Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Logan’s pov.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her stunning face. I had been gazing at her for an entire hour while she peacefully slept beside me on the bed. Her hair cascaded over the pillow, and her pale complexion had a faint blush. She slept as innocently as a baby, and I couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever had in my bed.

Last night, we had shared an intimate experience, and it was then that I discovered she was a virgin. It was also my first time being with a virgin. I felt a mix of happiness for being her first and confusion about her decision to lose her virginity in such a way. We had made love five times throughout the night.

After an hour of sleep, I woke her up as my dick ached for her. So, I couldn’t resist anymore but to take her again and again as my desire surged while I held her in my arms on the bed.

I looked at her as she stirred, and her eyelashes fluttered before her deep blue eyes opened. Confusion and curiosity danced on her face as she glanced at me. I was completely entranced by the girl lying before me, and the temptation to kiss her passionately and continue making love until the end of the day overwhelmed me.

Leaning forward, I tried to reach her lips for a tender morning kiss. To my surprise, she gently placed a hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. The unexpected gesture momentarily caught me off guard, but I shrugged it off, thinking she might be feeling a bit shy or reserved after our night together.

With a warm, charming smile, I greeted her, “Good morning, Angel!”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

However, instead of responding to my greeting, she seemed focused on sitting up, leaning against the headboard. As she shifted, a soft hiss of pain escaped her lips, instantly triggering my concern.

“Are you still sore?” I inquired with genuine worry, my eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort.

Once again, she didn’t offer a verbal reply, and a sense of unease settled between us. She turned her face away, avoiding my gaze, and began searching for her phone. The bedsheet slipped down, revealing the gentle swell of her breasts, a tantalizing glimpse of her full, round beauty that momentarily distracted me from the tension in the room.

Finally locating her phone on the bedside table, she unlocked it and began typing something, her fingers tapping quickly on the screen. Placing the phone back down, she wrapped the sheet around her body, protecting her modesty, and slowly got out of bed, making her way toward the bathroom. It was evident that she was struggling to walk, and every fiber of my being yearned to hold her in my arms and accompany her, but I restrained myself, allowing her the space and time she seemed to desire.

Watching her pick up her dress from the floor, I felt a mixture of confusion and frustration bubbling inside me. Did she not want to discuss last night? Was something bothering her? I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was an unspoken distance growing between us, and the lack of communication only added to my apprehension.

After a few minutes, she reappeared from the bathroom, her appearance breathtakingly stunning as her hair fell back into its smooth state. She looked ready to leave, and the knot of confusion in my stomach tightened.

What the hell? Did she regret what happened between us? Was she uncomfortable with the intimacy we shared?

“Hey, we need to talk,” I tried to start a conversation.”We don’t need to talk about anything,” she said sharply. Ouch! That was rude.”So, you really don’t want to talk about last night? Listen, I didn’t know it was your first time. It was my first time with a virgin too, and if you want, I’m ready to take responsibility for it,” I offered.”Oh, please. Don’t tell me you didn’t use a condom every time we had sex,” she shook her head. “Nevermind. I’ll take the morning after pill. We’re both adults and equally responsible. No need to flatter yourself,” she said sternly. I was really surprised to hear that from a girl. I wasn’t used to a girl being so cold and indifferent towards me after spending an intense night together. She reached for the doorknob, about to open it.”Hey, hold on. Let me drop you home,” I offered. I wanted to spend more time getting to know her. She was quite mysterious, and it piqued my interest in her.