💮͓̽His Mistress💮

Angel By Name, Brat By Nature.

️ Content Warning (Explicit)

This chapter contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and themes of infidelity, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation.

Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for mature audiences 18+.

If you are sensitive to morally gray relationships, explicit erotica, or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution.

Angel's Pov.

Dropping to my knees like the desperate sinner I was, I wrapped my fingers around him, dragging my nails along the throbbing veins that marked his shaft.

The sight of his swollen tip and the feel of his heat in my hand made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb—soaked and aching with fresh want.

I licked my lips, teasing the swollen tip with a slow swirl of my tongue before slipping him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as he gripped my hair, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

I bobbed my head, setting a slow, deliberate pace, savoring his taste—salty and intoxicating.

His groans, curses, and whispered praises fueled me, each sound urging me to please him more.

"Fuck..... Angel...you're so good," he rasped, his voice thick with need.

His hips flexed, forcing himself deeper into my throat until he finally released, his hot cum coating my tongue and spilling across my lips and breasts.

I felt it drip down my chest just as the sound of the shower shutting off echoed from behind the door.

Perfect timing.

I rose, licking my lips, relishing the taste of him.

"Angel, are you really gonna walk out on me like that?" He groaned, his voice rough with frustration, his eyes blazing.

I flashed a wicked wink, sauntering to the door.

"Patience, Papì," I purred, stepping outside to linger just beyond the threshold like the wicked tease I was.

He yanked his pants up, his erection still straining against the fabric, a delicious sight from where I stood.

Catalina sashayed in, her blonde hair damp, a towel clinging to her curves.

"Why didn't you join me in the shower, baby?"

She pouted, standing close to him. His eyes never left me, ignoring her entirely.

I cupped my tits, slowly licking his cum off my nipple, my tongue swirling provocatively.

His jaw clenched, a dangerous glint in his gaze—I knew I'd pay for this tease, but I craved the trouble.

"Am I the cause of that, baby? Want me to take care of it?" Catalina slurred, her voice dripping with seduction as she eyed his arousal.

Jealousy flared in me. Bitch, please. I was the reason that cock was throbbing.

Ignoring her, I focused on tormenting him, wiping his cum from my face and sliding my fingers into my mouth, sucking slowly, my eyes never leaving his.

His stare darkened, desire coiling tighter with every second.

I slipped my fingers down to my pussy, teasing my clit, ignoring the warning in his eyes. I wanted him feral, desperate.

"Are you even listening to me? What are you looking at?"

Catalina snapped, turning to follow his gaze. I ducked behind the wall, heart pounding with a thrill coursing through me.