His Tattoo

Mireille leaned in even closer, wanting to capture Dante’s lips with her lips. Each brush of their lips against each other made her shiver and she could not deny the wetness that had formed in her panties.

“I should not be doing this” Dante whispered, his lips still brushing hers.

Instinctively, Mireille’s grip around him got tighter as if not wanting to let him go. Mireille knew this was her body taking over and not her heart. Her heart wanted Dante to leave the room right away but her body wanted him to stay and do things to her.

Hesitation and want filled the air. The room was silent safe for their breathing.

She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach and the feel made her recall her drunk night when he had rubbed his erection on her pussy.

A soft moan escaped her lips, recollecting that memory but that was when Dante chose to pull away from her completely.

“You were talking too much and I had to shut you up” Dante rasped and Mireille just remained silent, not knowing what to say.

She took a few steps backwards and tucked her lips in. Was she supposed to act mad at him for kissing her even when it had been so obvious that she enjoyed the kiss?

Mireille decided not to talk about the kiss but something else and the only other thing she could think about was the fact that Dante had killed someone the previous night.

It had been bothering her mind and she had to talk about it.

“Why did you have a gun?” She asked him, picking her words one after the other.

“Just to protect myself and protect you too”

“You… You killed someone last night” Mireille turned to face him with a serious look on her face.

“Are you scared of me now, princess?” Dante asked, wanting to know how much she was probably thinking of him as a killer now.

“N-no” Mireille replied and Dante chuckled, almost sadistically

“You are stuttering. You are scared of me now, you think of me as monster or a…”

“No! That’s not it” Mireille cut him off, her voice a bit louder than she had intended it to be.

“Then what is it?”

“You…” She bit down on her lower lip before continuing.

“You did it because of me. I do not see or think of you as a monster because of… Because of that, Dante. You did it for me but…”

“But what?” Dante asked, his tone a bit impatient.

“But you might be in trouble if the authorities find out about it”

Dante took a step closer to her and held her by the shoulders.

“Did he deserve to die or not?” He asked while Mireille tried to look at anything else apart from him.

“He… He deserved it but still….”

“If you are worried about me being charged with murder, then you do not have to be worried at all” he gave her shoulders a small rub.

“Listen, I do not like you at all but I also do not want you to get in trouble because of me, Dante”

Dante gave her a small smile and then chuckled.

“I am not getting into any trouble. The world is not as pure as it is in your head, princess” he grinned at her and Mireille frowned, knowing that he had intentionally called her princess.

Dante stared at Mireille for long seconds, the smile still on his face. She was so innocent, too innocent to fit into the world he lived in and he wanted her to be like that forever. He wanted her to be pure and innocent at heart like he once was.

His gaze fell from her face and he took notice of every feature of her body.

Pure at heart but her body was made for sins; sins he would be most pleased to commit but still yet, could not commit.

Dante looked away from her body. He had been in the middle of something important when Mireille called him the previous night and now he had to get back to it.

“I have to leave now, princess. Stay at home and call me if you need anything” he said to her and Mireille gave no response.

He turned to leave and had just reached the door when Mireille spoke up.

“Don’t tell James about what happened”

Dante stopped, his grip on the door knob.

“I don’t want him to get worried. He is sick and trying to be strong, I don’t want him worrying about me” Mireille added.

“Alright. I will fulfill this tiny request of yours, Princess. Have fun” Dante looked at her with a smile and walked out of the room, the smile that had been on his face vanishing as soon as he was out of the room.

His face turned stoic and he headed for his room. His phone was on his bed where he had dropped it the previous night before going to Mireille’s room to put her to sleep.

He picked the phone up and found that he had a few calls.

He groaned before redialing a contact. He would have sorted out this issue if he had not had to go rescue Mireille.

“Hello boss” the voice from the other side of the phone greeted immediately.

“Found it yet?” Dante questioned, his voice thick.

“I am afraid not, boss. No one is confessing to it and per your words, I am not gunning anyone down yet”

“It’s going to be really bloody if I have to waste my time coming over there again. Warn them I am on my way, if those bags don’t get out before I am there, they are all going down, together.”

“Yes boss, I will let them know”

Dante ended the call and dropped the phone to the bed, his jaws clenched. He hated it when he had to remind his men that he could not be stolen from but right now, it was time to remind them of that fact once more.

He ran his hands over his abs, his fingers trailing the crown tattoo, the very first tattoo he had gotten.