That night, everything was painful and humiliating for Natalie. Dante was fucking her, but she couldn’t resist. Her body betrayed her. She should have stayed silent, but the overwhelming pleasure made her moan time and time again.

 

Not only did she hate Dante, but she hated herself as well. How was she supposed to face him next after her prestige and pride were shattered?

 

Natalie closed her eyes in exhaustion. Her body was limp after experiencing several orgasms. She already didn’t care about Dante, who hadn’t climaxed yet.

 

The man continued to move on top of Natalie. Sweat was already soaking the shirt attached to his body. His breathing was...