Under My Skin

~ Chapter Twenty ~

"Bastards."

"You don't have to go Emmy." I reassured her. She was sitting on my bed watching me pick out my shirt. She scoffed, giving me a sly smile before using her foot to trail up my panted leg.

"Em-" I cut myself off when she moved it up towards my member. I pushed her foot off me crawling onto the bed. My shirtless chest towering over her breasts.

"You keep this up I may have to punish you." I whispered in her ear. My hot breath fanning her cheek. "Don't temp me..." she cooed back. "Your dress is in my closet." I told her before kissing her cheek and standing up.

She hopped off my bed, her hand trailing over my muscles arm as she walked by. I put on my Victoria styled shirt and jacket. Mocking myself in the mirror. "Mind doing my corset?" Ember questioned me as she walked out of my closet.

I turned around my jaw dropping slightly. "You sure do know how to pick out a dress." She commented. "But of course, how else am I supposed to impress you?" I joked.

She stood in front of my mirror waiting for me to corset her up. The strings were small In my hands. I pulled on them the dress tightening around her waist. Her breasts more noticeable in the front. "Again." She told me over her shoulder.

Wrapping the strings around my fists I pulled on them again. A gasp escaped her lips after the corset tightened. "Too rough for you?" I chuckled under my breath.

"Mmm please...this is child's play." She mocked. After tying the strings to her dress she turned around to face me. Our eyes searching eachothers.

Then it hit me, the burning sensation on my forearm. I grunted, gripping onto my wrist as the pain increased. "Kieran?" Ember questioned in a worried tone. "Kieran what's happening? What's wrong?" She rushed, placing her palms on the sides of my head.

"Come to your fathers study..." Voldemort. "I'll be back, don't follow me." And she didn't. I ram down the stairs, the closet I got the less pain I was in. And when I opened the door to my fathers study, there he stood.

In the flesh, the dark lord was sitting behind my fathers desk. "You care for the girl?" I stood still in shock. How did he know? "Yes." I muttered. "Then I need you to introduce someone to her..." he informed me. "What?" I was deeply confused.

"Hi..." I heard a timid voice say. When I turned to the voice I realized it was a young girl. She looked a lot like Ember but not quite. "Who is this?" I demanded an answer.

"My daughter." Another voice spoke. A man with greying hair came into view. He looked angered but intrigued. Wearing a white button up and a black blazer. "Okay I'm so confused." I let out.

The girl stayed close to me, like she was scared of both Voldemort and her father. "This is Embers sister...her mother had an affair later after your lover was born." I was stunned. The resemblance made sense now.

"And this is her older brother Atlas." A boy came up beside his father. Looked about 15 and nervous. "Why are you telling me this?" I choked out.

"Go find your father." He ordered. "No, he can't see you!" I was filled with fear at the thought. "Don't worry I will be gone by the time he is here." He reassured.

So I opened the door and yelled for my father to come. A minute later he entered his study. He looked around the room at the two young teenagers and the man. "Who's this?" He asked me.

"My name is Graham , these are my children Atlas and Aspen Sayre." He introduced himself and the children.

"Great, but that's not what I meant. Who the fuck are you and even better question what the fuck are you doing here?" My father smiled even though what he asked was slightly disrespectful.

"Amelia Jenkins is my children's mother." He let out. "You need to leave." My father told him. "Where is Amelia? We agreed after Aspen turned 14 I would return the children back to her." He didn't know.

"Amelia Jenkins died 3 years ago." I lowered my head, feeling sorrowful for the kids. "Who is Amelia Jenkins to you?" My father wasn't feeling as bad as me. "Our mother." Atlas spoke up, getting a harsh glare from his father.

My father connected the dots quickly. "So I suppose you're wondering where her daughter is now?" Graham nodded his head. "She's under my care, her father just passed. You're intruding on his celebration of life party." My father informed them.

"Well id like to speak to the girl." Graham told us. I immediately shot down his request. "Not a chance. She's already got enough going on." Aspen looked slightly upset.

"Either you bring the girl here or I set fire to your home." Graham grinned at the idea. "Call her down." My father muttered. "What?" He gave me a look.

"The Sayre family name is well known and respected in the wizarding world, although I do not take lightly to his threat I'd rather not start a war over it." He thought.

So I called Ember down. I heard the clacking of her heels on the tile floor. Then the door opened and there she was. Looking as gorgeous as ever. Her dress trailing behind her. "You called?" Her voice was light.

"Ember, this Graham Sayre and your younger siblings." She froze, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "I'm sorry, say that again?" She told my father.

"You mother had an affair 2 years after you were born and had a child she continued the affairs and had another child. These are Amelia Jenkins bastards." Father said with no shame.

As if he didn't just turn Embers life upside down. I rested my hand on her lower back. "Perhaps Ember should live at Sayre manor, so she can be with her siblings." He suggested.

"What the fuc-" I started but was quickly cut off my Ember. "Tonight is my father celebration of life party, you're all welcome to stay. I will decide what happens with me after. But tonight is about my father, I'm down with this conversation for now." She ranted.

Graham only nodded in agreement and so did my dad. She fled the room, making her way up the steps. "Ember!" I called out to her. "Not now Kieran!" She snapped at me.

Leaving me alone at the bottom of the steps.