Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Mireille.”

She heard a soft voice calling her name. It was Belinda’s voice and so Mireille slowly pulled the sheets off her head to look at Belinda.

“Mireille.” Belinda sounded even more relieved to see her face and immediately dropped the basket of fruits she had brought for Mireille.

She quickly hugged her friend tightly and Mireille hugged her tightly back too. She had missed Belinda and she felt so much at peace with Belinda.

Everyone seemed to have hidden things away from her but she was sure Belinda could never have done such.

Thinking about it a bit more, Mireille realized that Ditto must be working for Dante and if Belinda was dating him, she had to know that Ditto was in the mafia too.

She pulled away from the hug quickly and grabbed Belinda by the shoulders.

“Bel.” she called.

“Yes, Mireille?”

“This might sound shocking to go up but I want you to take it as calmly as you can.”

“What is that?” Belinda asked.

“Ditto.” Mireille whispered his name.

“Yes?”

“He is in a mafia group with Dante.” She revealed to Belinda, unknown to her that Belinda had known about it already a pretty long time ago.

“I am not telling you to break up with him but you should know this and….” Mireille stopped, noticing the expression on Belinda’s face.

She did not looked in any way shocked or surprised by the news. Instead, her face just fell and she looked away from Mireille.

Her expression made Mireille heart skip beats.

“Did… Did you also know about it before?” She asked and Belinda raised her head up, her eyes staring apologetically at Mireille.

“I am sorry, Mireille. I just didn’t want to ruin things between you and Dante.” she apologized and Mireille shook her head.

Everyone around her knew already. She was the only stupid, dumb one who had no idea about what was going on with Dante.

“You too, Bel.”

“I am sorry. I saw that you loved Dante a lot and I did not want you to have to break up with him because of me. I swear, I wanted to tell you several times but I was worried for you, Mireille and….”

“Alright. That’s fine.” Mireille cut her off.

“You should leave already. Thanks for the fruits.” Mireille thanked her and got back underneath the sheets.

“Mireille, I am sorry.” Belinda apologized.

“You heard me, Belinda. Leave already and tell your friends who you keep secrets for. Tell Dante and James that I don’t want to see them too. For the next two days at least, I do not want to see any of you. If not, I swear I will jump off my window and kill myself.” She threatened and Belinda lowered her head.

“I am sorry.”

“Just go! You all should just go!” She yelled and Belinda got up on her feet.

It was all too much for Mireille, definitely. It would be way better if they just let her rest and think things out herself. None of them was worthy of talking to her and they all had to do a lot to make her forgive them.

“I am sorry.” Belinda mumbled one last time before leaving.

*

Dante was in a basement, entirely different from the ones he had visited before.

Four men were tied down and they looked at him, helplessly. They had been tortured badly over the days and they were in the worst conditions. He had chosen not to come for this before but James words had made him even more filled with anger.

James knew him very well and he knew that talking about his mother that way would push him into this mood he was in currently.

‘My love is misfortune for the other person. Anyone who loves me back is bound to be stricken with misfortune’ with those words replaying in his head, Dante picked a knife from the table and walked over to where one of the four men had been tied.

He cut loose the ropes tying the man down and pushed him to the floor, a deadly glint in his eyes.

It was all their fault. If these guys had not come for he and Mireille that night, his life would still be going on very perfectly.

“No.” Dante suddenly pulled away from the man he had just untied.

“Get me their leader. He’d be the one today..” he demanded and Ditto immediately walked over to where the other three men were tied and untied the leader.

Dante had not killed him yet because he didn’t deserve a peaceful death, of course. Ditto dragged the man and dumped him in front of Dante.

“You wanted to rape her, right?” Dante let out a deadly grin that made Ditto gulp down hard.

He recognised that grin pretty well but he didn’t love seeing it because Dante was about to do something really out of it.

“Get me a kettle with boiled water.” Dante ordered and one of the men in the room walked out to get it done.

Dante got up from beside the weak man and motioned two men to hold him down to the floor. That was immediately done and soon enough, the man who had walked out returned with a kettle of boiled water.

“Pull his trousers down” Dante ordered and the man did as he was told.

“P-please, Dante.”

“Gasta.” Dante called the man by the name his own father had usually called him.

“I was wrong to come after you” the man begged and Dante glanced at his both hands which were now missing two fingers each.

“Yes, you were wrong.” Dante tilted the kettle and let the hot water down onto Gasta’s cock.

“Please!!! Aaaaaaargh!!” Gasta screamed in pains and began struggling but it was futile.

His screams filled the place as more of the hot water poured on his cock.

Dante dropped the kettle to the floor as soon as the hot water was out. Without a word, he walked over to the right side of the wall that had a shelf.

He pulled open the shelf and picked out a butcher’s knife.

“Please! Please, Dante!” Gasta screamed with more tears, struggling even more and Dante stopped in his tracks.

“You are screaming way too much.” He reached for the shelf again and picked a scissors.

“Hold his mouth open.” he ordered and Ditto got to it, pulling Gasta’s mouth wide open.

Dante lowered himself with the sadistic grin not leaving his face as he reached the scissors into Gasta’s mouth.

Gasta struggled even more urgently, seeking to close his mouth and save himself from what was to come but there was no saving as Dante cut off his tongue.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Let go of his mouth.” Dante ordered and Ditto let go as Gasta continued to cry in pains.

Dante picked up the butcher’s knife and trailed it down Gasta’s body, all the way to his cock.

“Disgusting.” he spat and looked away before chopping his cock off.

Dante knew he was a monster, worst than a monster maybe but Gasta had deserved every bit of this. No… Gasta deserved even worse.

A shrill noise left Gasta’s throat as life left him. Dante dropped the butcher’s knife.

Gasta was gone but the pains were still there, the ache in his heart still remained.

Dante got up on his feet and walked up the stairs, out of the basement to the apartment above it.

He plopped down to a chair, breathing heavily.

‘Your love is misfortune for the other person’ the words repeated in his head over and over again.

Perhaps it would really be right of him to let Mireille go. It would be selfish to keep her with him, knowing she could get hurt. But Dante doubted if he could survive without her.

Groaning, Dante decided to let fate play things out.