"Dante?" Mireille called, walking into the room with a tired look on her face. "Dante." she called again but there was still no response so she guessed he wasn't in the room. She noticed that Dante's laptop was open and out of pure curiosity, she looked into the screen and what she saw made her heart race and her cheeks redden. Dante had searched sex styles appropriate for pregnant women in the second trimester. Just then, the door opened and Dante waltzed in. "Why are you looking, Princess?" Dante asked as he hurried over to the laptop and slammed it shut. Mireille threw her head back and laughed. "Really? Appropriate sex styles?" She giggled. "What? You don't think there should be appropriate sex styles?" Dante asked, moving closer to her. Her giggles stopped as her cheeks flushed a brighter pink. Mireille stepped back, away from him until she had her back against the wall. Dante leaned in close. "You are pregnant, Princess and our baby is growing every day. I don't want to
Dante pushed open the door, his lips on Mireille's lips, kissing her hard as they both found their way into the room. The room had been specially decorated for that night. There were rose petals on the bed and roses and candles beautified the room. But clearly the couple had no time to admire the beauty of the room, there were too lost in the beauty of each other. Dante's hands groped Mireille's ass and he groaned as the excess fabric of the wedding dress prevented him from being able to properly fill her ass. Dante swiftly turned Mireille and pulled her back to him, making her ass press into his crotch. He dipped his head down and kissed her neck, licking on her skin before sucking it into his mouth. "Ohh, yeah." Mireille moaned, her right hand moving back to reach for Dante's crotch. "Oh god, Princess." Dante groaned as her hand touched the bulge in his black trousers. "I told you I will be tearing this dress off, didn't I?" He whispered into her ear. "Did... Did you really m
"Fuck! Please! Aargh... Dan... Dante!" The slut underneath him moaned and screamed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she tried to take his hard thrusts. "Just take it like the cheap whore you are" Dante groaned, fucking her pussy like it was a hole and nothing more. The slut had tears in her eyes as both pleasure and pain rippled through her with his big cock slamming into her pussy from behind. "S-slow down, please! You are wrecking my pussy!" She cried out but Dante paid no heed to her words, mercilessly fucking her pussy. Several more minutes passed and Dante groaned finally reaching his orgasm. He grabbed the slut's waist, filling her up with his cock as he came. "Oh god!!" The slut screamed as she experienced an orgasm too. Dante pulled out of her pussy and got out of the bed, removing condom on him and discarding it. "Get up and leave" he said coldly to the exhausted woman in his bed. "Dante Romano" she got onto her feet weakly, fully naked but Dante's gaze
Dante was her brother's best friend in highschool and Mireille had found him absolutely annoying. Yes, he was handsome, hot, sexy and all but he was still annoying. He called her princess all the time and would join hands with James to ensure that no guy came close to her.No, that was not the only annoying thing about this hot man now standing in front of her but the most annoying part was that he caused more than half of the heartbreaks she witnessed in highschool. He was a fuck boy, a playboy and he sure knew how to play his games well. All of that was easy with his looks and money anyways. He could get any girl he wanted in school. He never cared about the emotions of the girls he played with and would mercilessly break their hearts with his cold eyes staring right at them. Mireille tried to remember if there were moments he was warm to other girls but she could not remember because moments like that did not exist. The only time Dante ever smiled was when he was with her, annoyi
Mireille stepped out of the car with Dante holding the door open. She looked at the glorious mansion, her eyes dilating in surprise. Yes, she was used to seeing grand and beautiful mansions but this one was way grander and more beautiful than any other mansion she had ever seen. "You should see the look on your face, princess" Dante snapped his fingers in front of her face, bringing Mireille back. "Have you gotten richer than you were back then?" She asked him and Dante chuckled. "Isn't that obvious? And would it not be weird if I did not get richer? James got richer too, didn't he?" Dante questioned as two men walked up to them. "Welcome home, boss" they greeted and took the luggage from Dante. "Leave" The two men walked away immediately after Dante's words. "Let's go in, princess"Mireille rolled her eyes at his consistent use of the word she did not want to hear. Dante walked into the house and Mireille walked in after him. They got to the main living room and Mireille's
Mireille stepped into the living room after spending the entire evening in the room. Dante was standing at the other side of the living room with a man dressed in suit standing in front of him. The other man seemed to be cowering in respect for Dante. "Has he signed the contract?" Dante questioned. "Yes boss""Good. Let them go now""Yes boss. I will inform the guys to release them""You may leave" Dante dismissed the man and turned to face Mireille. The stern look that had been on his face just a few seconds suddenly vanished and his facials relaxed. "What do you need, princess?" He asked her, his grey eyes staring intently at her. "You do not intend on starving me, right?" Mireille asked and Dante chuckled softly. "I don't usually have dinner early but it should be ready in a couple of minutes. I will have them prepare dinners early from now on""You still prioritise food a lot" he added and Mireille sat down on one of the luxurious sofa. "Stop acting like you know everythi
The next day.Mireille had her hair packed up in a bun as she stared at the stocked closet. She had no idea Dante had stocked her closet until she walked into it this morning. It was filled with designer wears and every single thing was freaking expensive. Mireille wondered how much he had spent on stocking this huge closet up. "Whatever amount he spent on this... I doubt I can earn it in three years if I take the jobs I am being offered."Mireille had browsed through the net the previous night and just like before, every well to do company had rejected her application and the only ones that had accepted her were a few cafes she had applied to in her desperate moments. She sighed, shaking her head and finally picked a black fluffy top and blue boyfriend fit jeans. She returned to the room and decided to call James and know how he was doing. James picked up almost instantly. "I was just going to call you" he said as soon as he picked the call and Mireille chuckled. "I beat you to
"Where are you going to, Miss?" One of the men at the gate asked Mireille. "I am going out""We would have to follow you then"Mireille leaned back, a bit taken aback by the response. "Follow me? I can go out myself""This is the boss's orders and we have to follow it. You cannot go out without at least two guards"Mireille scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I am just going to call him" she reached into her black bag and brought out her phone and that was when it dawned on her that she did not even have his contact on her phone. "Do you have his contact?" She asked the guard. "A mere guard like cannot possess the contact of the boss but you can get it from the head of guards"Mireille could not help but be surprised at how much Dante was being revered like he was a god. "Alright" The head of guards was already walking towards the both of them. "Hello" "Can I please have Dante's contact?""Sure" the man replied and Mireille handed her phone over to him. He inputted Dante's contact