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The first wave of my orgasm overtakes me, and Zeke shifts his grip, tilting my hips higher, setting one knee on the bed and pushing me flat on my stomach as he pounds into me. He comes violently, gripping my hair with one hand to turn my face, to kiss my mouth before stilling, throbbing inside me with the last of his release.
His weight is a warm, safe blanket on top of me and when he slides out, I find I miss him. He kisses the side of my face and stands.
“What does Councilor Hildebrand want?” I ask, watching him pull on briefs and jeans.
“Debrief, I suppose. We’ll need to get our stories straight.” He looks at me, gets an idea. “Don’t move.”
He leaves the room to return moments later with jeans and a top for me. He slides my panties over my legs helping me to stand before pulling them up.
“We should shower again before going over maybe.”
He shakes his head. “I want my come inside you until I fuck you again. Then I want it inside you until I fuck you the time after that and then the time after that.”
I kiss him as he pulls me close. “That’s dirty.”
“I think you like it dirty.”
30
EZEKIEL
Blue is anxious as we pull up to my brother’s house where I see Hildebrand’s Rolls Royce parked right out front as well as a second one with guards inside. I guess he’s not taking any chances.
I climb out, walk around to Blue’s side. “Relax, Blue. You’ll have dinner with Isabelle and the kids. You don’t even have to see him.”
“He can’t do anything to you, right?”
I shake my head. I ring the bell and Isabelle opens it a moment later. She, too, looks anxious. A home visit from a Councilor of The Tribunal will do that to you and considering all the visitors she’s had lately, I get it.
“Isabelle. How are you doing?” I ask as we walk inside.
She gestures to the study. “I’d like my family back, but otherwise, I’m fine. Blue, hi. How are you holding up?” she asks, hugging Blue.
“I’m really good, actually.”
I squeeze the back of her neck. “I’m heading in. See you two after.”
Blue sighs, nods, but is clearly not sold on the idea. Isabelle is used to Society ways, and she knows it’ll be easier for everyone if I just go in there and get it over with.
I knock, then enter and find Jericho and the Councilor seated on the couch. Behind Hildebrand is another man, his clerk I believe.
“Ah, Ezekiel. So happy you could squeeze us in,” Hildebrand says, making a point of checking his watch.
“Gentlemen,” I say, closing the door behind me. “Apologies for my tardiness. Couldn’t be helped.”
Jericho gives me a look like he knows exactly what caused the delay. He gets up to pour me a whiskey. I take a seat across from Hildebrand.
“Now that you’re both here,” Hildebrand starts, gesturing to the man behind him who takes some papers out of a briefcase and lays them out. “Let’s discuss what The Society will hear of the events that transpired the night of Councilor Augustus’s execution.” He doesn’t call it a murder, but I guess he did give his blessing.
“You’ve drawn up a contract?” Jericho asks, Hildebrand’s tone so casual when talking about a fucking beheading.
“Just a precaution. What Girard did cannot happen again. It was anarchy?—”
“I thought it was a coup,” I say.
He looks at me irritated. “Whatever you want to call it. It cannot happen again. Things must change.”
“Change how?” Jericho asks.
