💮͓̽His Mistress💮

Pretty When You Beg.

💎Angel💎

"Wow, this is so beautiful," I murmured, letting my fingers glide over the smooth, white leather seat of the hydrocycle.

"Come on, let's get on it," Raul said.

I gave him a wide-eyed look and shook my head. "N-no, Raul, I can't ride that monster."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist.

"You're not riding it, tesoro. You're riding on it."

I blinked. "What's the difference?"

He smirked. "One has a preposition, the other doesn't. Now come on." 

His hands found my waist, hoisting me onto the seat with ease.

"Raul, please... if I have to be on this thing, I want to be with you," I pleaded, holding his wrist tightly.

He raised a brow. "You get me thinking sometimes, Caramella. If you're not riding with me, then who?"

My jaw dropped. "W-wait, you can ride this?"

The smug look on his face answered that for me.

"Hold on tight," he warned.

And before I could beg him to reconsider, we were already speeding off into the water.

I clung to him, my head pressed against his back, screaming like a broken siren.

"Jesus, woman! Can you not scream? You're not going to die," he teased, his voice cutting through the roar of the engine.

I peeked an eye open. "Are you sure?"

"You're unbelievable, Angel. If I wanted to kill you, this wouldn't be how," he said dryly.

I gasped and slapped his back—not daring to let go of him completely.

"So you do want to kill me?"

"What do you think my dick is for, baby? Just to pleasure you?" he teased, his voice dropping lower.

My shorts, already damp from the water splashing, grew wetter at his words.

"What now, tesoro? Cat got your tongue?"

That cocky smirk in his tone lit a bratty fire in me. If we were already risking our lives, I might as well have fun.

He was playing dirty. Two could play that game.

"No Raul... in fact, you just gave me an idea."

My hand slid down his chiseled abs, teasing the waistband of his shorts.

"Don't," he growled, but the brat in me was in control.

"You've teased me for too long, baby," I purred. "Time to return the favor."

"Angel," he grunted, the hydrocycle surging faster as he tilted it sharply. Instead of clutching him for balance, I went for his crotch.

"You little slut," he snarled, his frustration turning into something feral.

"Only for you, Papì," I purred, planting kisses down his back and stroking him slowly. I could feel how hard and hot he was in my hand.

"Be careful, Raul. You wouldn't want to crash," I whispered.

His breath hitched, knuckles white around the handlebars, the machine roaring faster across the water.

Waves splashed over us, but I didn't stop. I kept going, pushing him to the edge.

"You like that, hmm?" I teased, feeling his body tighten beneath my touch.

"Angel—" his voice strained.