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 the extent of badly wanting her to squirt for him again.
This was not what he and James had agreed on.
"Hey James" Mireille greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible as if she had not just been on the verge of an orgasm only a few seconds ago.
"Don't tell him I am with you" Dante mouthed to Mireille and Mireille wondered why Dante did not want James to know he was with her.
Without any other word to her, Dante got up from the edge of the bed and walked out of the room.
"How are you doing, Mireille?" James asked over the phone.
"Doing good. I am fine" Mireille replied, her thighs still pressed together.
"Is Dante taking good care of you?" James asked and Mireille hesitated before giving a response.
Good care? This massage was good care? Making her cum last night and almost getting her to cum just now was good care?
"Yes, he is." She eventually replied.
"Good. I just wanted to make sure you are doing well. "
"I am doing well..." Mireille trailed off. Her words were becoming too perfect and James could suspect something.
"But Dante is just like you, too protective. I feel like I am going to be as choked as I was with you"
James chuckled.
"How is your health?" Mireille asked and James groaned.
"I am doing fine, Mireille. My health is getting better and I don't want you to worry yourself about me"
"Alright, please stay safe for me"
"Alright. I have to go"
James ended the call and Mireille dropped back on the bed. She slowly pulled the sheets to cover up herself, her gaze on the ceiling.
She shut her eyes for a few seconds before opening the pair and letting a groan escape her lips too.
A part of her assured her that it was okay for her to have being on the verge of an orgasm with a mere massage from her brother's friend but another part of her found it weird and strange after all, she was used to being innocent and pure and this definitely was not being innocent, or was it?
It was not!
She concluded. This was sinful. Dante was not someone who should bring her sexual pleasures. He was just supposed to be a regular annoying guy to her, nothing more.
*
The next day
Mireille woke up early. Her sleep had been disturbed by different thoughts popping in her head but she had gotten out of bed because she had a reason to do so.
She was going to go for the job interview at the cafe. She had made up her mind that midnight that she was going to do any job. If she could not get the fancy ones, she could get the regular jobs.
Mireille looked into the mirror and ran a brush through her hair before adjusting the hairstyle with her hands.
She was putting on a white shirt and blue jeans and although it was simple, it complimented her body perfectly.
"Good morning Princess" the door was pushed open by the only person who could do so in the entire mansion.
"Good morning Dante. Perhaps it is time I ask you if you have ever heard of something called knocking?" She asked him and a small smile appeared on Dante's lips.
"This is my home, Princess."
"Oh, it's your home. I'd better move out of your home since it's not mine" she replied and Dante walked further into the room.
Mireille found her gaze landing on his arms but his sleeves were not rolled back today and all that was exposed were his veiny hands.
"Why do you think I should knock?" Dante questioned.
"Because I could be naked"
Dante tilted his head back and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips as a quick imagination ran through his mind.
"That would not be so bad, would it?" He whispered underneath his breath.
"What did you just say?" Mireille asked, trying not to stare too much at his moistened lips and trying not to recall their taste and how they fit with her own lips.
"You are dressed up, where are you off to?" Dante asked, ignoring her question.
Mireille quickly pulled herself together to tell a smooth lie. She needed no one to tell her that Dante would not let her leave if he found out that she was going to start a job.
"I am going to visit Belinda, my best friend" she replied and Dante's gaze narrowed at her.
"Lying?" He asked, like he saw right through her.
Mireille was almost scared by how he figured that out so easily. Did she suck that much at lying?
"I am not lying" Mireille replied, glad that she did not stutter.
Dante continued staring at her for a few seconds, his intense gaze on her making her shift a little.
"Why are you staring at me so much?" She eventually asked.
"My men would follow you to this Belinda" Dante looked away from her and turned towards the door that led to her closet.
"No, she is my best friend and nothing could happen there. I really need my privacy with her, Dante"
"My men could stand outside whatever room you both are in. They would not dare invade your privacy"
Mireille sighed but chose not to raise her voice at him.
"Dante" she called his name in the softest voice she could make.
"I am going to be fine. I will only be gone for a few hours, I don't need your men hovering around me. Their height make me feel intimidated"
"I could pick out the short ones for you, princess"
"Dante" she grumbled, her eyes pleading with him.
"Please?" She pleaded and Dante looked back at her.
Their eyes locked for a few seconds but Dante could swear that those few seconds were enough to break his resolve.
He groaned, breaking the eye contact.
"Fine"
A breathtaking smile appeared on her face and Dante felt the desire to keep that smile on her face forever.
In her excitement, Mireille jumped onto Dante, hugging him. Dante's body stiffened for the first few seconds as her body came in contact with his own body.
Her hands were wrapped around his neck and her legs were wrapped around his waist.
"Thank you so much!" She squealed excitedly. She had not expected him to agree to it so soon.
Dante held back a groan as Mireille grinded her body into his own body. He could feel her breath caressing his neck and her soft skin pressing against his hard body.
Fuck! The way their body seemed to fit and connect.
He shut his eyes for a second before pulling himself back and placing his hands on her waist. Mireille felt something settle in her stomach as his huge hands touched her waist but the feeling did not last as Dante pulled her off him and took two steps back.
"Sorry, I was just too excited for a second" she mumbled.
"Keep your location turned on and make sure you call me immediately if anything comes up. And make sure you pick my calls whenever I call, understood?" Dante said to her, ignoring her apology.
If she was any other woman, if she was not James sister, if she was not his princess, he would not be taking an apology from her but he would be taking every inch of her body.
Fuck! She was pulling him, luring him with every of her simple actions.
"Sure" Mireille said to him and Dante glanced at his wrist watch.
It was time for him to leave but he could swear that there was something that was holding him back, something that wanted him to stay with her and rip the cute white shirt off her body, something that wanted him to stay back and feel the softness of her tits.
"I am leaving" he said to her, his voice a bit harsh and heavy after his little inner conflict.
He turned and walked out of the room and Mireille let out a heavy breath. Though he was gone, she could still feel his presence somehow.
His smell was on her clothes already and Mireille hated to admit that she liked his smell.
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
Heavy breathing filled Mireille's room. Dante and Mireille did not say a word to each other. Her orgasm had subsided but she was still in his arms, her legs still spread open and her pussy still dripping with her fluids. She had her tits still heaving with every heavy breath. Dante's left arm was just right underneath her boobs and his trousers was wet from her squirt. Dante shut his eyes and groaned. He had to be out of here as soon as possible if he did not want to lose control totally and fuck her. His hard-on was pressing against her soft, luscious ass and that was not in any way helping issues. He withdrew his hand from in between her legs and brought it close to his own lips, his lips parted and he sucked on two of his fingers.She was so fucking tasty and a naughty groan from him filled the room for the next few seconds he was sucking. Dante knew he should not be expecting a word from Mireille. He needed no one to tell him that her face was flushed right now and she was pr