NovelApp109. 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
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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“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. How is your
nose?”
“Still tender.”.
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