The Bad Boy's Princess
Red Inkling · Ongoing · 251.8k Words
Introduction
Mireille had been a good girl all her life, sheltered by her protective brother until he goes on a three-month travel.
Mireille has to stay with his best friend whom she last saw in high school. Mireille thinks she would finally be free from her brother's protectiveness but she turns out to be wrong as her brother's best friend is a worse version of her brother... Protective and possessive.
Mireille wants to hate him but it seems to be impossible to hate a man as hot as Dante Romano.
Hot, sexy and a billionaire mafia boss, Dante wants to make Mireille nothing more than his best friend's sister but it seems impossible with the heat that runs through their bodies with their every contact.
She is his innocent princess and she is supposed to remain so but when lust pulls her close, she becomes his woman, his possession, the Bad Boy's Princess.
But there are many more secrets lurking around, secrets insistent on pulling Mireille out of her innocent lifestyle.
WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENTS AHEAD.
Chapter 1
"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 remained on her face as if her body was in no way beautiful enough for his gaze.
"That was the best fuck I have ever had. Can... Can I come back again sometime later? I don't mind not getting paid" She asked and Dante held back a groan.
"Use the door. You will get your money before you are out of the gates"
"But..."
His deadly gaze shut her up and she took a step back.
"Leave" he uttered the one word order in a deadly tone that made the slut shiver with fear. Dante looked away from her as she picked her clothings, pulled them on hastily and hurried out of the room.
Dante shut his eyes for a second, massaging the space between his brows.
Fucking women was his best way to relieve stress but these sluts barely excited him anymore these days.
Thinking about women made him recollect that he had someone to pick up today.
"I wonder how much my little Princess has grown"
Mireille sighed softly, dropping the phone on her bed rather carelessly. She had just received a call from her brother informing her that he was sick and would be away for three months to recuperate properly but that wasn't the huge news, the huge news was that she had to stay with his best friend named Dante.
"Dante..." She mumbled the name, trying to recall why it sounded so familiar.
She had lived most of her life being sheltered by her big brother and he seemed to forget the fact that she was not a baby or a teen, she was 24 already and could easily make her own decisions but he would never stop hovering around her and ensuring that he took care of her.
Sometimes, it felt good to know how much her brother cared about her and sometimes, she just felt choked up by his protectiveness.
He had not even allowed her to date until she was 20, claiming that all men are out there to break girls hearts.
Mireille shook her head, her dark, wavy hair flipping a little bit as she did so. Finding a job should have been easy for her but James did not want her to go through the stress of going to work too.
Mireille did not consider having a job stressful but James insisted that having a job would affect her way too much. Mireille needed no one to tell her that James was the reason she could not get a job after a year of job hunting.
She was sure that he had reached out to every single company he knew she would apply to and made sure none of them gave her a job.
Yes, James protectiveness choked her up and even though Mireille sometimes thought of doing something rebellious against James, something that would make him mad and make him eventually make him realise that she was an adult already, she still could not actually go through with any of her rebellions.
She was too much of a 'good girl'.
Brushing away the thoughts of her brother, Mireille decided to start packing in anticipation for her brother's friend, Dante.
She headed into her closet that was stacked up with all sorts of clothes and accessories for her use. A huge mirror was in the middle of the closet and Mireille looked into the mirror.
She could see the beautiful, pale skinned, 5'5 woman staring back at her. Her hazel green eyes stared back at her.
She looked away from the mirror and started packing a few clothings she would be needing.
It did not take her long to get done with packing up.
Mireille decided to take another shower and headed into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water run down her skin lazily.
"Dante" the name had stuck to her mind as she still tried to remember who he was while under the shower.
Minutes passed but she was unable to recollect who he was. Mireille gave up on trying, assuring herself she would remember who he was after seeing him.
She walked out of the bathroom, a towel tied to her chest. She was just about to change into the blue dress on her bed when she heard the gates opening.
"Dante is here" she mumbled and quickly dressed up.
She ran her fingers through her wet hair and hurriedly picked up the dryer to dry it up. She was a minute into it when a knock came on her door.
"Yes? Come in" she replied and the door opened.
A maid walked in.
"You have a guest, ma'am"
"Tell him I would be with him very soon"
"Alright, Miss"
The maid left the room and Mireille resumed drying her hair. She absolutely hated keeping others waiting so she dropped the hair dryer and brushed her hair.
Mireille picked her luggage and hurried out of the room. She composed herself as she got to the stairs that led down into the living room.
Walking down the stairs elegantly, she was curious to see who Dante was.
She arrived in the living room and found a man with his back turned to her.
He was staring at an old picture of her and her brother. Mireille found herself staring at his back view for much longer than she expected.
He was wearing a tailored shirt and trousers and even though he was clothed, Mireille needed no one to tell her what hot body hid under that black shirt.
She gulped down and was about to speak but he beat her to it.
"You looked very cute, princess" his deep voice rang through her ears and instantly, Mireille's eyes widened.
"Dante?" The name finally registered.
"Yes, princess?" He turned to her and Mireille could swear that something strange happened to her body, something that usually never happened.
Yet, there was no way she would not recognise this face and the smirk on his lips and there was no way she would not recognise that sexily annoying voice of his that called her 'princess' all the time.
Dante Romano 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.
So yes, how could she not recognise this hot walking red flag of a man?
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