Bonus Shackled Novella - Stefan II
Doesn’t he have anything better to do than tell me where I can or can’t fuck Angel? Because if it is up to me, I’d take her to the Blood Lodge and fuck her in front of everyone so that I can show the others that my wife is the best fuck in the world. “Take your food and fuck off,” I snap at Alekos, eager to start my night with Angel sooner.
Angel stops sucking me, and before she can ask anything, I push her down my cock. “Don’t stop!” It sounds like I’m ordering, and maybe I am, but she has no idea what she’s doing to me. She narrows her eyes but puts me back into her mouth and sucks me gently without the intention of making me cum. It doesn’t matter, as I plan to fuck her later on. After I properly eat her pussy.
Reyes grabs the plates he set up for Alekos and him before stepping into the house. “If you upset her in any way, I’m going to rip off your piercings,” he makes clear before grabbing the food and leaving with Alekos.
Angel stops giving me a blowjob. “Why are you chasing Reyes and Alekos away?”
I pull Angel to her feet. “They have to inspect the island for any danger.”
She looks after them. “They do?” She sounds confused. “Without us? We were supposed to go together.” Her eyes turn sad.
Fuck!
Fuck!
I need to come up with a better excuse as to why they are leaving.
I grab the serving bowl and lead her out on the porch. “We can do the same after we eat,” I say after I sit on the chair and pull Angel across my lap so that I can look at her face. My cock is still pretty much erect and out of my shorts, and her pussy gets right on top of it. Ramming inside her is very tempting, but it would also mean that she won’t eat anything tonight.
“I thought we came here to spend quality time together, not just fuck.” Angel sounds disappointed.
Not wanting to upset her even more, I tell her the truth, “I wanted to spend some alone time with you.”
The smile returns to her lips. “You should have just said so.” I fill the plate with pasta and grab the fork, but before I even dip it in the food, Angel stops me. “Can I have the cake first?”
“If you have that first, you won’t eat anything else.”
She leans her head on my shoulder. “But I’m really craving cake.”
I should say no, but I’m so weak when it comes to Angel. What if she is still fighting jet lag? And how can I not give her what she wants when she asks me so sweetly? “With the condition that you’ll drink all the juice.”
At least she doesn’t fight me on this part, as she says, “Deal.”
I grab the glass and bring it to her mouth. “Drink,” I instruct her.
She takes a few sips before I put the glass back on the table.
“How long are you going to treat me like a child?” Angel huffs when I try to feed her cake. I frown, and she keeps speaking. “What will happen when our child is a few years old? Would you still insist on feeding me? I’m an independent woman, for fuck’s sake.”
If there’s one thing that I learned since Angel got pregnant, it’s that hormones can be a hell of a ride, and she can go from being cheerful one moment to crying ‘because she is fat,’ which I find so amusing because she is thin and the baby bump is barely visible.
I run the fork across her lips, coaxing her to open. “Taking care of you has nothing to do with you not being capable of feeding yourself.” She seems to think for a moment before parting her lips and eating what I give her. “It’s about showing how much we love you,” I remind her.
Her shoulders drop. “I don’t understand.”
I tilt my head to the side. “What don’t you understand?”
Angel grazes her teeth over her bottom lip. “Why do you, Alekos, and Reyes love me.”
My frown turns into shock. “Because you are our hellstar.”
She looks away. “Oh.”
The bond lets me know she is sad. Fuck. I grab her chin and make her look at me. “In case you have forgotten, let me remind you that we wanted you even before we learned you are our hellstar. We love you because how could we not?” I claim her lips, kissing her gently while rubbing her back. Gradually, she relaxes in my arms. “You are beautiful, smart, sexy and funny. In other words, you are amazing.”
Happiness returns to her, and a smile appears on her sweet lips. “I’m not amazing, but thank you for saying so.”
Knowing that her mood has improved, I feed her more cake. Yet, I can tell something is still bothering her. I make the mistake of asking her what’s wrong. “You know you can always talk to me about anything that’s on your mind,” I try to make it clear to her in case she has forgotten.
She shakes her head. “I’ll only manage to anger you, and I don’t want to ruin our honeymoon.”
Feeling that some important conversation is about to happen, I do my best not to think about my very erect cock, which is right beneath Angel’s pussy. “I promise I won’t get angry.”
She lets out a long breath before speaking. “First, I want to say that I know you love me. But at the same time, I can’t help but wonder if you are with me because your friendship with Reyes and Alekos is that important to you or because you truly want to be with me. After all, you only ‘came to your senses’ after you learned the truth about Emily.”
Angel’s words sting because I try my best to show her how much I love her. Clearly, I’m doing something wrong. She is also right about me getting angry, but for once, I try to have a proper conversation with her. So I reveal something that neither my blood-brother nor I had mentioned to her before. “I saw what Carlos did to you. Everything he made you do in the Celestial Heaven.“ Until now, I let her believe I only saw how Carlos beat her with the leather paddle but not how she was humiliated by every man present there. A mortified expression appears on her face, but she quickly gets over it when she realizes I’m not going to comment on that part. I don’t want to force her to speak about something she is not ready to face. When that moment comes, she’ll need a lot of support not only from me but from Reyes and Alekos as well. “What happened to you is my fault. And you still screamed my name for help. I’m still disgusted with myself for how I treated you. Somehow, you took me back. But the reason I love you is not because of all of that but because of how you make me feel.”
When I stop, Angel encourages me to keep speaking. “How do I make you feel?”
“Alive,” I tell her the truth. “Before you, I was dead inside. You gave me back my will to live. Apart from all the amazing sex we have, you make me laugh, but at the same time, you keep me on my toes. I never know what you’re going to say next. Earlier, you made a reference to our first time shopping. That day I was so close to fucking you. If you hadn’t stopped when you did, I would have dragged you to the middle of the store and fucked you in front of everyone. Which led to me kicking you out because you were tempting me like no other woman before; I didn’t know how to deal with what I felt.”
She gives me a quick peck on the lips. “I would have let you do anything you wanted to me,” she pauses, probably to find a logical way to explain her words. “Because I was so desperate to be loved, especially by you. You hated me so much, which made me want you even more.” She cringes at her own words. “I sound so pathetic, don’t I?”
I kiss the column of her neck. “I never hated you.”
No wonder she needs to be shown constant love when her own father has deprived her of it. I’m the pathetic one as I failed to see the pain behind her actions and her desperate cry for help. It explains why the demons from the Catacombs have been so vicious with me, inflicting as much pain as possible on me, so I’d never forget that I’m not worthy of this amazing woman.
Angel had asked me several times what had happened during those days, but such…atrocities are not for her ears to hear.
Most likely, she’d feel guilty for what the demons did to me. She still gets sad when she touches the scars on my abdomen. That’s why I had them covered with tattoos. Even behind the ink, they still burn my skin, each letter a warning to never hurt my bonded again.
“We both know you didn’t like me, so why won’t you admit the truth?” Angel insists that I hated her.
I fist her hair, and before I devour her mouth, I make it clear to her, “I hated the idea of moving on, but I never once hated you. Why do you think I had all those photos of you on my phone? Because I used them to jerk off while imagining all the ways I’d make you scream while my dick filled you with cum.”
She wants to stay something, but I silence her with a rough kiss, punishing her lips for saying all those stupid things, punishing her for believing I hated her. She returns the kiss mirroring my energy. Looking back at everything, I realize what a fool I have been and how I could have avoided a lot of shit and heartache if only I would not have fought against my feelings. It’s like I wanted to be unhappy.
Angel straddles me and rubs her little pussy all over my cock.
Being happy is so damn easy. Especially when Angel is so easy to love. It took us time to get to where we are, but I swear I have never thought I would love being married so much. Being her husband was why I was born.
I break the kiss only to tell Angel, “Let’s finish eating so we can go collect seashells along the beach.”
Leaning her forehead against mine, she says, “Sounds like a date.”
I take more cake on the fork and bring it to her mouth. “In case you haven’t noticed, it already started.”
All her features soften. “I love you.” Earlier, when I was inside her, and she said the same thing, I attributed it to a slip of the tongue and not something she actually meant. I know she loves me, but she never told me directly. But her repeating it makes it real, showing me that she is sincere.
I wrap my free hand around her neck and, looking into her eyes, and say, “You are my little Schatzi,” even if she hates when I call her such. But how can I call her something else when she is my treasure? She is more than that. She is my everything.
In typical Angel fashion, she says something that makes me laugh hard. “Are you planning on fucking me anytime soon, or do I have to go look for Alekos and Reyes because talking wasn’t part of the honeymoon activities. Or did I get it wrong?”
“You are a little sex addict.”
She narrows her eyes. “Look who’s talking.”
“There’s no way in hell I can keep my hands off of you, especially when you are parading your sexy mamacitá body in front of me. What’s your excuse?”
Angel runs the tip of her finger down my chest. “There’s nothing sexy about me, but you, on the other hand,” she bites her bottom lip before continuing, “you are so fuckable.”
I frown. “I don’t know what you mean, but you might need glasses if you think you are anything but gorgeous.”
Instead of arguing more, she says, “The food is getting cold.”
I make sure Angel eats the entire cake slice and drinks her juice before I wolf down my pasta. Once we finish dinner, I quickly clean the table, grab a pair of white stockings from the closet, help her put them on, and interlacing Angel’s fingers with mine, we step on the beach.
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