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
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
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
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
“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
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