Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“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.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“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 while Jonas stood in silence.

“I watched him grow, watched him slowly get strong and then I watched him turn into a beast who killed his own father and watched him turn into the beast who is now threatening to get rid of me too! And I can only cower?!” Mark yelled out his frustration.

“His father was never as strong as this. I thought Dante… I thought Dante Romano would never be able to grow strong in this business but I was so fucking wrong. I want to get rid of that bastard but it is almost impossible”

“Our men would not be able to defeat his men” Jonas noted and that fact only made Mark even more annoyed.

Dante had grown so much to become the biggest mafia boss in the city. Dante had kicked him off the position of the city’s mafia boss and Mark fucking hated that.

“And yet I can’t find a single weakness of him” Mark shook his head.

A woman was the weakness of most men but the same did not apply to Dante. He barely cared about the hoes he fucked and killing those hoes did not make Dante blink even an eyelid.

“What about James?” Mark asked Jonas.

“He is out of the country”

“A vacation?” Mark asked.

“I do not think he is on a vacation but I cannot figure out where he is exactly since Dante has him covered up”

Mark breathed heavily and tried hard to calm himself down for the next few moments. After catching his breath, he looked at Jonas with a question.

“I know Dante has no family anymore. What about James? Does he have a family?”

“I have never conducted a check on him but I will do so immediately”

“Do it, if I cannot get rid of Dante, I would better get rid of the one quickly growing strong before he turns into a formidable beast like Dante too” he clenched his jaw.

“Yes, boss” Jonas replied and walked out of the room, leaving the furious and seething Mark alone in the room.

*

Silence resided in the dining room for long seconds as Mireille and Dante stared at each other after his honest words.

Dante broke the silence with a chuckle.

“I was just being honest” He leaned into the chair he was seated on.

“So you… You mean a woman would be coming over today and you will be making love with her?” Mireille asked and Dante chuckled at her choice of words.

Making love? Love was definitely not in his vocabulary.

“No, princess. I will be fucking her”

“That’s… That’s like the same thing” Mireille mumbled.

“It is not” Dante’s gaze hardened as Mireille lowered her gaze back to her meal, wishing she had never asked the question she had.

Dante watched as she took a spoonful of curry pasta into her mouth. The look on his face was hard as he realised that he had forgotten that a woman would be coming over for his pleasure today.

He had only recalled that fact after Mireille had asked him that question. He glanced at his wristwatch. The time was 9:03 am.

The woman arranged for him would be here in no time from now but Dante found himself not looking forward to it in any way.

He groaned and dropped his cutleries as he realized that Mireille was the reason he had not been looking forward to having another woman warm his bed.

He pushed his chair back and got up on his feet, turning to leave the dinning room but Mireille’s voice stopped him.

“Dante, I hope your room is sound proof. I don’t want my ears getting haunted with the screams of one of your hoes”

Dante could not help himself. He walked over to Mireille and dropped an arm right in front of her.

Mireille felt his cologne threatening to rid her off the sudden anger his earlier words had brewed inside of her.

“How do you know my women can’t help but scream?” Dante asked her.

Mireille wanted to tell him that was because she herself had screamed last night but she chose not to say anything at all.

“I asked you a question, princess” Dante reached his other hand to her face to lift her head up to face him.

Mireille curled her feets as her eyes stared deeply into the pair of mesmerising brown eyes.

“I don’t know” Mireille was glad she did not stutter while saying those three words to him.

She pushed her chair back and got up on her feet.

“And why are you standing so close to me? I thought we just agreed not to do anything we would not be able to do in front of James?”

“I am sure James would not bat an eyelid if I was standing this close, princess”

“You should probably just go up to your room and wait for your hoe to get here and take care of your desires” Mireille said to him, consumed by something she could not figure out.

Was it possessiveness? Or was it jealousy?

None. None was good for her to feel because of this man in front of her.

“Hello?” A feminine voice called out and Dante could swear that he saw Mireille’s face go madly sour.

He felt the strange urge to tell his just arrived hoe to leave but he held back against doing so. Perhaps after spilling his cum into a hoes cunt, he would get Mireille out of his head and finally be able to think straight.

He patted Mireille’s shoulder.

“Gotta go”

He walked away from the dinning room, his jaw tightening as he did. He got to the living room and saw a beautiful lady standing right in the middle of the room.

She smiled at him but her smile was received with the cold look on Dante’s face.

“Follow me”

The lady gulped down and eagerly followed after Dante, following him all the way to his room.

Dante shut the door behind him.

“Do you want me to strip for you?” The lady asked seductively, slowly pushing the thin straps of the gown she was wearing down.

Dante said nothing and walked over to his drawers instead. He pulled the drawers open and grabbed a condom.

He walked over to the edge of his bed and leaned back a little bit.

Without a word, the slut walked over to him and went on her knees, knowing just what Dante wanted.

She reached for his belt but as soon as she touched his belt, the image of Mireille touching his belt the previous night popped up in his head.

“Fuck” Dante cursed and the hoe giggled.

“I haven’t even started yet” she unbuckled his belt.

“Fucking get to it already and don’t say any other word. I don’t have the patience!” Dante growled at her and she flinched a little.

Dante could barely understand himself. He loved using his women to his own pleasure but not today, even though she was pulling down his trousers to let his cock out, he was barely hard.

This was not like it was with Mireille. She barely had to do anything before he would get unbelievably hard.

“Oh get out of my head princess!” Dante growled and suddenly got back up on his feet, picking up the slut and throwing her onto his bed.

She gasped and then giggled as Dante tried to let his frustration over thinking of Mireille take over him completely and push him to fuck this hoe.

He got on top of the hoe and she raised her head towards him for a kiss. That irked Dante. It was a rule that was told to every hoe sent to him. He could do anything to them but they were not allowed to come for a kiss.

But this was not the first time one of his hoes would be coming up for a kiss and on usual days, he would just warn the lady and go on with what he had to do but not today.

He pulled her off the bed and sat up on the bed, running his hands through his hair.

“Did… Did I do anything to offend you? Please forgive me” she begged.

Dante decided to let go after her apology.

“Thank you so much” she thanked him, his gaze telling her that she had been forgiven.

She moved over to Dante and began to unbutton his shirt. Dante let her do so and she succeeded in getting the shirt off his body.

She ran her fingers over his abs seductively.

“This crown is so beautiful” she cooed and Dante snapped.

Why the fuck was the hoe talking about something that reminded him of her yet again?

Dante pushed her off him again, this time, completely giving up on having her.

“Get out” his voice dripped with deadly authority that scared the lady.

“Now!” Dante thundered and watched the scared lady run off to the door and sprint out of the room.

Dante leaned back, falling into the soft material of the bed with his eyes closed.

“Porco cane, Princess!”