Novel Sweet
The Ride
Mireille pursed her lips. She had been thinking about that already. She was going to give up the life she had started here to go back home but then, she never did belong here.
She was only here because James brought her here but now that she was back with Dante, there was no reason for her to stay back, right?
“I…”
“The shopping mall is in progress already.” Dante cut her off.
“You went ahead with it even after I left?” Mireille was surprised.
“That’s right. You were so excited about it back then and I just wanted to do it for you, for us.”
“Dante.” Mireille cooed and walked across the kitchen to him. She back hugged him tightly and Dante felt his heart warming up.
“Why don’t you get back to the living room while I do this?” Dante asked.
“No, I want to be right here with you.” Mireille grumbled.
“Would you take a seat and watch your perfect man cook, then?” Dante asked.
“Sounds like a perfect deal but no! I want to hold you while you cook.” Mireille replied and Dante chuckled.
“Anything for my Princess.” Dante stepped away from her and crouched to the floor.
“C’mon, get on my back. You can stay there while I cook.”
“Yay!” Mireille squealed in delight playfully and got onto his back.
Dante got back onto his feet and Mireille kissed his neck.
“Don’t do that, Princess. You know you shouldn’t do that if you want dinner tonight.”
Mireille laughed.
“What if I do more? Perhaps…” She moved her lips closer to his right ear.
“Just lick your earlobe ever so slightly.” her voice went soft as she licked his earlobe.
“Princess.” Dante called her name, his voice getting deeper.
“I will let you cook.” Mireille laughed.
“You are driving me crazy.” Dante remarked.
“I want to do so for the rest of our lives.” she held him even more tightly.
*
“Here.” Dante held Mireille’s hands and made her wrap her arms around him.
“Hold me tight just like you hold me whenever you are cumming.”
“Dante!” Mireille flushed red.
“Wish I could see that flustered expression on your face right now.”
“Who told you I am flustered?” Mireille grumbled.
“I know.” Dante said confidently.
“Alright, hold me tight.” he added and Mireille held onto him tightly.
They were on Dante’s bike. The one with which he had passed by her the night she was robbed and got back her bag for her.
Ignoring what had happened the last time they went on a night ride, they were going on a ride.
“Ready?”
“Aye, captain.” Mireille replied and Dante revved the engine to life.
Mireille’s grip on him tightened even more as the ride started.
They were soon out on the roads and Mireille felt her heart pounding as Dante’s speed increased but soon, she got quite used to it and started enjoying the ride.
“Whooooo! This feels good!” She screamed so that Dante could hear her above the wind.
“Right?! Let’s go on bike rides more often!”
“Yes, Dante! Let’s travel together to other countries and go on more rides like this!”
Mireille looked sideways at the cars they were speeding past and she could not help but grin.
“We are going sooo fast!!”
“Just as fast as I fuck?!” Dante asked.
“Dante!!” Mireille screamed at his words and Dante laughed.
“I would have hit you but I don’t want to jinx this ride.” Mireille grumbled.
“Can’t hear you!”
“You don’t have to! You naughty man!”
“You are the naughty one here, Princess! I am not the one who screamed for more this afternoon!”
“Dante!” Mireille’s cheeks reddened even more.
“Well, I am not the one who was willing to offer fifty times of my salary for more time with me!” Mireille screamed back.
Dante laughed.
“I am obsessed with you, Princess!”
“I am too.”
“Can’t hear that!”
“I am obsessed with you too, Dante Romano!!”
“I love you a lot, Princess!”
“I love you too, Dante! I love you a lot!” She snuggled even closer to him.
*
“Here you go.” Dante handed Mireille a can of Coca-Cola.
“Thank you.” she mumbled and raised it to her lips.
“I feel so happy.” Mireille said with smiles on her face.
They were seated on a bench in a park and there were other people walking around. It was a lovely sight.
“That’s the goal. Making you happy forever.” Dante threw his arms around her shoulder and pulled her even closer.
“Why didn’t you get yourself something to drink too?” Mireille asked.
“I am satisfied seeing you drink cola.” Dante replied and Mireille laughed.
“Why am I even asking you anyways?”
“Right? I drink your squirt so regularly that I have no need for any other soft drink.”
“Dante.”
“Perhaps you should drink my cum more regularly so you have no need for this next time.” Dante continued and Mireille hit his chest lightly.
“You have nothing in your head other than naughty thoughts.”
“And that’s your fault for being so beautiful.”
“Let’s take a picture.” Mireille suddenly suggested, sitting up.
“As you wish, Princess.”
Mireille dug out her phone from her pocket and Dante took the phone from her.
They took a few pictures and Mireille could not stop grinning while she looked at the pictures.
Dante watched her with a smile on his face. Seeing her so happy was so satisfying.
“Cute.” he mumbled and took his hand to her hair, ruffling it.
“Cute?”
“Absolutely.” Dante affirmed.
“Take more pictures of me, then.” Mireille nudged him and handed the phone back to him.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
She got up on her feet and Dante did the same.
“Where should I pose? Here?”
“Nah, kinda dark there.” Dante replied.
“Oh… Here, then?”
“Perfect!” Dante captured a few shots and then faked a gasp and a look of pain.
“Dante? Are you okay?” Mireille asked, rushing over to him.
“No, I am not okay. I… I am having a seizure cause of how beautiful you look. How… How is it legal to look this beautiful?”
Mireille laughed.
“You big tease.”
“Wait though, if it was illegal to love me, would you still love me?” She asked and Dante leaned in.
“I would not mind adding to my list of illegal activities.”
Mireille clasped her hand over her mouth and giggled.
“I couldn’t be happier with any other person.” she cooed as Dante pulled back from her.
“Same here, Princess.” Dante leaned back in and kissed her on the lips.
Mireille smiled against his lips before opening up and letting his lips suck hers.
“Hmm, cola.” Dante broke the kiss with a smirk and took her hand in his.
“Let’s walk around.” he said to her and held her by the waist.
“Let me hold you this way so it isn’t obvious that you are limping.”
“I am trying not to make that obvious.” Mireille grumbled.
“And I am only helping you with that.” Dante replied.
“Mireille.” Dante called stopping all of a sudden.
“Yeah?” Mireille asked, her brows arched at the fact that he had called her by her name.
Dante reached into the pocket of his jacket and brought out a pepper spray and a wristwatch just like the one Dante had given to her that night they were attacked.
“I am really sorry that I brought you into this but can you have these? We can never tell what would happen in the future and I don’t want you to be hurt.”
“How does the wristwatch work?” Mireille asked.
“It has a tracker so I can always track you. And if you just tap thrice on the screen and it will alert me and all of my men. So you have to use it when you are in trouble, okay?”
“Yes, Dante.” Mireille nodded and received both items from Dante.
“I will be safe.” Mireille assured him with a smile.
“And I asked earlier but you gave me no response. Would you like to come home with me soon?”
“Yes, Dante. I don’t belong here anyways.” she shrugged slightly.
“Just give me a week to close things up here.”
“As per the wishes of my beautiful Princess.”