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.
"Focus, baby. You want to cum, don't you?" I whispered, biting his shoulder.
A low, guttural sound tore from his throat.
When I felt the warm release on my palm, I pulled back, licking the salty taste of him off my fingers, savoring every second.
"Mine," I whispered.
"I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson," he growled as we reached the shore.
"Hey, son, you didn't tell me you brought the hydrocycle!" his mother called, beaming at the machine.
"Sorry, Mamá. Didn't know you'd want a spin," Raul said, scratching his neck.
She waved him off with a grin. "I always rode with you because you never had a girlfriend. Now you do, so I need a new driver."
"Doesn't matter, Ma—"
"I'll go with Luca," she declared, clapping her hands.
Raul scoffed. "You think I'd let that psycho touch it?"
"Don't be mean," she scolded.
"Jazira, don't tell me you're falling for my brother," I teased. "He's not normal. And he's a walking red flag."
She laughed, undeterred. "Doesn't matter, Angel. We're getting married anyway." She winked dramatically.
"Mamá," Raul warned, his tone sharp.
She rolled her eyes.
"Don't be a fun-killer, son. You know I'm loyal to Russell." A flicker of sadness crossed her face, but her smile held firm.
Raul's eyes darkened at the mention of his father, but he quickly masked it.
"Fine, Mamá. Give the keys to your lover," he hissed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Luca strutted up, grinning like an idiot. "Did I hear that right? You're letting me ride?"
"Don't get too excited," Raul shot back. "I could always take it back."
Luca smirked, wrapping an arm around Jasira.
"Let's go, Jazzy." He snatched the keys and sauntered off.
Raul turned to me, his gaze intense. "Let's go change." He grabbed my hand, leading me to the cabin.
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The sun dipped low, painting the sky in dull orange hues that matched the fire crackling near the shore.
Jazira had insisted on an outdoor dinner, and a large round table was set close to the water's edge, laden with food.
"Wow, this is amazing," Bianco said, his eyes sparkling as he eyed the spread.
"Tell us, Raul, when's the wedding?" Mia's question hit like a spotlight, and all eyes turned to us.
I ducked my head, cheeks burning with shyness.
"We haven't decided yet," Raul replied curtly, shooting his smirking sisters a glare.
Joanna shoved a forkful of pasta into her mouth.
"How'd you get rid of Blondie?"
"I haven't completely, Jay," he responded, his tone clipped.
"I'm surprised she hasn't pulled something stupid yet," Bianco chimed in.
"She'd have to think twice," Mia added. "Can't risk ruining her 'perfect' reputation."
"Exactly," Raul added. "She can't use the media against us—everyone knows about Angel and me."
Jazira's brow furrowed. "What if she does something crazy?"
"We're ready for Catalina, Mamá," Raul assured her. "Don't worry. We've got this." She nodded, but the worry lingered in her eyes.
Joanna shifted the topic. "Why isn't Nikolai here? I miss him."
"Yeah, son, where's your brother?" Jazira asked. "He hasn't answered my calls."
Raul and I exchanged a fleeting glance.
"I don't know, Mamá," he replied, shrugging. "Haven't seen him in a while."
Jazira's face fell, her sadness palpable, but she quickly masked it to keep the evening light.
I noticed Joanna's unusual silence, her focus elsewhere.
When Luca pointed at the water jug in front of me and said, "Sis, pass it," Joanna snatched it before I could move, handing it to him with a shy smile.
The firelight caught her flushed cheeks, and I shook my head, grinning.
Luca, you lucky bastard—first Jade, now Joanna D'Amano?
I was lost in thought, savoring my meal, when Raul's fingers grazed my exposed thigh, pausing at the hem of my shorts. I gasped, my fork clattering to the table.
"You okay?" Mia asked, concern in her voice.
I nodded, forcing a smile, unable to speak for fear of moaning. Raul's touch was relentless.
"Mamá, you haven't heard Angel's story," Raul said out of the blues, smirking. "She should share her life with us." He suggested.
I glared at him. Is this his way of getting back at me?
"Actually, my past isn't that interesting—" I started.
"Doesn't matter," Joanna cut in, her eyes gleaming. "We want to hear it—especially your love life before Raul."
"Uh, Raul is—" I tried again.
"Tell them, sis," Luca interrupted, grinning like a jerk. "Tell them Icy's the first man you've been with in your twenty-four years."
"WHAT?" Joanna shrieked.
"Lower your voice, woman," Raul snapped. She grinned sheepishly, turning back to me.
"Sorry, I'm just shocked. So, you never had a boyfriend?"
"If she hasn't been with a man before Raul, what else does it mean, idiot?" Mia shot her a glare.
"So you were a holy before you met my brother?" Joanna gasped.
"Joan," Jazira said sternly, silencing her, though mischief still danced in Joanna's eyes.
"Don't mind her, sweetie," Jazira said warmly. "Tell us about yourself—how you met Raul and broke through his shell."
I wanted to strangle Raul for putting me on the spot. How do I tell them I was a stripper? That's how we met.
"Go ahead, tesoro," Raul urged, his voice smooth as his finger slid inside me, rubbing my clit slowly.
I shut my eyes, biting my lip to stifle a moan.
"U-uhm, actually, I..." I dug my nails into his thigh as his fingers teased my opening.
"You sure you're alright, Angel?" Mia asked, everyone's eyes on me, including Raul's fake-concerned gaze.
"Y-yeah, just feeling hot," I whispered, desperate to keep my voice steady.
Raul slipped his index finger deeper, drawing a gasp.
"I don't think you're okay," Jazira persisted, standing, but I waved her off.
"No, I'm fine," I insisted, my voice shaky. She sat back down, skeptical.
"So, tell us," Joanna pressed.
"Well, I—" I swallowed hard. "I was a stripper. That's how we met."
Silence fell, but instead of judgment, their faces lit up with curiosity.
"That's an exceptional story," Jazira murmured, encouraging. "Tell us more."
Raul added a second finger, pumping slowly. I couldn't take it.
My head dropped to the table, my palm muffling a moan.
"We're waiting, Angel," Raul teased, his voice infuriatingly calm.
"My stomach's hurting," I blurted, standing on wobbly legs. "I need the bathroom." I fled to our room, collapsing onto the bed, panting.
I yanked off my shorts, and shoved my fingers between my thighs, desperate for relief.
Raul walked in, catching me mid-act. I should've been embarrassed, but I wasn't—he'd driven me to this.
"Don't," he warned, his voice low, but I was too far gone, lost in pleasure.
My hormones were raging, demanding satisfaction, not his teasing torture.
"Tesoro—" he started, but I shut my eyes, moans escaping as I neared my peak.
He yanked my fingers away, and I cried out, tears welling.
"Raul, please," I begged. "I promise I'll never be naughty again."
"No, tesoro," he growled. "You pay for your misdeeds, starting now."
He grabbed my hair, pulling me against him, eliciting a moan.
"You look so pretty crying because I'm denying you," he said, squeezing my cheeks.
"Open your eyes, Caramella." I obeyed, meeting his sadistic smile.
"Want to cum?" he whispered against my lips, tugging my hair. I nodded desperately.
"Y-yes, sir," I moaned.
"I'll have mercy today," he said, tapping my cheek. "But pull that stunt from the beach again, and your pussy will be a slave to my dick."
He spun me around, pushing my head gently to the bed, my ass raised for him.
"You're perfect, Angel. All mine," he growled, and buried his face between my thighs.
His tongue found my clit, and he devoured me like he knew exactly what I needed. He flicked and sucked it just right—confident, relentless, and fucking perfect.
I forgot we weren't alone in the house and surrendered to the pleasure, my moans unrestrained.
Just as I was about to come, he stopped—ripping the climax from me—and yanked me closer by the hips, landing a sharp smack on my ass.
"R-Raul," I gasped, breathless.
He teased my entrance, rubbing the thick head of his cock against my slick folds, threatening to push in but holding back—torturing me with every second.
Why does he have to be so difficult? I screamed into the sheets, frustration mounting.
"Please," I begged. Finally, he buried himself deep inside me.
My moans tangled with his grunts was a filthy melody I never wanted to end.
His hands gripped my ass, thrusting hard, the sound of our bodies slapping and his balls hitting my thighs driving me wild. It was euphoric
"Mi pequeña zorra perfecta siempre se siente tan apretada," he growled in Spanish, his words dripping with sexiness, making me wetter.
("My perfect little vixen always feels so tight.")
"Tú eres mía. Todo mío."
("You're mine. All mine.")
His deep strokes sent me spiraling—eyes rolling back, legs trembling uncontrollably as he kept going, relentless and precise.
I was close. So close. The stars blurred into a haze behind my lids.
"Raul..." I moaned, breathless and wrecked, his name falling from my lips like a desperate plea for more.
Then, I came hard, soaking the sheets, just as he spilled himself deep inside me.
"Dios mío..." he breathed, kissing my ass. He turned me around, gripping my neck softly, his lips claiming mine as his fingers teased my nipples, drawing moans into the kiss.
"Te amo tanto, tesoro."
(I love you so fucking much.)
I didn't need to speak Spanish. His eyes said it all.