The Slut He Chose.
Angel’s POV
Since Raul gave me a three-day break from the studio, I decided to make the most of it. No scripts. No cameras. Just time to breathe—and maybe, to think about what happened in the kitchen.
Except I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The way he kissed me. The way his body pressed against mine. The memory sparked a painful twitch in my nipples, making me rub my thighs together in desperation.
After dinner, I returned to the room I’d woken up in and took a long shower. He’d given me one of his shirts to sleep in, and God, I didn’t want to give it back. It clung to me like his scent—woodsy, expensive, masculine. Addictive.
I stepped out to the balcony to cool off and rejuvenate. My phone had been off for three days. Luca was probably going insane by now.
With a sigh, I powered it back on. As expected, dozens of missed calls and texts flooded in.
Luca \[12 Missed Calls\]
Luca: Are you okay?
Luca: Call me, please.
Luca: Angel if you don’t answer I swear I’ll file a missing person report.
I didn’t waste another second. I hit call.
He picked up on the first ring. “Angel? Jesus Christ, where the hell have you been?! I was about to call the cops.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’s been a busy week for me.”
“You can’t just disappear like that, sis. Do you know how scared I was?”
“I’m safe,” I said softly. “I promise.”
There was a pause, then a sigh. “You sound… different.”
“I guess I am,” I admitted, not sure if that was a good or bad thing.
“Where are you?”
“Somewhere quiet, and safe.”
He didn’t press further. He never did. That’s one of the many reasons why I loved him.
“Okay,” he said gently. “I’ll see you on Sunday?”
“Yeah. Sunday.”
“Alright, sis. Goodnight. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said, smiling faintly as I hung up.
“Your boyfriend?”
His voice cut through the silence, deep and unexpected, making me jump. I spun around to find Raul standing behind me, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp and unreadable.
“Why does it matter, Raul?” I asked, crossing my arms. But I should’ve known better than to challenge him when his eyes looked like a storm about to break.
Before I could blink, his hand was wrapped around my throat—not tight, but possessive, claiming. His gaze pierced into mine with heat that could set the sky on fire.
“I’d advise you to watch your tone and stop playing games, tesoro,” he growled, voice low and dangerous—sex wrapped in velvet.
I should’ve stepped back. I should’ve looked away. But I smirked, because I’m stupid like that, and brushed my fingers over the bulge in his pants.
“Or else what?” I challenged—and that was a fucking mistake.
He yanked my hair back with a growl and bent me over without a second thought. His grip on my hips was punishing as he dragged me flush against him, making sure I felt every inch of his arousal pressed against my ass.
Then came the slap. A sharp, stinging strike that echoed in the silent night and sent a shock of pleasure straight to my core.
“Mhmm,” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut as the pain melted into something wickedly addictive. It felt surreal—like a filthy dream I didn’t want to wake up from. But this wasn’t a fantasy.
It was my reality.
“Don’t fucking tease me, Angel,” he growled into my ear. “Know your place—or I’ll teach it to you.”
Another slap. This time harder.
“Who am I to you, Raul?” I moaned, my voice dripping with submission.
He pulled me upright, my back to his hard chest, one arm coiled around my throat, the other gripping my hip like he owned it.
“You really want to know, Caramella?” he hissed, sliding a hand down to press over my still-covered heat. “You. Are. My. Slut. My perfect little slut. And I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”
He pinched my folds through the fabric, and my knees nearly buckled.
I could barely breathe. I didn’t want to.
But then—Catalina’s face flashed in my mind like a slap of reality.
“Raul, Catali—”
“If you say her name one more time, tesoro,” he cut me off, his voice all poison and fire, “I swear I’ll fuck you so hard the only thing flowing in your veins will be my cum.”
It was insane. He was insane. But hearing that threat from him… it didn’t sound impossible.
“Stop running, Angel. We both know how much you want this—want me. I know what we’re doing is wrong. Illegal, even. But you know what, sweetheart?”
He spun me around, fists gripping my arms tight.
“Heaven bless my sinful soul and let me in on the last day, because I’m ready to go against everyone just to have you as my slut and call you mine, Angel.”
“You are mine, Angel. My perfect slut.”
He pulled me harshly and slammed his lips onto mine. He devoured my mouth with dominant hunger, and yet—I didn’t feel satisfied.
I wanted Raul D’Amano. I wanted all of him.
He didn’t let me touch him. Instead, he locked my wrists behind my back and deepened the kiss, biting down on my lower lip until I moaned into his mouth.
“Jump.”
I obeyed. He caught me effortlessly, his hands cupping my ass while I tangled my fingers in his curls.
He threw me on the bed, hovering over me like a god in control.
“Raul,” I moaned, arching when his tongue flicked over my collarbone, traveling lower to my boobs, then he stopped, and looked up at me.
He stopped and looked up at me, and I found myself getting lost in his electrifying orbs.
Then, that smirk—cocky and dangerous—spread across his lips as he pulled me into his chest, holding my waist firmly.
“I won’t do anything to you yet, Caramella. I want us to take this gradually, but I’m not promising you anything, tesoro—especially when you tease me with that body of yours,” he whispered, his palm squeezing my ass, making me moan into his ear.
Right from the first day I locked eyes with him, I knew Raul D’Amano wasn’t a saint.
“Let’s go to sleep,” he whispered against my lips and gave me a chaste kiss.
I knew he was dark and dangerous, and I’m going to let him consume me with his darkness and corrupt me with his sin.
He spooned me in his arms, making me feel protected and warm within them.
I smiled in victory as I caressed his knuckles and the rings on them. Two steps down and one more to go—then Raul D’Amano will be mine.
I’m in his abode, his room, on his bed, and in his arms. I’ve gotten to be touched by him and feel him. He has claimed my body. Now, the last and maybe the toughest step: to claim his heart.
I won’t judge him for cheating on Catalina, because for some reason, she doesn’t seem as perfect as she appears to be. And Raul doesn’t look like the kind of man who would intentionally choose to be disloyal.
Well, whatever may be going on in their marriage, I’m glad I’m the slut he chose.
It’s very ironic how I used to flare up whenever I was called a slut—but now, I’m ready to be a slut. His slut. Just to have him and stay in his arms.