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