Mistress Deep Love Novels & Stories

Right now only I and Damien stood on the dance floor, the faint music guiding our steps. I stared at the man in front of me, feeling that he was quite good looking. Even more good looking than Kaius, who I had almost died for. The way the lights danced across his face made my breath hitch, and I found myself inching closer for a kiss. He was my husband. Damien Gray was my husband. Before our lips touched, my stomach churned with something unfathomable, and I excused myself to the rest room. I made my way through the narrow hallway of the Pierre family mansion, my heels echoing. All I wanted to do was to empty my stomach, but just as I took a turn, a hand yanked me.

“Now ride him. His face. While he’s still soaked.” Liane dropped, mounted Gabriel’s face, and cried out as his tongue found her again. Mistress sat back on the throne and spread her legs. “All of you. Watch me cum.” They did. Her fingers circled her clit, slow, precise. She watched Liane tremble, watched Eren sag, watched Gabriel give every last bit of himself. Then Mistress threw her head back and moaned — low, guttural, victorious. Her orgasm rolled through the room like thunder.

of me? What if we get married and you realize I’m not the one? Will you cheat on me?” Tears streamed down my face as I voiced the fears clawing at my heart. He sighed deeply, then sat up and gently pulled me into his lap. “Mi Amorè, I didn’t cheat on Catalina because I wanted to be a disloyal man. Even with everything she put me through, I never once considered being with another woman while I was still her husband. It’s unfortunate for her and very fortunate for me… that you walked into my life, Angel.” His hand cupped my cheek, thumb wiping away a tear. “I’ll never get tired of you, tesoro. I know you’re the one for me. We’re made for each other. Even your flaws are beautiful

“I know that you two aren't just friends. You're more than that. I believe you're in a relationship. How then is it that you love me?” He took a deep breath. “I know that is what it might seem but that's not exactly what it is,” he explained as I keenly paid attention. “Sarah and I have a thing for each other but it's not love. She's just my Mistress, that's all. It's an arrangement of convenience. Until you came, I had never seen anyone that I could call my love. She knows that too. She knows that I don't love her. She offered to be my mistress until I found someone whom I would want to make my Luna. Then, she would cease to be my mistress.”

"Who are you calling a mistress? According to the order of arrival, Ryan and I have known each other since childhood. So I can’t be the mistress. And if being unloved means being a mistress, then it's even less me!" Each word made my heart ache even more. According to her, the past three years of what I thought was a good marriage were nothing but illusions. I met Ryan's gaze. It was as deep and dark as a bottomless abyss and forced a bitter smile on my face. "Is that how it is, Ryan?" Having loved him unwaveringly for seven years, I was now branded a "mistress." Regardless of what others said, I just wanted to know his thoughts. Leaning against his arm, Jessica coquettishly lifted her chin.

Vera panicked. "Orion, why are you keeping this gold-digger? Isn’t she bad luck?" Orion merely kept kissing Vera’s hair, again and again. "Baby, don’t you think it’s interesting to keep her here and let her watch how affectionate we are? Baby, I’m not done playing yet. Let’s go for another round, okay?" A rag had been stuffed into my mouth. I could only watch helplessly as the man who had once loved me for five years now held another woman and tangled with her in passion.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

Mistress Hawthorne. I found a little slave falling in love with her master, which is not allowed in the castle. Mera is always distracted in class. Her hands are cupped around her face, and she looks out the window and smiles, like a little girl in love. After my careful observation, I was pretty sure she liked her master. I had told her in all seriousness that a slave could not fall in love with her master, but apparently she didn't take my warning seriously. She was not a good girl, but a bad one.