her. She could feel his breath caressing her neck and his arms wrapped around her body, holding her in place. Still keeping her eyes closed, memories of the previous night flooded Mireille's brain and she found herself subconsciously relaxing into his body. She still felt scared after the close rape accident and pushing her body closer to his helped her feel safer. She could recall how she had cried, screamed and begged the man to let her go. She had put up a fight that she knew was not going to last long, then Dante had come for her and had shot the man multiple times. She could still hear the gunshots in her head and that was the first time she witnessed a killing. The shots resounded in her head and her hand subconsciously grabbed Dante's arm, holding onto him tightly.It was weird. He was the one who had pulled the trigger and caused the shots that was now scaring her but still yet, he se
Mireille leaned in even closer, wanting to capture Dante's lips with her lips. Each brush of their lips against each other made her shiver and she could not deny the wetness that had formed in her panties. "I should not be doing this" Dante whispered, his lips still brushing hers. Instinctively, Mireille's grip around him got tighter as if not wanting to let him go. Mireille knew this was her body taking over and not her heart. Her heart wanted Dante to leave the room right away but her body wanted him to stay and do things to her. Hesitation and want filled the air. The room was silent safe for their breathing. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach and the feel made her recall her drunk night when he had rubbed his erection on her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips, recollecting that memory but that was when Dante chose to pull away from her completely. "You were talking too much and I had to shut you up" Dante rasped and Mireille just remained silent, not k
Fifteen men in black suits were on their knees as Dante walked into the place. It was a huge abandoned warehouse with barely any signs of luxury that suited a person of Dante's status. A neat chair was however there for him to sit and Dante calmly sat down. More men were standing in the room, each of them with a gun in hand while the ones on their knees had been unarmed. Behind Dante were three other men in black suits. Dante stretched his right hand out and one of the men gave him a gun. Dante grinned at the gun, a menacing grin which was the only type of grin the men in the room had the chance to see on the face of their boss. Without uttering a single word, Dante shot at one of the men and he dropped down dead. The fourteen other men gasped while every other person remained absolutely calm. "There.... He looks better dead and gone and you all are going to be looking just like him if you don't tell me where the bags are" "I swear, boss. We don't know the bags of drugs got mis
Mireille was in the living room, cuddling a pillow and watching a movie. The doctor had come and checked up on her and she had had to use some drugs. Mireille was bored at home but felt scared to even attempt going out. She knew for sure that Dante would not let her go out in the first place after what had happened and she herself did not want to go out. Her experience last night had made her scared of going out suddenly. Mireille yawned sleepily and laid down on the couch instead, still cuddling the pillow. A few minutes passed before her phone beeped with a message. Mireille reached for the phone. The screen was now broken due to it falling to the floor the previous night. The message was from Dante. Mireille pouted a little before opening the message. "I am almost home. Go and get dressed up, we are going out together" the message read. Mireille let out a low hiss and dropped her phone. She was not interested in going out, especially with Dante. Mireille reached for the r
Dante walked into the living room, two bags in each of his hands. Mireille had barely brought anything, insisting that she had everything she needed already. Dante had forced her to pick the few things she eventually bought but he was glad that she was fine and not worried about what had happened the previous night. He read through her best and so he was sure that him being around her took her mind off the incident. "You just stressed me out. Now I am hungry" Mireille grumbled and stopped walking, turning to face him. She crouched down to kick off the heels she wes wearing while Dante just stood in front of her but as she pulled the heel off her right feet, she lost her balance and quickly reached out for Dante to stabilise herself. Her hand grabbed his black belt as she tried to stabilise herself but ended up on her knees anyways. Mireille let out a breath of relief, grateful that she had not fallen down but Dante was in another world already. Mireille on her knees, with her ha