"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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💮Angel💮
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the nude-colored gown Raul had picked out for me.
The shimmery polyester clung to my body like a second skin, tracing every curve I possessed. Tiny diamonds were intricately stitched into the fabric, catching the light with every breath I took.
The plunging neckline, barely concealed by a sheer body net, teased just enough—my breasts gently peeking through without shame or apology.
My curly hair was swept up into an elegant updo, with a few soft strands cascading down the sides of my face.
I kept the makeup nude and minimal to match my skin tone, finishing off with a glossy sheen that kissed my lips.
The diamond jewelry he gifted me sparkled beneath the vanity lights. I slipped them on quickly, then stepped into my heels and made my way downstairs.
That's when I saw him.
Leaning effortlessly against the wall, Raul looked like sin in a suit.
The black tailored tux hugged his frame perfectly, paired with a satin black shirt left partially unbuttoned to reveal his sculpted chest.
A silver chain rested on his skin, peeking between the open fabric, while hints of ink teased beneath.
His curls were pulled into a low bun, and his expensive black shoes completed the look—elegant, dangerous, and undeniably sexy.
The moment his eyes landed on me, he bit down on his lower lip, and my body betrayed me—heat flared between my thighs. That smirk—God, that smirk—could vibrate a clit into submission.
He closed the distance, extending his hand, the rings on his fingers glinting—cool, masculine, powerful caught the light.
I placed my hand in his. His warmth seeped into my skin as he guided me down the stairs and pulled me into his chest.
His cologne, rich and woody, sizzled through my senses, clouding my thoughts.
"You look breathtaking, tesoro," he murmured, voice so deep and husky it fried every circuit in my brain.
"You look sexy too, Raul," I whispered against his lips, my thumb grazing his sharp jawline.
My gloss left a faint mark on his lips.
"Oh, really?" he teased, his palm sliding over my ass before giving it a soft slap. Then he stole a kiss—short, hot, teasing.
The moment was fleeting but left me aching for more.
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"*Angel!*"
"*Angel, Raul!*"
Our names echoed through the crowd as we arrived at the event hall. Flashing lights flared from every direction, fans screaming like the world was on fire.
