You Are Mine, Princess

“Do these men really have to be here with us?” Belinda asked, glancing back at the two guards standing a bit away from them in the restaurant.

“Yes, I can’t go out without guards and arguing would not get me anywhere too. It could even get Dante informed about me going out and I think it might ruin everything” Mireille replied.

“You are right” Belinda replied.

“You look perfect now” Belinda added.

“You should take a picture”

Mireille grabbed her phone from the table and looked at Belinda for reassurance. Belinda gave her the reassurance she sought and Mireille took a selfie, flashing a fake smile at the camera.

“Take a couple more” Belinda urged her and Mireille took two more pictures.

“Great. You should post it now”

Mireille nodded and followed the words of Belinda. She posted the pictures with the caption ‘Out on a blind date’.

*

Dante was having his left arm treated when his phone beeped with a notification. He was going to ignore it but something pushed him to check what it was.

Reaching out his right arm, he picked up the phone and found that it was Mireille who had posted something.

He clicked on the notification to see what she had posted and his eyes widened as he saw the post.

“A blind date?” He pulled his left arm away from the doctor treating it and got up on his feet.

“Get me a new shirt right away” he said to Ditto who was also in the room.

Dante dialed Mireille’s contact but she was not picking up, as if to piss him off the more.

“Damn!”

He decided to text her instead.

‘You’d better leave whatever guy you are with right now, Princess’

She viewed the message almost immediately but there was no response.

“Here you go, boss”

Dante took the shirt from Ditto and slipped it on. He grabbed a car key and walked out of the room.

He checked Mireille’s location as he got into his car, breathing heavily.

“There is no way I am letting another man into my ‘home’ and I am going to fucking kill those men who followed her to see another man” he growled and ignited the car.

He drove off, heading to the location where Mireille was.

*

“He just called me again” Mireille said to Belinda.

“Don’t pick it up” Belinda grinned, leaning back into the chair.

“I won’t” Mireille accepted and checked the message Dante had sent again.

“He is disturbed, thinking you are on a blind date with another man. Trust me, something is not right. Perhaps that picture. I don’t think Dante is away on a trip with another woman”

“We will find out soon” Mireille replied.

“That is right. I am just going to use the restroom” Belinda said and got up from her seat.

She walked away, leaving only Mireille at the table, waiting for what next would happen.

Mireille’s phone beeped with a mail and when she checked the message, a smile spread her lips.

“Yes!”

It was a mail from the Dreams Corporations and she was invited for an interview! Mireille was beyond happy. She could not recall applying there but she concluded that she must have applied there during her frustrated times.

Mireille however did not have enough time to think of what to text back because two minutes later, Dante came rushing into the restaurant.

His gaze landed on her almost immediately and Mireille shivered. His gaze was hard, cold and he looked furious.

He walked over to her. “Where is he? Where is that man?”

“He… I…” Mireille stuttered, not knowing what to say but Dante was not that patient.

He grabbed her by the arm.

“Where are we going to?” Mireille asked.

“Home. We are going home” he replied her gruffly and led her out of the restaurant.

“Get into the car” he said, pulling the car door open.

Dante could not understand what the hell was running through her mind that made her go on a blind date right after their time together last night.

Even if the date had been planned days before, she should have cancelled the date right after last night.

Mireille got into the car, trembling slightly, almost scared by how mad he looked. She thought of telling him instantly that she was not out on a date and everything was just to have him come to her and explain him leaving so early and the picture she had seen.

Dante shut the door of the car and got into the driver’s seat.

“Your belt” he said, his eyes fixated on the wheels.

Mireille reached for the seat belt and used it quickly.

Dante started the car and zoomed off at a frightening speed.

“Dante!” Mireille gasped but Dante did not seem to be himself at the moment.

“Dante, please slow down” Mireille begged him but he only drove even faster.

“Dante! Please, go slow, please!”

“You will beg me to go slow when we get home too” was all Dante said, not sparing a glance.

“Please stop! Dante! We are going to get into an accident at this rate. We are going to die!”

Dante said nothing more but he also did not slow down.

Mireille panicked.

“Please, Dante. You are scaring me.”

When Mireille saw that Dante was totally not listening to her, she just held onto her seat belt and closed her eyes tightly, mumbling prayers and wishing she had never done this.

If Dante had been in Maldives at all that morning, then he would not have gotten to the restaurant so soon.

Mireille let out a breath of relief as Dante parked the car in front of his home.

“Oh my god” she exhaled deeply.

Dante got out of the car and walked over to the other side of the car. He pulled the door open for Mireille and lifted her into his arms.

He walked into the building, ignoring the sting in his arm with Mireille in his arms. He walked until he got into his room.

“Dante” Mireille called his name as he lowered her onto the bed but Dante said nothing to her. He took her purse and flung it to the sofa.

He walked over to the other side of the wall and pushed at it while Mireille just watched, not knowing what she was supposed to do.

She had never really been exposed to this side of him.

The wall opened, revealing a carefully prepared set of sex tools.

Mireille could not believe that her nipples instantly grew hard at the sight of the tools.

Dante picked the cuffs and a flogger and walked over to her. He raised her hands up, locking his cold gaze with hers as he cuffed her hands together.

“There”

He cupped her face and trailed his hands all over her body, his hands groping her boobs.

“Oh” Mireille moaned softly.

“You are mine, Princess. For the next two months, I own this body and you will not give it out to any other man. I own every fucking inch of this body.” Dante trailed her boob with the flogger.