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The Language Of Lust.
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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
His Mistress. Reconciliation Sex?
Angel’s Pov “This place is amazing, Angel!” Jade’s eyes sparkled as she took a bite of roasted turkey. “Yeah, their food’s incredible. I’m glad you’re loving it,” I said with a grin. “Can I order more?” She asked, her mouth half-full. I chuckled. “Sure, but just one plate—I’m not a billionaire.” She nodded, smiling, her cheeks stuffed with food. “You keep checking your watch,” Jade noted, raising a brow. “Expecting someone?” I gave a small smile. “Actually, I’m—” “Hey, sis!” Luca’s arm draped around my neck, his lips brushing my cheek. He stepped into view, and I shot him a mock glare. “You’re late,” I retorted sternly. He flashed a sheepish grin. “Sorry, sis. Mom held me up like I’m some five-year-old.” His annoyed tone made me laugh. “Jade, meet—” I turned to introduce them, but Jade’s shocked expression stopped me. Her cheeks flushed red as she stared at Luca. “L-Luca?” She stammered. Luca looked confused, glancing from her to me. He raised a brow
His Mistress. Dinner With Nikolai.
“Aren’t you giving me a second chance, Felicia?” Gustavo gripped her arm, his blue eyes—eyes she’d grown to love—locked on hers. Tears streamed down her face, her voice trembling with pain. “You hurt me, Gustavo,” she whispered, emotions swirling in her gaze. “Not even for this?” He pulled out a single red rose, coaxing a tearful chuckle from her. “You think a flower earns my forgiveness?” she asked, half-smiling. His smirk deepened as he stepped closer. “It put a smile on your face, didn’t it?” Her smile lingered, but her eyes darkened again. “You know you hurt me,” she said, her voice heavy. “I do, amoré,” he replied, his tone brimming with sincerity. “That’s why I’m trying—to earn your forgiveness and be with you forever.” Angel’s Pov. Our eyes held, and we both knew those lines weren’t just for the movie. They carried a weight far beyond the script. “Wow, that was romantic!” Jade’s dreamy exclamation snapped us out of the moment, breaking our gaze. I forced a small
His Mistress. I Won’t Judge You.
Angel’s Pov. My cab pulled up to the apartment where my brother and mom were staying. I paid the driver and stepped out, nerves twisting in my stomach. I didn’t have any close friends, but I had a brother. And Luca—he was my best friend. Right now, I needed him more than ever. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to finally reveal the secrets I’d been carrying like bricks on my chest. I reached the porch and knocked gently, my heart pounding so loud I swore he’d hear it through the door. The door swung open, and Luca’s voice broke through. “Angel—” I threw myself into his arms, and he wrapped them tightly around my waist. Sobs escaped me before I could stop them. “Angel?” He pulled me inside, shutting the door behind us. Guiding me to the couch, he sat me down and cupped my cheeks in his warm hands, his eyes searching mine. “I’m sorry, Luca. I’m so sorry,” I choked, collapsing into his chest, tears streaming again. He held me without saying a word, just lettin
His Mistress. I Will Never Let Her Go.
Angel’s Pov. It was evening, and I’d spent the entire day sulking in my room, trapped in my own thoughts, dissecting every piece of my life. I glanced at the time and decided I couldn’t stay locked in here any longer, it was time to escape my self-imposed exile. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the heaviness. I combed through my curls and threw them into a bun, though a small voice in my head whispered, Maybe I should braid it. Shaking off the indecision, I slipped into a simple dress, slid on a pair of sandals, and applied a light layer of gloss. Nothing fancy. Just enough to make me feel like myself again. When I made it downstairs, I found him in the living room, shirtless, his focus glued to his phone. His curly hair, the kind I loved to tangle my fingers in, was a beautiful mess, with stray curls falling across his face. I ached to brush them away. God, I miss him. As if he felt my stare, he looked up. Our
His Mistress. Brawl In The Kitchen.
Angel’s Pov Raul carried me down the dimly lit corridor, the walls lined with sleek, dark wood panels that gleamed under the soft glow of recessed lights. The plush gray carpet muffled his footsteps, making the silence between us heavier as we approached the room. He led me inside, the room bathed in a faint red and white ambient glow from a minimalist chandelier casting soft patterns on the walls. It felt intimate, too intimate. He laid me gently on the bed, and I stayed silent, my thoughts a tangled mess, while he spoke. “Tesoro,” he called, his voice low and coaxing. I glanced at him, barely meeting his eyes. He sighed, sinking onto the bed beside me, his hand resting warmly on my thigh, sending a jolt through my exhausted body. “Raul, I—” I started, my voice shaky. “I think Catalina’s right—” He hissed, a sharp sound that tore through his teeth and made my nerves hurt. “Don’t get me angry, Angel.” His tone turned cold, a rare edge in his eyes that made my st
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