"Get in, Princess" Dante said to Mireille, holding the car door open for her.
Mireille stepped into the car, trying hard not to limp and Dante held back smiles at the sight. He got into the car after her and one of his men shut the door after him.
"Drive"
The driver immediately started the car and Dante glanced at Mireille who was staring at his arm.
"Why are you staring so much?"
"How many days do you work out per week for you to get this build?" Mireille asked and Dante chuckled.
"I mean, take a look at your arm" she reached her hand forward and touched his left arm.
"You can touch it all you want but I hope you do know that even your tiniest touches arouse me"
"I was just admiring your arm, Dante. Do you even think of anything other than being inside of me?" She asked him,
