All Chapters of His Mistress.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Angel’s Pov. Warning ‼️ ‼️‼️ Sexual content in this chapter. We arrived at his condo, and without wasting a second to flick on the lights, Raul slammed me against the door and crashed his lips onto mine. His hands were rough—desperate—as they roamed down my sides and snuck beneath my dress. “Raul,” I gasped, the sudden jolt of heat shooting through me like wildfire. He bit my bottom lip and tugged on it slowly with his teeth. “If there’s one thing I won’t tolerate, tesoro, it’s being ignored,” he growled low, his voice soaked in anger. “I’m so fucking mad at you… and I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” The dangerous edge in his tone made my panties flood. “I—I’m sorry, I—” The sound of fabric ripping cut through the air. My breath hitched as the expensive dress was torn from my body, exposing my bare breasts. His electric-blue eyes drank in the sight of me, igniting every nerve in my body. He bit his lip and inhaled sharply. “Fuck th

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It was late noon.


Raul and I were returning from our photo shoot.


It had been an exhausting, yet undeniably interesting day, and all I wanted was to go home. Without warning, Raul slid an arm beneath my thighs and scooped me into a bridal carry, making me gasp.


“R-Raul, what are you doing? People might—”


“They can think and say whatever they want, tesoro, because it’s the truth.”


He pecked my forehead and carried me confidently out of the studio to the car.


“Let’s go,” he told the driver.


I rested my head on his shoulder as his warm palm found my thigh, his thumb caressing slow circles into my skin.


“Angel,” he whispered huskily into my ear—his voice low and sinful. My nipples hardened instantly at the sound.


“Ride me.”


It wasn’t a request. It was a command—simple, dominating, and so Raul.


I lifted my head, my eyes darting from his to the driver.


“B-but the—”


“Forget about him,” he cut in sharply, already irritated by my hesitation.


Before I

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We got to the company late in the evening and went up to his office. 


I felt like I could finally breathe again—fresh air, light shoulders. Mom was perfectly fine now. Still, I kept glancing at my phone, waiting for a text or call from Luca.


“You really know how to get yourself worked up, tesoro,” Raul said behind me, then came around to stand in front of me.


He took the phone from my hand and gently lifted my chin. “Don’t worry. When she wakes up, I’m sure he’ll call right away. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours yet.”


I sighed and looked away. He was right, but it didn’t stop the worry from bubbling beneath my skin.


“Come on, let’s get started with rehearsal,” he said, and I nodded, following him to our usual practice room.


After rehearsing for hours, we took a break. We settled on the couch in the corner of the room, breathing a little easier now.


“Angel,” he called.


I looked at him, waiting.


“You know you’re moving in with me today, right?”


I s

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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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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