Page 17 of The First Seal
Ezra
Two days later
Imust compose myself for this meeting today with Ember about her parent’s will. I never noticed how stunning she was until I saw her standing at the door with Onyx behind her, shirtless. Jealousy clawed at my insides, looking at her hair, a disheveled mess, and him behind her tucking his dick back into his boxers.
Until now.
I don’t understand why I got so jealous. Yeah, I have seen her around while working for her father. But I never really thought of her that way, but when I saw her with Onyx's hand around her waist, I just wanted to punch him in the face for fucking her.
Trying to put this all behind me as I get everything set up in Ryker’s home office for the review of her parent’s will and a tape, as I take note of the time. Ember and her sister should be here within the next hour. My brothers and I are listed in the will, so we have to be here as well. Oh, and Damien Orlov is to join us all for some reason.
I hate Orlov with a passion. This man thinks the world belongs to him. I just wish he would burn in Hell for all of eternity already. If I can prove he's the one who killed her parents, his days of gallivanting around like the world owes him will be fucking numbered. I can’t bring myself to tell her or the others yet because I have no proof except for Orlov’s hate for Ryker.
Ember is on a never-ending loop in my head. Her dress hugged her curves flawlessly, caressing her skin in all the places I wanted my hands. My tongue. Ember is the embodiment of perfection. Her striking light green eyes are like dazzling Emeralds. They suck me right into her, and I could get lost in them forever. Those full lips are perfect for kissing. I would let her step on me in those heels that she wore. I would voluntarily bleed for her to find her pleasure.
Just the thought of her dominating me was making me hard and my balls tighten, aching for release. I want to strip for her as she rubs her pussy. Then, once I am completely naked, I want her to attach nipple clamps to my nipples as tight as they will go. She can shove a gag in my mouth and tie me up tight so I can't move a muscle and the ropes start cutting into my skin. I would be laying there bare for her, allowing her to whip me until I'm bleeding for her or whatever her heart's content. Whichever comes first. Ember dripping candle wax all over my cock and the marks she has made on my body. I’m pulled out from my thoughts of Ember when I hear footsteps approaching the office.
When I look over at the doorway, there she is, standing there texting. Her hair is up in a messy bun with curly trendles framing her face; those light green eyes, shining brighter than the sun, are lined in black eyeliner and black mascara. She’s wearing dark cut off jean shorts, a black cami, big black sunglasses on the top of her head, and a pair of black Chuck Taylors on her feet. She looks ravishing in casual clothing. Pulling me from my perusal, Ember starts walking straight towards me with my brothers in-tow. I notice the smug look on Onyx's face. He is acting like he is king shit right now because he got to fuck her. Lucky bastard. But I will fuck her soon, and I will fuck her with my brothers.
"Okay can we get this started. I doubt Iris will be showing up at all. She isn't answering any of my texts." Ember says with agitation, lacing her voice.
"Yes we can. We’re just waiting for one more person to join us." I relay to her.
"Who are we missing?" She asks, confusion laces her voice.
"Mr. Damien Orlov. Your father stated in our meeting that he must be present during the reading of the will." I tell her as our eyes meet.
"Well then, is he almost here? I don't feel like waiting for that fat, old ass prick. Just because he likes to make an entrance." She grits through her clenched teeth now, even more agitated than before. “He said he is less than two minutes away." I say.
"Okay, that really means at least ten minutes for him. I'm getting myself a drink." She says as she gets up, walks over to the desk, grabs the Craft Irish Whiskey, and pours it into one of the glasses sitting beside the bottle. Pouring herself about two fingers worth of whiskey, she knocks it back like a pro. This time, she adds ice from the ice bucket, adds two more fingers worth in her glass, and sits back down in her chair. She pulls out her phone and starts texting again.
Sitting here waiting for Orlov to get here, I stare off into space to pass the time. I didn't want to stare straight at Ember, giving my thoughts to everyone here.
My mind starts to wander; images of all of us fucking Ember at the same time flood my vision. It would be so hot to have her like that. We would have her hands bound behind her back with the rope connecting to her ankles. Having her riding Aspen's cock. While she is being impaled on Onyx's cock going in and out of her ass. I would have her sucking my cock with that pretty little mouth and to see those plump lips wrapped around my long, thick, pierced dick. Hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. Blaze would be the one fucking me in my ass, forcing me to go deeper down Ember's throat. The symphony of sounds she'd make would be too much to handle; I'd fill her mouth with cum. Having her swallow every last bit, so I could be inside her filling her in every way possible.
Chapter eleven
Ember
Ihave been trying to get a hold of my sister, since the funeral, and for some reason, her phone is off and has been this whole time. I figured she would want to be here for the reading of the will because she is a greedy little cunt.
Poor Vee, though, has a killer hangover and cannot get out of bed. But she does have that mystery man that she has been sleeping with, taking care of her. So, I keep sending her messages to see how she is feeling and if this Mr. Hottie is actually taking care of my best friend. I look up from my phone and notice Ezra is staring right at me. I can see the hunger in his eyes as he is biting his bottom lip.
Not gonna lie, he is fucking hot in that navy blue suit with his jet black hair tied back in a bun with a few stray hairs hanging down the side of his face. He keeps biting his lip harder to the point I think he might break the skin. I would love to be the one who gets to lick and suck his blood off of his lips. Staring at his lips, I keep wishing I was biting him, causing him to bleed for me. Just being able to be in control of Ezra and dominate him would be hot as fuck.
Ezra and I both look to the doorway as heavy footsteps get closer until Damien Orlov walks in. With his receding gray hairline, Jeffery Dahmer glasses, a beer gut, and gray 70's porn mustache. He thinks he is God's gift to the Earth. I have hated this man since he said that I deserved to be raped by his son because of the way I was dressed.
"Sorry for running late. I had some things to take care of." He says, walking over to sit beside me with a crooked smile.
"Since you have finally arrived, your Highness, can we get this started?" I mock with an attitude lacing my voice, staring at Orlov as I bow my head in an over dramatic gesture. I could hear the snicker from Aspen in the corner trying to hide his amusement.
"Ryker and Emma didn’t want anyone fighting over their will, so they chose to record a video to go through their decisions." Ezra says, staring at me, and then continues. "I know Iris isn't present, but Ryker asked me to inform her she wasn't required to attend this meeting because she isn't included in it."
Ezra casts the video on his laptop to the TV on the bookshelves at the other side of the room. We all turn our chairs to face the TV. I take a look around the room. Onyx is leaning against the wall by the bay windows, Aspen is leaning on the opposite wall of Onyx, Blaze is sitting on the other side of Orlov on the one love seat, Ezra is sitting on the loveseat across from Blaze. Ezra looks over to me, and I nod, letting him know to hit play on the video.
The first thing I see is my Papa’s face pop up on the screen.
My vision gets blurry as tears start streaming down my face, after seeing Papa. We had a good relationship. But there were times when he would act like the Don and not my Papa when talking about things that needed to happen in my personal life.