A Beast

The hug lasted for about a minute before Mireille pulled herself together and shoved her emotions away. Bracing herself, she pushed Dante away, disengaging from the hug.

“Stay away from me, Dante! Why don’t you understand that?!” She yelled at him and Dante groaned.

“Have you eaten dinner?” He questioned and Mireille furrowed her brows.

“W-what are you saying? I asked you to leave”

“And I already told you I am not going to leave. Not until I get you and my child back in my life. I have tried too hard to be away from you. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t live without you, Mireille. To survive, I have to be with you and that is what I am going to do. I am going to be with you” he stated firmly and Mireille gulped down hard.

“Then get out of my room, please. You… Your presence is choking me, Dante Romano. I have started a new life already here and you are no longer in that life.”

Dante stepped close to her, closing the distance Mireille had created when she pushed him away from her.

“We belong to each other and that new life you want, we are going to have it together” he took a light hold of her hair and twirled it gently.

“I am tired, Dante. I have been to work all day and all of these tonight is not the way I planned on ending my day. So please… Please just leave and let me rest for the night”

Dante let go of her hair. Even if she had hidden their child away from him and even though he had been mad throughout the journey to Iceland, the moment he set his eyes on her, most of his anger had vanished.

He could not stay mad at this beautiful soul but he was going to win her back to become his woman and he was going to father his own child.

He wasn’t going to let his child get another father while he was still alive.

“Please. I just want to rest” her voice quivered and her face looked tired.

“Fine… Take a rest. We will talk better tomorrow. I will be on the couch if you wish” he replied.

“There is another room next to mine. Just stay there instead” Mireille replied before she figured out that she had just given him permission to stay in her house.

“If that is your wish” his eyes stared deeply into hers as he spoke and Mireille felt her heart race. She looked away sharply.

The next day.

Mireille paced her room, not wanting to step out of the room. She absolutely didn’t want to face Dante or more precisely, the feelings were mixed.

Deep in her, she knew she wanted to see him already but she could not help but be hesitant. She had prepared for work already and was done getting ready but she wasn’t stepping out.

Suddenly the knob of her door turned and the door was pushed open by Dante.

“Good morning, Princess” he greeted, shutting the door behind him as his grey eyes rested its gaze on her.

He was clothed in black sweatpants and a blue tee.

‘Simple but hot’ Mireille thought before she swiftly kicked the thoughts out of her head.

Over the last three months, missing Dante had not been only emotionally. She had missed sex with him. Dante had almost made her addicted to sex already and three months without his touches, without his cock ramming her pussy and filling her up with his cum wasn’t easy to go by.

“If you keep on staring at me like that, I might lose it”

“I wasn’t staring” Mireille looked away from him swiftly.

“You tell those lies too frequently.” Dante walked further into the room.

“Breakfast is ready. You should eat before I drop you off at work”

“Drop me off??”

“Yeah and I will pick you up too.” He replied and Mireille let out a soft sigh.

“The both of us are no longer together so I am not going to eating anything you made.”

“Alright. Let’s put it this way… I am feeding our child. I won’t let you go to work without feeding our child” he replied stubbornly.

“Once I get out of here, I will be asking the police over to get you out of my home.”

“You wouldn’t do that.” Dante replied confidently.

“I will.” Mireille replied.

“Then I will bribe them and have them go their way”

“Do you need me to hire thugs to throw you out of my home?” Mireille asked and Dante let out a small chuckle.

“Seems like you built up your feistiness all night.”

Mireille felt her heart melt at his chuckle and his lit up face though it only lasted for a few seconds.

“But I am sure you know hiring thugs won’t work too” Dante stated and walked back to the door. He pulled it wide open.

“C’mon, you should be eating now”

“I won’t be eating your meal” Mireille replied, grabbed her bag and walked out of the room.

She walked down the stairs that led to the living room, glanced at the dining table and looked away quickly, heading for the door.

“Here we go” Dante suddenly swept her off her feet, lifting her into his arms in bridal style.

“Let me down! Dante! Let me down!” She punched his chest as he carried her over to the dinning table.

He dropped her gently on a chair.

“I said I don’t want to eat what you made!”

“You know you want to.”

“What do you want from me?”

“You and our child. I want the both of you. Be my woman once more and let me father my child”

“Dante, do you need me to remind you that you are a mafia boss? Do I need to remind you of how I almost died? I don’t want the same life for my child”

“Our child won’t have the same life.”

Mireille shut her eyes, trying to kill the emotions that were now reflecting in them.

“Whenever I see you, Dante. I can’t help but recall that you killed your own father.”

“He deserved it, Princess. My father fucking deserved to die.”

“That’s it!” Mireille got back on her feet, slamming her fists on the table.

“You do think like a beast! No one deserves to be killed by their own child!”

Dante wanted to say more. He wanted to pour his heart out to Mireille but seeing that she was getting emotional already, he concluded it wasn’t the best time.

He would have to make her listen to him when she got back from work.

“Alright, Princess. I think like a beast. I agree. Just sit back down and eat.” he grabbed her shoulders and gently lowered her back to the chair.