All Chapters of Snatched By The Don: My Enemy's Father : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

R-18*** Rena's POV. I gasped in shock. Was he intending to eat me in this position? Swallowing an inexistent saliva, I shook my head, and he grinned mischievously. “I'll be your first, and last.” Just as his words dropped, he buried his face inside my nightdress, and I suddenly felt his tongue stroking my bean. “Fuck!” I cursed, and subconsciously stiffened, my core throbbing. But he didn't stop, neither did I want him to stop. He licked and sucked like the pro he was, sending my soul drifting out of my body and sleeping on clouds. My fingers dug into his thick hair, pushing his head deeper, moaning, begging him to take me, and panting heavilyHe didn't listen to any of my pleas to be fucked. Long minutes passed, with my moans growing louder, and my ecstasy building to its peak. And suddenly, I exploded into his mouth. My body spasms uncontrollably, and I hunched over to hug his head for support. My breathing had quickened, and I was almost breathless, filled with sweat.We re

Kaan’s POV. Sitting across from her, sipping my wine, I watched her savor each bite of the seafood platter. Her eyes would light up with pleasure, and a soft hum of satisfaction would escape her lips. It was captivating, like watching a cute, curious baby. I found myself mesmerized by the way she chewed, the way her tongue darted out to lick her lips. I felt my gaze drawn to her again and again, my mind wandering back to the night before. I've had countless women of different shapes, sizes, and age, but none had made me feel the way my little Kitten made me feel. She's the least experienced, the most innocent, and yet, she's the one who's managed to crawl under my skin. Initially, I didn't care about how women felt when I had sex with them. Wounded or not, I tossed them aside once I was done, and I didn't go close to the same woman twice, but with Rena, it was different. One time with her wasn't enough. I found myself wanting more, craving more. Her body seemed to be made for mi

Rena's POV. To hell with fighting for a marriage he didn't respect. As if it wasn't bad enough that a stray, a damn gorgeous one at that, came with his child. As if it wasn't bad enough that his dick had gone into countless women before me. As if it wasn't bad enough that he just sat there and did nothing. As if it wasn't bad enough that he stared at her with warmth in his eyes, he spoke with kindness to her! Why did he need my input if he already had Soni? Clearly, having more bastard children wouldn't sully his name, rather it would expand his Ferrante family and compete with his legitimate children in the future! Men! Do they never think about consequences when they shove their dicks into countless women?So what if it was in the past? So what if he used protection? Condoms break. Pills fail too! Nothing is 100% certain. Poor woman, she just wanted to be an escort to save her mother, yet, the almighty Kaan couldn't take his eyes off and hands off her, just like he couldn't st

The saleswoman's expression softened, and she nodded understandingly. "I think I have just the thing," she said, disappearing into the back of the store.She returned with a beautiful, handmade dress that looked like it belonged in a museum. The intricate embroidery and delicate patterns sparkled in the light, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at it. "This is stunning," I breathed, my eyes welling up with tears. The saleswoman smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "It's a traditional Turkish design, passed down from generation to generation. I think it would be perfect for you, Miss Yaman." She helped me into the dress, and as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I felt like I was transported back to my childhood, surrounded by the love and warmth of my mother.My mom, Arat, just like her name, was pure, holy, and clean. Born to a Palestinian woman, and Turkish man. She was a quiet and peace-loving woman, who almost had no words, except a sweet smile, and her heart–

Rena’s POV. Standing in the place that used to be my home, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. 17 years ago, a huge mansion sat on this huge plot of land, but now, it was barren, nothing but a vast expanse of empty space, overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. No semblance of the building could be found anywhere. A scene of me running around the compound with my cousins flashed in my mind. My grandmother sternly chastised my cousin brothers for not looking after me…they made my unforgettable memories. Memories of my childhood that was cut short. I stood there, my tears hidden behind my oversized dark shades and big floppy black hat, unaware of the time, until Micheal reminded me that we've spent three hours just standing there.I turned around, giving the piece of land a last glance before leaving. Bianca told me that this land has been claimed by the government, since none of my distant relatives wanted to be associated with us, for fear of meeting the same fate. In my mind, I'd