"Go to sleep, Princess." Dante cooed, his hand gently patting her hair. Mireille shut her eyes and relaxed into the bed.

She was so damn sleepy since she had barely slept a wink the previous night. Every time she thought it was over, Dante would pull her back, fucking her with renewed vigor.

And saying no? That was the last thing Mireille wanted to say. She had wanted it all above sleeping.

"Aren't you going to sleep too?" Mireille opened her eyes right back.

Dante ...