Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 101

Shackled (The Lord Series).

101. Stefan

The sight of Angel beneath me makes my demon hum with happiness. I share his feelings. Her face is

flustered, her eyes are full of anger but they still betray her desire for me. She may deny that she wants

me, but I know she needs me. She needs to feel loved and taken care of. And I am more than ready to

show her she is safe with my blood- brothers and me. It took me a long time to see how wrong I was

about her and pushing her away is something I will regret my entire life.

only was

Reyes’s being on the verge of madness was the only thing stopping Alekos from breaking the bond that

ties us together as blood–brothers. I must prove that I am committed to Angel and our child. It’s more

than commitment, for what I feel for Angel is so primal and feral, my body and soul scream in agony to

be united with her.

I push her tank top up to see her stomach without clothes. Shit. I am going to be a father. The baby

bump is barely noticeable, and my fingers itch to touch it again. I place my right hand on her belly. My

heart feels like bursting out with happiness. How much longer until I can feel the baby move inside her?

Angel narrows her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I never cared about being a father or not, but once I learned about the baby….” My gaze rushes to her

face. “Do you really think it’s a girl?”

A daughter who looks just like her mother–that is my blood–brothers and I wish. Maybe it will come

true.

She pushes me on my chest, but I refuse to move. My body trembles with the need to be inside her

and fuck her until she no longer doubts my intentions. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

While Reyes, Alekos, and I were looking for her, there were many moments when I thought we would

never find her. For months, we searched every corner of the city and had Lords do the same all over

the States, but there was no trace of her. It was like she disappeared from the face of the earth. During

those dark times, when we weren’t looking for her, Reyes kept himself busy by killing those who

participated in Angel’s torture, while Alekos spent his time either in his office or at the Blood Lodge.

They refused to speak to me unless I found Angel. I was desperate, drowning in alcohol while looking

for any clue as to where she could be. And then, one week ago, I received an email that contained one

photo of Angel in front of a bar. At that time, I didn’t know it was in Tazacorta, but a quick search on the

internet revealed its location. After I showed it to Alekos, he took the first plane to La Palma. After he

found her

and knew she was well, he called Reyes–who left immediately for Spain. They forbade me to come, but

I had to see her, and only agreed when I told them Rin would join me. They have more trust for Rin,

then they do for me.

“You are not the baby’s father,” Angel huffs. “And get off of me!”

“I might not be her biological father, but she is still mine,” I say. “Just like you are mine.”

I rock my hips, my cock rubbing against her pussy, her heat and wetness driving me crazy.

“Fuck off!” she snarls.

Angel’s nails claw at my chest, digging into my scars, causing me pain. It will be a long time before they

stop hurting.

I grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head. She tries to kick me, but my body on top of her

limits her

movement.

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101. Stefan

“Stop,” she says when the tip of my cock slips between her folds.

“You want this,” I attempt to reason with her as I enter her. A gasp leaves her lips.

Fuck! Fuck!

Reyes was right. Her pussy is pure perfection. I want to punch myself in the nuts for not fucking her

before now.

When I am balls deep inside her, I stop, not wanting this to ever end, but the urge to move is

overwhelming.

Fuuuck!

What the fuck is this sensation?

I have never felt like this before. It’s not only our bodies that are connected but our hearts and souls as

well. I can feel her pain from the broken bond and how we treated her. No wonder Reyes and Alekos

are so protective of her.

“Go ahead and rape me!” she yells as I start to move.

“I am not raping you, and you know it.” 1

I grab her left leg and put it in the crook of my elbow, the new angle allowing me fuck her deeper and

faster. Will her ass feel as amazing as her pussy? How sore will she be if I refuse to let her out of bed

until Reyes and Alekos return, fucking all her holes until she agrees to take us back?

“I never agreed to be fucked by you!”

“If you dislike it so much, why do your hips rise to meet mine?”

Her eyes dart to where our bodies join, her ass up in the air, her hips kissing mine, a blush flushes her

cheeks, staining them red. “Just because it feels good doesn’t mean I like it.”

“Liar,” I call her out on her bullshit and press my mouth to hers. My lip is still sore from how hard she bit

when our tongues meet, I can only focus on how amazing she feels.

I never understood why people liked kissing. Sure, I kissed women before Angel, mostly out of

curiosity, but I didn’t enjoy it. Not even with Emily, but I kept doing it because she liked it. I kissed Angel

because I saw it was something she often did with Reyes and Alekos, and I figured she liked it. To my

shock, I fucking love kissing Angel. Maybe because she is my hellstar? Whatever the case might be, I

want to keep enjoying every part of her body for the rest of my life.

I let go of her wrists and put my hand between us, my thumb rubbing her clit, wanting to make her

come and hear her scream my name. Her pussy clamps on my cock, her breath becoming ragged. It

won’t be long now.

I press my forehead to hers. “Moan for me,” I order her. She shakes her head. “Don’t make me stop

you from cumming and edge you until you do as I ask.” And to prove my point, I slow my movement

and stop rubbing her clit, despite her being seconds away from coming.

“No matter what you do, I won’t moan for you.”

101. Stefan

I chuckle. “Alekos warned me about you being stubborn. Get ready because I am very good at edging.”

Good thing I convinced Rin to make himself scarce until tomorrow. I have a lot of time to play with

Angel.

She presses her lips together, letting me know she is done talking.