The Most Beautiful Bride of the Don

On the night of my wedding, my husband, the Don, kissed my trembling body while telling me not to be afraid. However, the next second, he personally handed me off to 30 men.

"Your virginity is theirs for five million per person."

I screamed when I woke up from the dream. Fortunately, it was just a nightmare.

But on the day of our wedding, I saw a man with a scar on his face sitting next to the stage. He was one of the men from my dream.

I accidentally heard him talking on the phone, "That's five million well spent. I can't wait to take her to bed."

As I turned to make my escape, I heard the footsteps behind me getting nearer.

My phone suddenly rang, and it was Owen Thorne calling me.

"We're coming for you, honey."

It was my wedding night. I was wiping my legs with my head lowered in the bathroom when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Owen was standing there with half of his shirt unbuttoned. His broad, muscular chest was exposed.

He did not say a word and just strode into the bathroom. He put an arm around my waist while closing the door behind him.

"Owen…." I uttered his name but could not continue as his lips pressed onto mine. His hand pressed hard against the back of my head, while his other hand reached under my towel. I lifted my head to catch my breath as I panted softly.

His hand caressed my body as it moved from my waist to my bottom, then back to the front as he grabbed my bosom. My body trembled slightly, and my arms circled his shoulders. "W-Wait… We're not in bed yet…" I gasped between breaths.

Owen let out a husky laugh. I could feel his warm breath on my collarbone.

He suddenly carried me into his arms and walked past the dimly lit corridor to take me into the bedroom. He put me down in the middle of the bed and pressed down on me. His body covered every inch of mine.

He leaned down to kiss me once more. His tongue explored deep into my mouth, eliciting a reaction out of me. He pulled my legs apart, pushing his knee between them.

I obediently parted my legs for him. At the same time, I felt a familiar emptiness deep within my abdomen. The sensation pushed my body to move along with the flow of his movements by lifting my waist toward him. My throat gurgled with moans.

"Owen… Owen…" I kept calling out his name. My body opened up to him as every inch of my skin yearned to be touched. His fingers reached deep into my body, and my back lurched as a moan escaped from my lips.

The emptiness within me was temporarily filled up, but it called out for more to come inside me. However, that was when Owen suddenly stopped. I looked at him blankly.

Owen