Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 109

109. Angel

While my

time in Tazacorta was short, it did help me find myself. Alekos might have said we were spending a few

days out on the Atlantic Ocean, but as we started packing my things, I knew I would never return to La

Palma. After saying ‘goodbye‘ to everyone in town, my mates and I got on the yacht and left. There

were no signs of my father or him ever being tortured by Reyes and Rin. Maybe Rin cleaned the yacht

and got rid of my father’s body before returning to the States, as I hadn’t seen any of them since the

day my father almost killed me.

It’s been a few days since we have been sailing, and I’ve spent most of the time in bed as seasickness

hit me hard. Today, I feel good enough to lounge on the deck, my back facing up, listening to Alekos

and Reyes talking while making lunch as Stefan sets the table. I did offer to help, but they told me to

relax and enjoy our vacation. They have forbidden me to work; the only rule is to let them spoil me all

the time I don’t know what to think about it, as I was never spoiled, but after everything they have put

me through, I deserve some princess treatment. Plus, their baby is growing in my belly, and it is hard

work. And if they want my forgiveness, not that they asked for it, I do know they want things to return to

normal, whatever that means as normal for them is me on my knees, their cocks in my mouth all the

time, they will have to prove to me that I can trust them.

My mates.

Funny that I think of them like that, but that’s how Wasp thought of those who have a hellstar. I wonder

what her story is. She is very private. Of all the hellstars I met at the Sanctuary, she never revealed her

true name or let me see her face, a mask always covered her face. When I asked about it, she said she

had an accident when she was younger, which left her with permanent scars.

Stefan finishes setting the table and comes to sit on the lounge chair next to me. His fingers touch my

back. “Did you put on sunscreen?” Then he squeezes my left butt cheek. “I would hate to see your

pretty ass get burned.”

When I got on the deck, I was wearing a bikini, but since the weather is nice, I decided to ditch it to get

a nice tan. “If that were to happen, kissing it would make me feel better.”

Stefan spanks me, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “I will kiss it and fuck it and absolutely fill it

with cum.”

He sounds like Reyes. I didn’t know Stefan was an ass guy too. And I still hate anal, although it does

not hurt as it did the first time Reyes fucked my ass.

“More than you already did?” What are these three men eating that they are constantly horny?

“Ah, Schatzi, you have no idea,” he murmurs.

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me Schatzi anymore? I am not your fucking treasure!” I hiss,

Him still calling me that makes me angry all the time.

“Do I need to punish you for disregarding my feelings?”

“You have feelings? For who? Because it is obvious they are not for me.”

He slaps my thighs. “Don’t make me fuck you so hard you can’t walk for a few days.”

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If I say yes to that, will he think I am a sex addict? And why do they think everything is solved by

fucking me?

“So, I was right in the end; you do want to be my Daddy as well. Or maybe Sir?”

Stefan rolls his eyes. He really dislikes when I call him that. “How about I paint your ass bright red with

my palm, and then I choke you on my cock. It’s been a while since you sucked me.”

I shrug. “Not my fault that you were a dick to me. I sucked Alekos this morning in the shower.” No, I

didn’t, but Stefan ́doesn’t know that. “And I gave Reyes a handjob not long ago.” Again, a lie.

“So what do I get?”

“You get to help me with the sunscreen.”

“The others get to empty their balls while I have to work,” he complains, but his tone lets me know he is

more than eager to touch me.

I rest my cheek on top of my hands. “I thought I was being spoiled, so applying creams is part of the

deal.”

Things between Stefan and I are… awkward at best. Also, between him and Alekos and Reyes. He is

trying to keep his distance but gives me enough attention to not…miss him. I wonder if he is still mad

about me shouting another man’s name when he made me cum. Why did I have to pick Jason’s name

and moan it? Why didn’t I say Antonio, for example?

Stupid, Angel, so stupid.

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I want to bring the subject up, but I don’t know how. So I keep quiet.

Even on a yacht in the middle of the ocean, I get anxious when I am not with them. Why do hellstars

have to be emotionally dependent on their mates?

“Fine, but you owe me a titfuck.”

I resist the urge to look at my chest. “My tits are not big enough for that.”

Stefan takes the sunscreen from the table to my right and puts some on my back. “Your tits are perfect. From NôvelDrama.Org.

How is your

nose?”

“Still tender.”