Went Too Far

“Would you like to see my mother’s grave? We could go visit her.” Dante suggested as they both laid in her bed, her head on his bare chest and her arms around him.

She was clothed in a shirt of his and nothing more.

“I would be more than happy to visit her.”

“Let’s visit her next week, then?”

“Next week… I think that would be great but I do have a question, Dante. Did you tell anyone else about all you went through? It’s so horrible and I can’t imagine that you have kept all of these to yourself for years.”

“Keeping it was hard but sharing it would have been harder, Princess but I did share everything with James back then. He was the closest to me and so he did know everything.”

Mireille got off his chest to look at his face properly.

“James knew about all that your dad did to you?” She asked.

“I told him about it as it happened to me so yes, he knows about everything.”

Mireille’s face pulled into a frown.

“I… I don’t get. He told me that you killed your innocent father just to gain more power.”

Dante wasn’t too surprised by what he heard. It was no surprise that James tried everything to make him look like the worst person on earth just to get Mireille away from him.

“James was… He was trying to pull me away from you.”

“Forget about that.” Dante replied and pulled Mireille gently back into his body.

He wanted to have her body against his till morning.

“I also have a question for you. Did you really lie to me that our child was dead because you wanted to leave me?”

“I didn’t lie to you.” Mireille looked up at his face.

“I really thought I had lost the baby. That’s what you told me, what James told me too. I only found out that I was still pregnant about three weeks after I left and James convinced me not to tell you about it.”

Dante’s brows arched in suspicion and he slowly sat up, pulling Mireille to sit up too.

“And why do you think that happened?” Dante asked.

“James said maybe the test was a mistake.” Mireille replied and Dante’s face pulled into a hard look.

Unable to accept that his child was gone, he had requested for the test to be carried out twice and the doctor had claimed that the child was really gone.

A mistake could not have occured twice. Dante knew immediately that this was James’ doing. James had colluded with the doctor to lie to he and Mireille, all in a bid to separate them.

“Went too far.” Dante groaned.

“Dante?” Mireille called his name and Dante let out a heavy breath.

“It’s okay.” he said and gave her a small smile.

“Maybe it really was a mistake.” he cupped her face.

He did not plan on revealing to Mireille that James had most probably lied to the both of them. He would be ruining the relationship between James and his sister.

“You seemed to be thinking about something just now.”

“It was nothing. Just thinking about how a mistake caused us so much pains.” he moved his hand down to her baby bump and rubbed on it gently.

“We will be together from now on. I will never ever leave you, I swear.” Mireille swore.

“And your relationship with James?” Dante asked.

“He would have to accept and respect my choice. My choice is you.” she smiled and Dante chuckled.

They both laid back in bed, Dante tangling his fingers with her hair.

“When you missed me so much, you could just have called me to send you my pictures and my nudes instead of spending hours drawing them. I would have gratefully sent them to you.” Dante said.

“Can you stop talking about that?” Mireille asked, flustered.

“Talking about what? About that beautiful drawing of my cock? You totally nailed it, Princess. You must have been so mesmerised with my cock that you remembered it so clearly to be able to draw it that well. I am sure I wouldn’t be able to draw it that well and…”

“Dante!” Mireille grumbled his name and Dante laughed softly at her flustered expression.

“It’s no surprise that you drew it so well though. I think I would draw your pussy well too and those tits, I think I will nail them cause I have those images stuck in my head.” he continued.

“Aaargh! Dante Romano!” Mireille got up on him, sitting on him and hitting his bare chest lightly while Dante laughed, his hands going to her waist to steady her.

“God! Dante.” Mireille suddenly stopped and Dante’s brows furrowed.

“Are you fine? Do you feel any pains somewhere?”

“Not at all. I… I just didn’t realize how much I missed your laughter.” she leaned in and hugged him.

Dante smiled and hugged her back.

“I missed every bit of you too. And you don’t know how glad I am that you no longer see me as a monster or a beast.”

Mireille snuggled even closer to him, holding him even tightly.

“When do you think we should have our wedding?” Dante asked and Mireille pulled away from the hug.

“You are already thinking about that?” She looked surprised.

“Why? Am I not supposed to? We love each other, we support each other and we definitely want to be together forever, right?” Dante asked.

“It’s just that we made up last night and you are already thinking about it… You… I love you so much.” she leaned back in and kissed his lips.

“If you keep kissing me, we would no longer be talking in a few minutes.”

A teasing smile appeared on Mireille’s face.

“Then what would we be doing instead? Sleeping?” She asked.

“Nah, absolutely not. You will still be making use of your mouth.” he reached for her lips and caressed it gently.

“But you will be moaning, instead of talking. Or better still, you might be gagging. Which one do you think you’d like to do?” Dante asked, his thumb on her lips slowly pushing past her lips into her mouth.

Mireille’s tongue licked at his thumb, locking eyes with Dante.

“My mouth has been lazy for so long. I want you to overuse it already, Master.” she whispered the last word.

“It’s almost 6am in the morning. I think you should call your office right now and let them know you won’t be present today.”

“Damn! I almost completely forgot I had a job.” Mireille grumbled and Dante could see her face falling.

He turned her over swiftly, getting her on the bed and hovering above her.

“Stay home today and I will pay you thirty times your salary. No… Fifty times, how about that? Or fuck it, it’s all your money anyways. You can have it all.” his right hand moved down her cheeks, moving down to her tits.

“Dante?” Mireille’s voice was soft.

“Wrong.” Dante groaned as his hand reached for her right tit and fondled it.

“Fuck, Master.”

“That’s right.”