Tesoro, Will You?

Tesoro, Will You?
💎Raul💎

"Where are we going, Raul?" Angel asked for the third time, her voice tinged with impatience. 

Patience was never her strong suit.

"Relax, tesoro," I teased, a smirk tugging at my lips. 

"It's not like I'm going to kill you."

"Are you sure about that?" she shot back, her tone playful but edged with suspicion. 

"With my eyes blindfolded and no clue where you're taking me, how do I know you're not planning to off me?"

I rolled my eyes, guiding her carefully down the stairs, her hand warm in mine. 

"Take off the blindfold, but promise you'll keep your eyes closed."

She hesitated, then nodded. "Tesoro—" I drawled, needing her word.

"I promise, Raul," she assured, her voice softening.

"You can take it off."

She untied the blindfold, her eyes still dutifully shut, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. 

I glanced up to see Mamá, Joanna, Mia, and the others watching from the edge of the backyard, their encouraging smiles bolstering my nerve.

I never thought I'd be here—on the verge of baring my soul, ready to kneel for a woman. 

Love wasn't something I believed in anymore, not after Catalina's arranged marriage or Claretta's bold betrayal. But Angel? She's the first, the only, woman I'd ever go down on one knee for.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Her voice broke my thoughts, a nervous edge to it.

I took a deep breath, swallowing my pride. This is for her, Raul. The woman you love.

I pulled the black velvet box from my pocket and lowered myself to one knee, the grass cool beneath me. 

"Open your eyes, Angel," I said, my voice quieter than I intended.

Her gray eyes fluttered open, shimmering with tears and surprise as they locked onto mine. 

"Raul—"

"If someone had told me six months ago I'd find happiness again, I'd have bet my entire fortune they were wrong," I began, my voice steady despite the knot in my chest. 

"After everything I've been through, I thought joy was gone for good. Then you walked into my life, Angel, like a damn miracle."

Her lips parted, a tear slipping down her cheek.

"You brought light to my darkness. Your smile, your laughter, your voice, that intoxicating scent of yours—they filled every empty part of me. You showed me what it means to live again, to feel alive. You captured my heart, and now I'm your willing prisoner, tesoro. I want to spend my life in your hold, to build a family with you, to grow old with you. Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. D'Amano?"

I opened the box, the ring glinting in the soft evening light. Her next word nearly stopped my heart.

"No."

I shot to my feet, confusion and pain crashing through me. "No?"

She laughed through her tears, her smile radiant. 

"Of course not, silly. Yes, I'll be your wife. Put the ring on already!"

Relief flooded me, my heart pounding as I slid the ring onto her finger, her hand trembling in mine. 

I pulled her close, her tears soaking my shirt as I held her, the world fading to just us.

💎 Angel💎

"You promised you wouldn't prank me anymore," Raul growled lowly, his voice husky and dark. "And you know you're pregnant, yet your craving for my cock has gotten even worse."

The heat in his voice set fire to my pussy.

My cheeks flushed, a nervous laugh escaping as I recalled the last prank I pulled on him—and the consequences. 

I really should have known better.

"I love you, Mrs. D'Amano," he murmured, and before I could respond, his lips captured mine in a searing kiss.

"Let's keep it PG-18, yeah? Nikki's still here," Edmundo called from the crowd, making us look up.

The rest of the family had gathered—smiling, teary-eyed, clapping. 

Was this the surprise Dad mentioned? That meant... they all knew. My chest tightened, and fresh tears filled my eyes.

I glanced around to take in the setup: the backyard had been transformed into a dream. 

Twinkling fairy lights strung above danced gently in the breeze. A white linen canopy fluttered above a candle-lit dinner table. 

Soft music played from hidden speakers, and a path of rose petals led from the house to where we stood.

It felt like something out of a fairytale.

"Thank you, Raul," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. He pulled me into his chest, his heartbeat steady against me.

BOOM! A gunshot shattered the serenity.

Raul immediately shielded me, pulling me tightly into his chest. Screams echoed from the upper floor. 

Then came Nikolai's voice, thunderous and commanding: "Everyone inside—NOW!"

"You think I'll let you have a happy ever after while my life's in ruins?" Catalina's shrill voice cut through the chaos. 

Her eyes were wild, makeup smeared, dress twisted like she'd run through hell. And in her trembling hand... she had a gun.

"No, D'Amanos, you'll never have peace—not over my dead body!"

Raul stepped forward, voice calm but stern, but she swung the gun toward him. 

"Catalina—"

"One more step, and I'll pull the trigger." She warned. 

"I loved you, Raul! I was willing to fix us! But no—you chose her." Her eyes blazed with fury, fixed on me.

I rolled my eyes. The dramatics were exhausting.

"What does she have that I don't?" she demanded.

Raul let out a dark laugh. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Answer me!" she screamed, aiming the gun at me. 

Oddly, I felt no fear—only defiance.

"Fine," Raul snapped. "Angel is real; you're fake. She's loyal; you're a traitor. She's incredible in every way, and you're nothing compared to her."

Catalina shrieked, firing the gun skyward. "You can't say that!"

"Why not? It's the truth, and it should hurt," he shot back, his voice cold.

"If I can't have you, Raul, no one will—not her, not anyone!" she spat, her laughter sharp and unhinged.

"Don't you—"

"Watch your mouth, Raul," she taunted, waving the gun. "I hold your fiancée's life in my hands."

I stepped forward, my voice calm. "There's no point killing us, Catalina. I'm ready to leave Raul."

His head snapped toward me. "What?"

"No, Angel. Don't say that...." he gripped my arm tightly, confused and hurt.

"Raul, please—" I begged.

"I love your spirit," Catalina taunted. "Go ahead, take off the ring and leave."

I met Raul's gaze, offering an apologetic smile, my heart racing. I slid the ring off, holding it out. 

"Come get it, Catalina."

She was clearly taken aback by my surrender—caught off guard, as if she'd expected a fight, not weakness.

"Angel, please don't do this," he begged, his voice cracking.

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she stepped closer. 

The moment she was within reach, I summoned every ounce of strength and kicked her stomach, ignoring the twinge of guilt for her unborn child. 

She let out a sharp cry and fell, the gun clattering to the ground. I snatched it quickly, cocked it, and leveled it at her.

"You should've watched more crime movies," I growled. 

"You're already dumb, Catalina, but this? This was beyond stupid. You thought I'd just hand Raul over?  You've fought me long enough to know I'd never abandon him.  You should have known better.

She whimpered.

"I'd die first—and I'd take you down with me before I let you have him."

I cocked the gun, my finger hovering over the trigger, but Raul's hand closed over mine. 

"Tesoro, stop. You don't want to ruin your life." He gently pried the gun away, pulling me into his arms, his warmth grounding me.

Luca, Bianco, and Nikolai rushed in, hauling Catalina to her feet. Blood trickled down her legs, and she stared at it, then at me, her face contorted with shock. 

"You killed my child!" she screamed, lunging toward me, but the guys held her back.

"You killed my child!" she wailed, tears mixing with her rage. Guilt gnawed at me for the unborn child and Nikolai, its father, but not for her—not an ounce. 

"I'll call the police," Bianco announced, stepping away as Luca and Nikolai restrained her but she passed out before the authorities arrived.

We explained everything to the police, who took her away.

"She belongs in an asylum," Bianco muttered, shaking his head.

My eyes drifted to Nikolai, who stood silently, his face unreadable. 

"Nikolai, I'm sorry," I said softly.

He offered a faint smile that didn't reach his eyes. 

"No, Angel, you did what you had to do to protect yourself."

"But—"

"Don't worry about me, alright?" He waved me off, his voice gentle but strained, then walked away with Bianco and Luca.

"Let's go, tesoro," Raul said, his hand steady on mine as he led me away from the agonizing chaos.

^^^^^

Our fingers intertwined as we drove through Barcelona's darkened streets, the city's lights flickering like distant stars. 

Raul parked the car and took my hand, his grip firm yet gentle, guiding me through an iron gate. 

I glanced around, my breath catching as I realized we were in a cemetery, the air heavy with quiet reverence.

We stopped before a grave, the name Russell D'Amano etched in elegant cursive on the stone. 

"I promised my dad," he began softly, eyes locked on the gravestone, "that the next time I visited, I'd come with the woman I love."

My heart fluttered. I wrapped my arms around his, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sure he's proud of the man you've become, Raul," I whispered.

He turned to me, a small, wistful smile on his lips. "I really do miss him... a lot."

I couldn't say I knew what it felt like to lose someone that close. I'd never experienced that kind of grief, but I could see it haunted him still. 

I only knew one thing for sure—I didn't ever want to lose anyone I loved. Not Raul, not Luca, not anyone I loved. 

We lingered in the quiet, sharing the weight of his grief, before leaving the cemetery's solemn embrace.

Back at the cabin, I stepped out of the bathroom to find Raul on the balcony, his silhouette framed against the night sky, lost in thought. 

Wanting to pull him back from the shadow of darkness that had clouded him, I grabbed my phone and mini speaker.

I connected them and queuing up the song I'd danced to the first day we met—a sultry melody that had sparked what was shared now. 

His head turned, confusion flickering in his eyes as the music filled the air. 

I placed the phone and speaker on the table and sauntered toward him, slow and deliberate, each step laced with seduction. 

His eyes tracked me like a predator—hungry and intense.

I circled him, teasing, and finally settled onto his lap, my legs straddling his thighs. I leaned forward, arching my back so my ass was right in his face.

"Cazzo," he groaned, his hands instantly gripping my cheeks.

"Dance for me, tesoro," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Like you imagined that first day."

My cunt throbbed at his voice. Soaked and needy.

I turned to face him and rolled my hips against his growing erection, grinding slowly. 

He groaned, tilting his head back, his grip firm on my waist. His pleasure was obvious, each sound from him stoking the fire inside me.

I traced my fingers along his jaw, pulled him close by the chin, and kissed him deeply.

His erection pressed insistently between us, hot and hard beneath my soaked panties.

"I want you, Raul," I moaned as his fingers slipped under the band of my underwear, toying with my dripping folds.

"How bad do you want me, darling?" he murmured before biting down on my nipple, the sharp pleasure shooting through me.

I moaned loudly, my hips grinding harder in answer.

"So bad," I whispered breathlessly.

He stood, lifting me effortlessly into his arms, and carried me inside. Gently, he laid me down on the bed.

So he gets to be gentle now because I'm pregnant?

I flipped onto all fours, waiting for him to take me. He didn't disappoint. 

A sharp smack on my ass made me jolt, and then he teased me with the tip of his cock, stroking it between my folds before thrusting deep into me with a force that made my legs quake.

One hand gripped my hip while the other slipped around to rub my clit, fast and precise. 

I buried my face in the pillow to muffle the moans threatening to shake the walls. 

God help us if the neighbors heard—Barcelona might think we were shooting a porno.

His deep, controlled grunts sent shivers down my spine. I pushed back, meeting each thrust, but he was relentless. A damn machine.

"Raul—" I gasped.

"Cum for me, tesoro," he growled.

And I did. Hard. Shaking and gasping as my orgasm overtook me.

But he wasn't done.

He pulled out only to flip me onto my back and slide back in with a deep thrust.

"I love you so much, Angel," he whispered against my lips.

"I love you too, Raul," I breathed, smiling as he kissed me again, his body moving with slow, deep rhythm now. Possessive. Reverent. Like I was his whole world.