Cum For Me
Angel's POV
I sprawled across the couch in my office, magazines and newspapers splattered across the coffee table like pieces of a puzzle.
"Angel Caribello, Rising Star"
"Angel Caribello Said to Be the New Partner of Raul D'Amano"
"Lead Actress of D'Amano's 'The Black Week' Captivates LA with Striking Beauty and Killer Curves"
"Team Razzura"
"Angel Is a Gold-Digger, a Slut, and a Homewrecker Who Destroyed Raul and Catalina's Perfect Marriage. Team Ratalina"
The words stung, some lifting me up, others tearing me down.
I traced my fingers over the glossy pages, my stomach twisting at the venom in the hate comments.
My phone lit up, Luca's name flashing across the screen, and a smile tugged at my lips as I answered.
"Sister," he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep, like he'd just rolled out of bed.
"Took you long enough to call, brother," I teased, leaning back against the cushions. "Found a girlfriend to replace me already?"
He scoffed, and I could picture the annoyed pout on his face.
"I should be saying that, sis. Ever since you landed that job and your fancy boyfriend, you've forgotten your Superman."
His tone was playful, but there was a hint of truth that made me laugh.
"Whoever told you you're my Superman?" I shot back, shaking my head, my curls bouncing.
"Hey, don't deny it," he whined. "You used to call me Superman all the time."
"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep, Luca," I said, grinning.
There was a brief silence, then he broke it.
"Angel, I'm coming over this weekend," he announced, and I poked my cheek, tapping my nose with my finger as I thought about how to relay my response without making him feel bad
"Sorry, Luca, I'm booked Saturday. Got an award show to attend."
"Really? That's huge! I'm so proud of you. Wish I could be there," he gushed, his excitement warming my heart, though my brows creased in confusion.
"Why can't you be there?" I asked.
"Uh, I'm heading to Seattle Friday night," he admitted, his voice hesitant.
"Seattle? Why?" I pressed, a knot forming in my gut.
"Angel, I ran into Dad last week," he said softly.
"He... he wants to see us."
"Dad?" I shot up from the couch, worry etching my face. "What's wrong?"
"It's not too serious," he reassured me. "He just wants to apologize, explain things. I told him about you, and he's dying to meet you, Angel."
I bit my lip, fighting tears.
My Dad and I had been close once, his laughter and warmth a cornerstone of my childhood. Then he vanished, leaving us to drown in Mom's self righteousness.
I craved answers—why he left, why he let us suffer, but the thought of facing him now felt like too much. I wasn't ready.
"Luca, I can't see him yet," I said, my voice faint. "I'm too busy."
"That's okay. We can visit during the break. I'm staying with you for summer anyway—unless your boyfriend plans to hog all your time."
I chuckled through the lump in my throat. "Do you have a problem with Raul?"
"Luca, do you have a problem with Raul?"
"Hell yeah, I do," he admitted, half-joking, half-serious.
"He stole you from me. I used to be the only guy you cooked for, worried about, scolded, played with, got annoyed at. Now I'm splitting you with that bad-boy boss of yours."
I burst out laughing, the sound easing the ache in my chest.
"You're so silly, Luca. I've missed your nonsense, you know that."
"Well, you owe me. So start planning our vacation. I want beaches, buffets, and no interruptions."
"Deal. But you're picking the place."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, Luca. So the next time we talk, I expect an answer."
"You're the best, sis. I love you."
"I love you too. And... one more thing."
"What?"
"Send my greetings to Dad."
Silence hummed between us for a second too long.
"And Mom?" he asked cautiously.
I chewed the inside of my cheek, blinking back tears.
"How's she doing, Luca?"
"Angel, Mom's getting engaged to Dr. Harry. The party's next week."
My heart sank. "That's... good for her," I mumbled. "Send my congratulations."
"Angel, don't shut her out," he pleaded. "She doesn't hate you, you know."
"Doesn't matter, Luca," I responded, my voice cold.
"It's not about hate, Luca. She's made her feelings loud and clear. No call. No apology. Nothing."
My tone was calm but sharp—razor-laced restraint.
"She's been a liability once in my life, and I'm not letting her or her opinions weigh me down anymore."
"Angel—"
"I'll talk to you soon," I hung up and tossed the phone onto the couch.
Funny, isn't it? How relationships once blooming with warmth can sour in the blink of an eye.
I let out a heavy sigh, dragging my fingers through my hair in frustration.
Just as the weight of sadness threatened to pull me under, the doorknob turned with a soft click.
My head snapped up instinctively. No knock, no warning. Luca was the only one bold enough to pull that stunt, but he wasn't anywhere near here.
The door creaked open fully... and in walked Raul, his presence filling the room.
His tie was loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the strong forearms that had pinned me to his bed last night.
My body reacted instantly, heat pooling in my core.
"Angel," he drawled, his voice low and husky, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "You look like you're plotting trouble."
His presence instantly made me forget about the sadness that was going to cover me if he hadn't come.
I smiled softly, rising from the couch, my hips swaying as I closed the distance.
"Maybe I am," I murmured, pressing myself against him, my fingers trailing up his chest. "Missed you today."
He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me flush against his hardening cock.
"You're gonna drive me insane, Angel," he murmured, his lips brushing my neck, igniting a shiver.
"What's got you so worked up?"
"Family drama," I sighed, tilting my head to give him better access. "But you make it better."
"Oh, I'll make it much better," he growled, lifting me effortlessly and pinning me against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist.
"You want me to fuck the stress out of you, tesoro?"
"Yes, please," I moaned, my voice dripping with need as I ground against him. "Make me forget everything but you."
He kissed me fiercely, his tongue claiming mine, his hands sliding under my shirt to find my bare skin.
"No bra either?" he rasped, his fingers teasing my nipples, making me gasp. "You're begging to be fucked, aren't you?"
"Only for you, sir," I whispered, and he growled, yanking my skirt up, his fingers finding my slick folds.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he said, stroking my clit, slow and torturous, until I was trembling.
"Raul, please," I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He didn't tease long, unzipping his pants and thrusting into me, hard and deep, the wall cold against my back.
I screamed, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into me, each stroke erasing the pain of the day.
"Cum for me, Tesoro," he commanded, and I shattered, my climax ripping through me as he followed, his release hot inside me.
We sank to the floor, panting, his arms around me, his lips brushing my forehead.
"You're mine, Angel," he murmured, his voice a promise. "No one else matters."
I nodded, my body still humming, knowing I'd never get enough of him, no matter how messy life got.