Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Mireille grumbled, sexually frustrated as she sat on the chair behind her desk.

“Dante, that jerk” she mumbled, the frustration evident in her eyes.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted him to do so but old habits die hard and he still prioritised teasing her over any other thing.

Mireille tried to get back to sorting the files but she could not.

“Damnit… I have to get myself off” she whispered to herself and pushed her skirt up, she reached her hand up to her pussy and giggled softly, realizing that Dante had kept her squirt soaked panties with himself.

But as soon as her fingers were about to go into her pussy, Dante’s voice filled the room, startling Mireille for a moment.

“Don’t” Mireille looked around and found a small speaker glued to her desk.

There was a camera in her office and Dante was watching every of her movement.

“You know you are not allowed to touch that pussy without permission, Princess. It belongs to me” his voice filled the room again and Mireille grumbled.

Dante chuckled at her frustration.

“You are here to work, Miss. Mathieu. Please get to work” he said in a professional tone and Mireille gave up on satisfying herself.

She pulled the laptop close and typed in the password. It was correct and made her smile for no reason.

Then her phone beeped with a message. Mireille picked the phone casually and glanced at the screen. It was a message from an unknown contact. She was going to ignore it but there was something about it that pushed her to view the message.

‘Hello, Mireille. How have you been doing? Have you been keeping up with the activities of the cult? Dad loves you!’

Mireille froze with fear, her phone dropping from her grip.

“D-dad?”

*

“Wow, your house looks really good” Belinda commented as her eyes scanned Jonas’s home.

Jonas smiled, tucking his hands in his pocket.

“Thank you” he replied her and Belinda turned towards him

“So how many women have you brought into your house? Or have you even lost count?” Belinda asked, twirling her hair in between her fingers.

“None. You are the first woman I will be bringing to my home” Jonas replied and he was being honest.

He preferred having sex with women at hotels and ending things right there. He brought no woman close to him but Belinda….

Maybe he was doing that because Belinda was his key to finding out more about Mireille.

“I bet you’ve told that lie to like thirty women already” Belinda said and Jonas chuckled.

“You wish” he moved closer to her and tapped her forehead.

Belinda pouted her lips with a small frown on her face that Jonas found cute. He had learnt not to find women cute or beautiful. He could only find them sexy, ready for sex and for nothing more but Belinda was very cute, too cute for her cuteness to be ignored.

Jonas lowered his head and kissed her lips softly, easing the frown on her face. He pulled away with a tiny smile on his face.

“There. Fixed up that face. Please have your seat”

Belinda, hiding her smile settled into a comfortable sofa.

“What would you like to have?” Jonas asked.

“Not alcohol. I don’t want to lose control today” Belinda replied him and Jonas chuckled.

“I do not think you need alcohol for you to lose control beside me.”

“Don’t think too high of yourself, Jonas” Belinda rolled her eyes.

“Really?” Jonas moved closer to her.

“And why is that?” Jonas asked.

“You could not even make me cum the day we had sex and you think you can make me lose control?” She asked and Jonas chuckled, the chuckle almost fake.

He had never cared about a woman having her orgasm. His only goal with sex was his own orgasm and he always tried to finish quickly because he was way too busy than to waste too much time on pleasuring a woman.

“You really think I cannot make you cum?” Jonas asked.

“You think you can make me cum?” Belinda replied with a question.

“I know I can make you cum” Jonas replied, his voice dripping with confidence.

The both of them stared at each other, sexual tension increasing in the air until Belinda broke it off with a chuckle.

“I am only here to see your home, not to engage in sexual activities with you” she replied.

“Alright” Jonas rolled his sleeves up, exposing his ripped arms.

“I will get you juice then? Your choice?”

“Orange juice”

Jonas walked away and emerged about a minute later with a glass of chilled orange juice.

“There you go. Do you share likes with your friends, like Mireille? Do you both like orange juice?” Jonas asked and Belinda frowned.

“Why do I feel like you are more interested in Mireille than in me?” She asked, her gaze turning hard and Jonas found himself wanting to sooth her hard gaze by smothering her face with kisses.

“Of course not” He responded.

“Even at the date, you seemed to want to ask more questions about Mireille. If you want Mireille and not me, please let me know so I can pick my bag and leave”

“That is absolutely not it, Bel” his deep voice soothed Belinda’s heart but she refused to soften her gaze.

“I was just curious….”

“Curious about my friend and not me” she cut him off.

“Alright, I won’t ask about your friend anymore. I am sorry if that annoyed you. I won’t do it anymore” he apologized.

“It would better not happen again.” The frown on her face remained.

Belinda knew she kind of liked Jonas more than the other men she had been with and so she did not fancy him having interest in Mireille.

And Mireille was having a sweet affair with Dante already. She did not need another man getting in between that sweet affair.

“I said I am sorry, Bel” Jonas said, spotting the frown still existing on her face.

He sat beside her and took the glass of juice in her hand.

“I am sorry. C’mon, a smile for me” he requested, nudging her slightly.

“Don’t try to be sweet now” Belinda warned him.

“I am naturally sweet, I can do nothing about that. A smile for this sweet man sitting next to you?”

Belinda gave in and smiled a little, the smile turned into a giggle that Jonas found adorable.

“You are adorable, Bel”