💮͓̽His Mistress💮

Dirty Promises, Tender Words.

Angel's Pov.

After dinner, he took me on a late-night drive around the city, eventually stopping on a hill with a breathtaking view of the skyline shimmering below.

We sat on the trunk of his car, our fingers intertwined, the cool night air brushing our skin as we gazed at the heavens.

His warmth anchored me, his thumb grazing my knuckles in a rhythm that felt both soothing and possessive.

"Raul," I murmured, breaking the quiet.

He hummed, his deep voice vibrating through me.

"Was your marriage to Catalina forced?" I asked, my voice soft, eyes fixed on the stars to avoid his gaze.

He didn't answer immediately, the silence was heavy.

"Yes, Angel," he finally replied, his tone carrying a trace of resignation. My heart lifted slightly, but I pressed further.

"So you never felt anything for her?"

"You want honesty?" He asked, and I turned to meet his piercing blue eyes, nodding.

"No, Angel. I tried to love Catalina, but I couldn't," he mumbled.

The lingering look in his eyes signaled a battle he'd tried and failed to win. And I don't know how that makes me feel.

"I used to think sex would be the ultimate connection between us, but it always felt hollow. Sometimes I was tempted, but the moment we started, it never felt right."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Besides, we have very different tastes."

I raised a brow.

"Catalina's into plain, vanilla sex. But me? I crave foreplay—I want a woman who's both submissive and a kinky brat, desperate for my touch and punishment."

His hand slid to my ass, squeezing firmly, and a soft moan escaped me, my body reacting instantly.

"Just like you, Angel. I love when she screams my name as I take her to the edge of pleasure. I love having her orgasms at my mercy, holding her neck tight while I fuck her hard, her moans creating the perfect harmony. I love when she rides me and sucks me like a perfect little slut."

I didn't need anyone to tell me who the 'she' was.

"Raul..." I moaned as his fingers traced slowly up my legs.

"Are you ever going to get tired 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 to this twisted heart of mine."

My lips parted, heart trembling.

"I tried to fight how I felt. I wanted to be loyal—to keep the vows I made to a woman who broke me more times than I can count. But you..." He exhaled, voice thick with emotion.

"You were irresistible. Your sinful sweetness. Your innocence wrapped in temptation. Everything about you pulled me in, Angel."

A shaky smile broke through my tears. "So that means... you love me, Raul?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper. A part of me still braced for rejection.