Mistress Del Rio Novels & Stories

It was suddenly hard to breath. Something sinister was about to be revealed and I found myself wanting to run so I could not hear it. “ Tell me clearly Melissa! ” I hissed losing my patience with her even though all I wanted to do was run away. “ Damien Knight Castillo had a girlfriend two years ago. She worked at the Castillo hotel just like you... ” Melissa started, her eyes moving up to hold my gaze. I was tongue-tied. My heart was beating in my ears. My palms were sweating.

Isabella commanded. Dolores snapped her eyes open and stared at her disfigured face, her eyes shifted to Isabella's beautiful ones. 'I know you have the intention of trying to get sleep with Salvatore again--" "-No," she whimpered. "You can't fool me, every woman out there wants to be his mistress, and I know you are one of them." "Salvatore belongs to me alone, you get it?" She pulls at Dolores's hair again. Dolores tried to nod her head but only end up hissing when pain shot through her jaws.

In her affection for him, she couldn't forget that he was a mafia lord. The occupied women of the house looked at her and some of them gasped that their mistress was downstairs so early in the morning, and they didn't get to stand in her service. They feared their master and wondered if their mistress was as dominating as him. Delilah looked at them and smiled. Her feet never stopped approaching them and her eyes caught the movements of their faces. Some of them were adept at hiding while some let her see how pale they were. She wondered why. "Good morning, ma'am!"

Those words were uttered in worried tone, clearly describing that Selena was not only a mistress for Xavier Brown. While I was turning on the faucet and ready to wash the plates, my ears also caught the vomitting sound coming from the mistress who had successfully stolen my husband. Well, it was exactly like my prediction whenever I saw the doubt in her stare last time. She couldn't tollerate lactose and any kind of dairy product. Surprisingly, I smiled a little when my hands were busy with washing and rinsing the plates. In my mind, I sneered, "Take your salutary reminder, hustler. It is just nothing compared with what I'm feeling!

She really missed his tenderness. Doris closed her eyes, a light tear falling onto the sofa. In the dense darkness, it had no sense of existence. She just wanted him to hurry up a bit so that she wouldn't have to suffer any more torture, but she knew that his physical strength had always been very perverted. What's more, he was also drinking today. Doris really felt despair.

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him—the handsome yet terrifying man towering before her. Justine dropped her to the floor. Her black cap fell off, releasing her long hair. The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “So, the restroom attendant turns out to be a woman…” he murmured, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it harshly. “Please, sir… let me go. I’m just a worker,” she pleaded, her voice trembling between pain and tears. ---

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

Groomed, per the same notes, over a period of six years for an operational role that had not yet been defined at the time of her recruitment. Assigned, per the last line of the entry, to Project Carter in the year Lumière went international. She had never been a mistress in the ordinary sense. She had never drifted into our lives. She had been an asset. An asset, purchased at nineteen, groomed for a decade, and deployed against me the moment Richard decided I was worth it.

Amidst the unfamiliar faces, my gaze meets with one that I've met not too quite long, and my brows furrow as I watch her lift her glass of wine, taking a sip before turning away from my view. What the fuck was that for? "Isberlt, do you hear what I said even?" Rio laughs beside me, and I take my attention back to him with a shake of my head. "I'm sorry, I got a little caught up. Who's that by the way? You never told me. " I nod towards the direction of the woman's gaze, and Rio's eyes follow before he turns his attention back to me. "The Alpha King's Mistress? I thought I told you already?" Oh right, yes he did. The one he was fucking when we were waiting outside his door. But why a mistress