Bonus Shackled Reyes
A lightning bolt illuminates the dark grey cloud-covered sky.
Angel buries her face into my chest and covers her ears with her palms. Is she scared of the storm or the thunder? She had never mentioned anything like that before. Or maybe I didn’t take the necessary time to listen because all I want to do is fuck her.
I don’t think I have been so turned on by a woman ever in my life. I’m a sex addict, and I’m proud of it. Nothing compares to fucking Angel’s mouth after a long day at work. Or hearing her whimper when my cock is deep in her ass. How can I possibly ask her about her day when her pussy is sore from how hard I fucked her and cum is dripping down her thighs? Words are not necessary when I love her so much.
I wrap my arms around her and turn on the sound system. Instantly, classical music fills the living room. Some people like to listen to rock or country music, but I find peace in classical music. Maybe it will help Angel relax.
It’s been a few days since we arrived in Bora Bora, and the weather has been perfect until now. The day Alekos and Stefan decided to buy some things on the main island and leave me alone with Angel, a storm started. I thought I’d have plenty of time to fuck her before the others return, but now I don’t think she’ll be interested in screaming my name if she is cowering over some stupid thunder.
Maybe all she needs is my dick to distract her from her fear.
A loud crack of thunder sounds near the bungalow, making Angel whimper. My hands slide from her back to her ass, and I grope it gently.
“Do you want some ice cream?” I try to distract her from the storm. She shakes her head into my chest. “My cock down your throat, then?” I ask her out of courtesy because if I want to fuck her, nothing is going to stop me, not even her fear. Besides, it’s fun to let her think she has a say on when I want to fuck her. If she even thinks about saying no, I’ll shove my cock down her throat anyway. If her mouth is full, she can’t speak.
Looking up at me, she huffs, “Can you stop thinking with your dick for a second and just hold me?”
Holding her in my arms doesn’t sound that bad. But what does she have against me doing what I was designed to do? I might be a Lord, but my only purpose in life is to love her. It’s not the kind of love she might want, but it is the only kind I know. My love is dark, twisted, and cruel at times, but it is sincere. I thought about why I am like this, a cold-hearted man, and the only conclusion I came up with is that I was never taught how to love.
Angel accepted me the way I am, showing me that her love for me is pure. I never had someone love me like that—maybe, except Alec. But it was different since he was my brother. With Angel, it is different; she is not only my wife but also the reason why I haven’t lost my sanity.
During the Piercing Ceremony, when my demon and I were becoming one being, for one moment, my mind slipped, and I found myself surrounded by darkness. I only found my way out because Angel was there, and I used the link between us to stay with her. There’s something wrong with my demon, which is now part of my soul, of my fucking DNA, but there’s something…about him that makes me think some dark shit will happen sooner or later.
We should be one, but for some reason, he is pretty much…my pet. A growl ripples through my head because he doesn’t like it when I think of him as my pet. But what else can I call him when he refuses to fuse entirely with me? His strength will become mine, my body his; his past will be mine, my memories part of his. Yet, that has not happened. Except for being stronger and faster. I can also summon his wings, my wings, whenever I want. Angel can barely keep her hands to herself when they are out. The way she touches them always leads to me fucking her.
And that’s what I’m going to do right now.
I pull her onto my lap. “I’m going to cure your fear of storms with my dick,” I say before I kiss her.
She pushes against my shoulders, trying to get me to stop—like that will ever happen—but quickly realizes she’s no match for me. Her nails dig into my flesh, but I barely register any pain. When that doesn’t work, she tries to yank her mouth away from me, but I grab her hair and hold her in place. I bite her bottom lip and slap her thigh before growling against her lips, “Don’t make me spank that attitude out of you. Let me take care of you.”
“I wouldn’t have an attitude if you weren’t such a dickhead.” I narrow my eyes before I turn her around so that she faces up. My palm smacks her ass hard, and she yells, “You are the worst. How in the world are you thinking about fucking when we are stuck on this island with a storm coming in?” Another bang of thunder booms in the sky. Angel screams before climbing back into my lap and burying her face into my neck.
I curse out the storm for ruining my fun. A blanket is on the sofa, and I wrap it around Angel and me. There are moments when being a dickhead—as Angel called me—can lead to amazing sex. Sadly, this is not one of those days. Maybe once the storm passes…. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, not even a storm. From the first moment I saw you, all I wanted to do was protect you.”
Angel pulls the blanket over her head. “The first time we met, you wanted me out of Alekos’ office. You barely bothered to look at me. And when you did….”
She doesn’t finish what she wanted to say probably because she still doesn’t understand my feelings.
“I instantly became obsessed with you,” my words sound distant as I remember the day I saw her in Alekos’ office. I never wondered why my demon instantly claimed her; I was just too smitten by her to try to make sense of my feelings. Not that it would have mattered. I wanted her, and that’s all that mattered.
She peeks at me. “How does that even work? You’re a psychopath; you shouldn’t have feelings. Let alone love me.”
Who said there’s something logical about me? My mind is in constant chaos. The only thing that makes sense is how I feel about Angel and my blood-brothers. Despite still being angry at Stefan and giving him a hard time, I love him.
“If me wanting to protect those I care about from harm makes me a psychopath, then so be it.” I’m more than that. When I kill, I have no feelings. There’s no guilt, no remorse, or empathy for the person I’m killing. During those moments, I’m like a monster, my soul thriving on their suffering.
A flash of light lets me know that thunder will follow soon.
“Do you ever feel bad for killing people?” Angel asks as I cover her ears. “For being a serial killer?”
Her question confuses me. “Why would I feel bad about annihilating Dukes? Especially those who have hurt you?” I never considered myself a serial killer, but I guess it makes sense. After all, the press nicknamed me the Butcher. Killing comes so naturally to me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop. It’s like death runs through my veins.
The thunder passes quickly. “And you still wonder why I call you a psychopath, which takes me back to my original question. How can you have feelings for me?”
I grab her chin. “Because you’ve been mine even before I knew what you were to me. Before I knew your name,” my free hand goes between her legs, my middle finger rubbing her clit, “or what you taste like, you belonged to me. My love for you was born in the middle of death and pain, and it’s endless like time.”
A faint sigh escapes her lips. “Do you have any idea how crazy you sound?” It doesn’t take long for her pussy to be deliciously wet, and my finger sinks inside her warmth. My dick gets hard, and all I want to do is fuck her until the storm passes.
“I don’t care how I sound, but all I know is that you’ve been in the back of my mind for years. Your sad eyes captured my interest the first time I saw you, and the second time I saw them, they made me fall in love with you. It took me a while to connect the dots, but knowing that girl was you makes me love you even more.”
Angel shifts in my lap, making my finger sink even more inside her, and plants her knees on either side of my legs, her naked chest caressing every inch of my torso.
“What are you talking about?”
I never told her about seeing her at the facility. “The day Alec died was the first time I saw you. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, and there was something about the sadness pooling in them that made me want to get you out of there. From the facility, I mean.” Her eyes go wide. “I didn’t want Azael to do to you what he did to me. I wanted to get you out, but…I couldn’t.” I close my eyes for a moment. “No wonder I’m so fucked up. I lost my brother the same day I met the love of my life, but it wasn’t our time.”
Her palms cup my face. “I saw you too.” My eyes pop open. She did? “I barely remember that day or what you looked like, but your eyes are the same. No wonder I always found them beautiful. Maybe because I subconsciously associate them with my last time at that hellish place.” She kisses me. “I don’t know what they did to you while there, and I won’t ask because I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you are not fucked up. You are not broken. And even if you were, every piece of you belongs to me. I love you, Reyes.”
Despite knowing that Angel was destined to be mine, hearing that she also saw me that day is more than enough to know that nothing and no one will ever separate us again. In all the chaos that engulfs me, she is my only ray of light. The bond that unites my soul with her is the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind. Yet, the darkness inside me still calls my soul to it. But Angel keeps me anchored to her. Seeing her in the facility on the same day Alec was killed was a sign to let me know she’d keep me safe in my brother’s absence. At least my soul and mind.
I rarely speak of my time at the facility, but for some reason, I want Angel to know why I am how I am. “I tried to follow the rules because I knew what would happen if I misbehaved. Azael took great pleasure in punishing.” My jaw clenches. “He beat me daily, then acted like a loving uncle. But what he loved most was shoving ginger up my ass.”
Angel’s chin quivers. “Did he ever—?”
“He raped Alec in front of me many times. Each time, because of something I did. It fucked me up badly. It’s probably what led me to my sex addiction.”
Why the fuck did I tell her that? What will she think about me now? That I’m the monster I always knew I was. Roxanne was right about me ruining lives.
Angel’s lips leave soft kisses on my skin. “It’s not your fault.” The air leaves my lungs. It’s not? “Your mother failed you long before she sold you and Alec to the Dukes. What happened to you, to your brother, and others like you is…heartbreaking.” Her hand rests on the tattoo I have in Alec’s memory. “Remember how much Alec loved you, not what Azael did to him.”
No wonder this woman is my half. She understands me like no one else does.
The need to be deep inside her, to possess her, to show her that she belongs to me, to cover her skin in love bites, consumes me. It has become my sole purpose in life.
I free my cock from my shorts, and without taking my finger out of her, I enter her. The blanket falls from her shoulder and pools at my feet. I want my dick, fingers, tongue, heart, and soul inside her all at once. My wings erupt from my back, wrapping around her, shielding her from the world as our bodies become one.
“Mine,” I growl as my cock reaches the depths of her body.
Her mouth finds mine, and my tongue slips past her lips, curling around her tongue. My soul—which has always belonged to her—hums with happiness. Our chests are pressed together, my heart beating against hers.
Angel puts her palms on my shoulders and starts bouncing her ass up and down my length, using my cock for her own pleasure. Mine as well. I grab her tits with my free hand, and with the thumb of my other hand, I tease her clit, while my middle finger is still in her pussy. Ever since the Piercing Ceremony, her body has become more sensitive, and even the slightest touch will turn her on. Most of the time, I don’t have to rub her clit to make her cum, but I do it anyway because I love touching her.
Her pussy is maddeningly perfect, driving me to the border between insanity and clarity because not being inside her all the time is pure madness. No wonder all the bitches I fucked before Angel did nothing to quell the thirst, the hunger my body felt continuously. It lacked the connection, the love we have for each other.
Angel moans softly before saying, “Every inch of you, every piece of you, belongs to me.” She has never claimed me like this before. It drives me wild.
“Turn around,” I growl.
My wings open just enough to give her space to do as I say. She slowly turns in my lap, her back now facing me.
Reverse cowgirl. My favorite position.
I grab her hands and lock her cuffs behind her back. Perfect. Now, I can do whatever I want with her.
I slap her ass before grabbing her hips, pulling her into my chest, and fucking her hard.
*Mine! *
*Angelfucker!*
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