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His Mistress. Cum and Consequences.
Content Warning (Explicit) This chapter contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and themes of infidelity, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for mature audiences 18+. If you are sensitive to morally gray relationships, explicit erotica, or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. Angel’s Pov. Dropping to my knees like the desperate sinner I was, I wrapped my fingers around him, dragging my nails along the throbbing veins that marked his shaft. The sight of his swollen tip and the feel of his heat in my hand made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb—soaked and aching with fresh want. I licked my lips, teasing the swollen tip with a slow swirl of my tongue before slipping him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as he gripped my hair, a low growl rumbling from his chest. I bobbed my head, setting a slow, deliberate pace, savoring his taste—salty and intoxicating. His groans, curses, a
His Mistress. Angel By Name, Brat By Nature.
Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult themes including infidelity, pure sex scenes, dominance/submission, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. Recommended for 18+ audiences only. If you’re sensitive to themes of morally gray relationships or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. 💮Angel💮 I couldn’t sleep that night. Not after his confession. Not after those promises he made, branding themselves into my mind like fire on skin. And to worsen it, he wasn’t with me. Frustrated and restless, I kicked off the covers and made the most reckless decision of the night. I slipped out of my room and crept toward theirs. The door was cracked open. Just enough for me to peek in. There was no sign of Catalina. Raul lounged on the couch, his chiseled features lit by the glow of his phone, a bored expression etched across his face. I nudged the door open and slinked in, my pulse racing. His head whipped
His Mistress. Dirty Promises, Tender Words.
Angel’s Pov. After dinner, he took me on a late-night drive around the city, eventually stopping on a hill with a breathtaking view of the skyline shimmering below. We sat on the trunk of his car, our fingers intertwined, the cool night air brushing our skin as we gazed at the heavens. His warmth anchored me, his thumb grazing my knuckles in a rhythm that felt both soothing and possessive. “Raul,” I murmured, breaking the quiet. He hummed, his deep voice vibrating through me. “Was your marriage to Catalina forced?” I asked, my voice soft, eyes fixed on the stars to avoid his gaze. He didn’t answer immediately, the silence was heavy. “Yes, Angel,” he finally replied, his tone carrying a trace of resignation. My heart lifted slightly, but I pressed further. “So you never felt anything for her?” “You want honesty?” He asked, and I turned to meet his piercing blue eyes, nodding. “No, Angel. I tried to love Catalina, but I couldn’t,” he mumbled. The lingering look
His Mistress. Not Just His Mistress.
Angel’s Pov. The day ended, and our shooting session was finally over. The throbbing between my legs had softened to a mild ache, but I still felt it lingering. Raul and I left the company, and he took me to an upscale restaurant—different from the one Nikolai usually brought me to. The opulent chandeliers and plush velvet seats screamed extravagance. “Raul, isn’t this place a bit… much?” I asked, glancing at the glittering decor. He lifted a brow, clearly unimpressed by my question. “Do you forget who you’re with, Angel?” His arrogance made me roll my eyes, but honestly, it only turned me on more. Fucked up? Yes. But everything about this man stirred something wild inside me. Even his breath. “It doesn’t matter, tesoro, as long as you’re happy,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that coaxed a shy smile from me. We ordered our food, and while waiting, we opted for a conversation, the air between us charged. “Angel,” he called softly, mak
His Mistress. Hungry For More.
Angel’s Pov Raul left my room early the next morning to avoid Catalina’s drama. The sun rays filtered through the curtains, nudging me awake. I fluttered my eyes open, momentarily forgetting the night before—until I tried to stand and immediately collapsed back onto the bed with a groan. “Fuck,” I cursed, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to dull the ache radiating through me. My body still trembled with the memory of him inside me. The pain was undeniable… but so was the lingering pleasure. I bit my lip, trying—and failing—not to smile. Suddenly, the door flung open. And in he came, Raul D’Amano in all his intimidating glory, looking freshly pressed in his designer suit like nothing had happened last night. “Why aren’t you dressed yet, Tesoro?” His voice was sharp, eyes stern. I resisted the urge to roll mine because I didn’t need another punishment today. “Thank you so much, sir, but your dick is kinda the reason I’m still here,” I shot back, my voice
His Mistress. The Language Of Lust.
Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including dominance/submission dynamics, graphic sexual descriptions, and strong adult language. Themes of power imbalance and emotional vulnerability are also explored. Reader discretion is advised. This content is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. 💮Raul💮 She was beneath me again, and Dio mio—I’d missed this. Missed her. That familiar scent of chocolate clung to her skin, sweet enough to intoxicate me. She was my favorite addiction. My lips found hers, molding perfectly, tasting of bubblegum and desire. Every sigh, every soft gasp she made, poured gasoline on the fire already burning in my chest. Her body arched beneath me as my hands roamed her silky brown skin, her muscles twitching with every roll of my fingers. I slid lower, tasting her—memorizing the flavor of her skin like it was mine to own. Because it was. It had to be. And the way she moaned my name was a melody I could never get tired
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