💮͓̽His Mistress💮

Characters and Aesthetics💮

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⚠️ Quick Reality Check from the Author ⚠️

Now listen, darling reader—before we go any further into this hot mess of lust, betrayal, and Raul D'Amano's sinful charm—let me be crystal clear:

This is FICTION.

Spicy, scandalous, morally questionable fiction.

We love it here. We thrive in the drama.
But in real life?

Please do not fall for a married man.
Do not cheat. Do not be the "other."
This author does not condone that mess in reality—leave that chaos for the pages.

Real love deserves honesty, respect, and a whole lot less drama.

(And trust me, in real life, Raul wouldn't be hot—he'd just be trash with good cologne.)

So let's read responsibly, swoon unapologetically, and keep our real hearts far away from walking red flags.

Books are for fantasy. Real life is for standards.

Love, not scandal – Angel 💋

~Angel~

"Tell me exactly what you want, Caramella," he demanded, his thick, gravelly voice making my nipples harden and my pussy drench itself.

I looked at him through my lashes, biting my lip seductively.

"I want you to fuck me raw while she's in the shower, Raul. Make me yours right here."

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. In one swift motion, he bent me over the couch, yanking my hips back.

"You're a filthy kitten, Angel," he growled, hiking my gown up and ripping my panties off with a single, brutal tug.

The fabric tore with a sharp sound, exposing my dripping clitoris to the cool air.

"It's ironic, isn't it?" He whispered huskily, his lips brushing my neck, igniting every nerve in my body.

"Your name's Angel, yet your desires are pure sin. Your soul is corrupted, far from being an angel."

His words flipped a switch, my body humming with need as he pressed his hard cock against my ass.