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Chapter 3 One Night Regret: Claimed By The Don: 03

Word Count: 1177    |    Released on: 19/06/2025

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en them, my hands both covering my face

mixed with manly cologne tickles my nose. My eyes are wid

s familiar face, but fro

grabbing his clothes, they're simply lying on the

hard when I realize th

I freeze, my hands tightening over th

start to realize what the hell had h

n't even stare at him, but looking blankly tow

p, cold voice makes me look in

...I usually leave nice impression" His Italian a

hat the hell

bet..." He adds, a smirk on his face as h

d is still spinning, probably fr

ntually" He explains, making me remember the driver I sa

continues to stare at me for a few moments, bef

fidence in his voice makes m

, gritting my teeth, but suddenly, he starts to walk toward my s

hurt. But I don't even bother to answer him, my e

ised face is telling me I might've lost it real bad last night, even

en I found out later that you're a virgi

akes the tears struggling to fall down my cheeks, but I can't let him

you feel better" His tone changes all of a su

s it was worth every penny" He adds, and

that's left for me! I was saving it for the right person

n, his scent makes me want to vomit as I

my body against his, and the way I kept ki

er every little single detail...My heart was

g! I started it, bu

remember me with, Catrina" He calls out my name, and I su

o say that this is turning me on? I close my eyes, then open t

the one who took your virginity" He say

ou to this place, but whatever did...I'm sure this isn't you" His words make me feel so te

something falling on the ground, but I ignore it once I notic

tay away from this place..."

feel the urge to explain why I did what I did last night, but it just

advantage of it!

again, yes! He didn't

se another girl..." He mumbles on his way o

n't the we

ve this is actually happening...I can't believe I've become th

ll but I can't even cry, it's li

d I don't even dare to look behind me, still denying the fact someone already

om, searching for my clothes

t so far from the bed, reaching out for them

h as him carrying something like this in his coat, doesn't that mean it's precious to him? Whate

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