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
The next dayMireille woke up the next day and almost instantly, her heart skipped a beat reminding her of what had happened between she and Dante the previous night. Slowly, Mireille pulled herself up and sat up on the bed before running her hands through her messy hair. She palmed her face for the next few seconds, wanting to just bury her face somewhere and not step out all day. It was a Sunday and she kind of knew that Dante would be staying home all day on a Sunday. Mireille did not know how she was supposed to face him. The both of them had barely said anything to each other while he touched her the previous night and even after her orgasm. "What the hell is wrong with you, Mireille? You have never been like this. You never even let Charles touch you for the three years you were together and you let Dante, a man you have not seen in seven years, a man you do not love touch you like that" she scolded herself. Mireille scolded herself even more before getting off her bed to ta
"What happened to them?" Mark asked his right hand man, Jonas. "They were caught by Dante and they have been killed. Good thing that Dante did not suspect that someone else was behind his men stealing his bags of drugs"Mark gritted his teeth, a swear escaping his tightened teeth. "That bastard!" "He killed every single one of them?" Mark asked, getting off his feet and walking to the table. He picked up a glass of wine. "Every single one of them as I have heard, boss."Mark groaned and threw the glass of wine against the wall of the room, shattering the glass into pieces. "Who does he think he is?! He met me in the fucking business! I remember how scared and weak that little fuckling was when his father introduced him to this and now he thinks he can kick me out of this city?!" "I watched him struggle not to get into the business but stupid me! I supported his father to make his life hell and coerce him to join the business. I regret that the most now!" Mark growled in regret
Mireille remained in the living room, assuring herself over and over again that she did not care about whatever was going on in Dante's room at the moment. She tried not to think about it while watching a movie, almost absent mindedly. She could not wait for Belinda to get here so she could take her mind off it. Mireille hated the fact that she was even thinking of Dante at the moment. Why in the world was she hating it badly, knowing that the hoe was probably feeling the same thing she had felt the previous night?She sighed softly and readjusted her position on the sofa. Mireille picked up the TV remote to change the chanel and perhaps watch something else that would capture her attention more. Just then, Mireille heard footsteps behind her, definitely from heels. She turned her head to see the lady walking hurriedly. Mireille's brows arched as she wondered what had happened. Was it all over? So soon?The lady looked at Mireille hatefully, thinking Mireille was another slut hire