A Virgin For The Mafia Prince

Delulu Is The Solulu

I twirl around the house, a grin spreading across my face as I sing to myself. "She's gone, she's gone," I chant gleefully, relishing in the freedom that comes with Elena's absence. With a wicked laugh, I flop onto the nearest chair, my mind racing with devious thoughts.
Now that Elena is out of the picture, it's the perfect opportunity for me to make my move on Dante. I imagine the look of surprise and delight on his face as I sweep in to charm him with my irresistible allure. Oh, how I long to see him under my spell, to have him wrapped around my finger, eager to fulfill my every deep and dark desire.
With a sly smile, I begin to concoct my plan, envisioning every detail of our seductive encounter. From the way I coyly flutter my lashes to the sultry tone of my voice, I will stop at nothing to capture Dante's attention and win his affection.
As I plot and scheme, a thrill of anticipation courses through me. Dante will soon be mine, and nothing – not even Elena's return – can stand in the way of my conquest. With a triumphant smirk, I lean back in my chair, eagerly awaiting the moment when my seductive charms will finally ensnare the object of my desire.
I meticulously plan every detail of my seduction, determined to captivate Dante's heart, mind, and body. With a flick of my hair and a coy smile, I plan on how I will set my plan into motion.
Firstly, I will ensure that I'm always in Dante's vicinity, finding excuses to linger in the same room or cross paths with him throughout the day. I will brush against him casually, my touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary, sending shivers down his spine.
Next, I need to perfect my appearance, choosing outfits that will accentuate my curves and draw attention to my best features. Whether it's a form-fitting dress or a low-cut blouse, I will make sure to leave Dante breathless with desire every time he lays eyes on me.
But it's not just my physical appearance that I need to focus on – I also want to hone my flirting skills to perfection, batting my eyelashes seductively, playfully teasing him with witty banter, and laughing at his jokes with just the right amount of flirtatiousness.
And when the opportunity presents itself, I will find ways to subtly touch him, whether it's a gentle brush of my hand against his arm or a sexy hug that leaves him wanting more. Each touch will be calculated to ignite the spark of attraction between us, drawing him closer with every interaction.
But perhaps my most potent weapon is my charm and charisma. A little showering of compliments, praising his intelligence, wit, and charm at every turn will do the thing. With every word, I weave a web of flattery around him, making him feel like the most desirable man in the world.
As I work my magic, I will watch with satisfaction as Dante's defenses begin to crumble, his eyes lingering on me a little longer, his smiles a little brighter. And with each small victory, I grow more confident that my seduction will soon lead to the ultimate prize - Dante's undying love and devotion.
I continue to twirl around the room, a euphoric chant of "she's gone, she's gone, she's gone!" echoing through my mind with each joyful spin. The absence of Elena fills me with a sense of liberation, a newfound freedom that I revel in. I further on imagined and fantasized our intimate encounters.
He had never touched me from the time he brought me to his mansion, but I was going to make sure I make the day he decides to go down on me his most unforgettable moment.
Then, like a dream, Dante walks in, his presence immediately capturing my attention. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I meet his gaze.
"Why the happiness, Olivia?" Dante's voice carries a hint of amusement as he observes me with a smile.
With a toss of my hair, I glide towards him, channeling every ounce of confidence and allure I possess. Each step feels deliberate, purposeful, as I close the distance between us. His eyes follow my movements, and I can sense the tension building between us.
"Oh, my Dante," I purr, my voice dripping with honeyed tones as I reach out to lightly caress his arm. The touch sends a shiver down his spine, and I can't help but revel in the power I hold over him.
"You're the source of my happiness, of course," I continue, my words laced with seduction as I lean in closer. My breath brushes against his skin, and I can feel the heat radiating between us.
With a daring glint in my eye, I move to pull him into a kiss, but he resists, his determination and disgust clear. Despite his refusal, I maintain my seductive gaze, knowing that my allure will eventually break through his defenses.
In that moment, I feel empowered, confident in my ability to captivate him completely. And as I stand before him, a tantalizing smile playing on my lips, I know that it's only a matter of time before he succumbs to the irresistible pull of my charm.
I feel a surge of disappointment and frustration as Dante moves away from me, his rejection cutting through me like a knife , confusion clouds my mind .
Instinctively, I reach out to touch him, but he growls and grips my arm with a tight hold, his growl sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes darken with intensity, and I can sense the fear rising within me as his grip tightens , “Elena I'm not in the mood!” he exclaimed.
Suddenly, he releases me, muttering an apology, but the damage is already done. Did he just call me Elena ? anger bubbles up inside me, fueling my words as I confront him.
"All you think about is Elena," I snap, my voice dripping with frustration. "She's gone, Dante. It's time for us to have some fun, to enjoy ourselves. You need to let go of her."
I remind him of her betrayal, hoping to shake him out of his Elena cloud , but instead, his anger only intensifies. He raises his hand attempting to hit me, and I flinch, instinctively covering my face as he pauses in mid-air.
But to my relief, he doesn't strike me. With a grunt, he lowers his hand and walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a lingering sense of resentment.
As I stand there, my anger simmering beneath the surface, I can't help but wonder if Dante will ever be able to move on from Elena and truly embrace what we could have together. But for now, all I can do is wait and hope that he'll come to his senses before it's too late or else.