Ezekiel

Safe

It was now only a week after what had occurred between Ares and I. 

 I was always quiet each time Ares had tried to strike up a conversation. Had I still been offended about what he said in front of his girlfriend? Yes. I was in fact still pissed. Glaring at him from my seat on Zeke's lap while we sat in the sitting room. I was going to start calling him that from now on. No ifs ands or buts about it. He had spoken to Ares about what earlier brought and all of a sudden Zeke became protective over me. Caressing my hips as I lay into his chest.

"Princess." He whispered into my ear and I couldn't ignore him. How only his voice makes me feel like I was addicted to wanting him. Only just a look from him makes me wet. Only his voice was able to somehow bring my walls down like it was nothing. There was just something about him that made me feel like I was safe. Safer than I ever have felt in such a long time. "You can dwell on it if you'd like, but there is no use holding a grudge against my secondhand. Ares is aware that he messed up." Ares heard this from even my man, and he slumped his shoulders briefly. Wait, did I just call Ezekiel my man? That's right. I did.

"You're no better. Look at yourself before you go making remarks that you can't back up." I glared, hearing him laugh. "Are you threatening me now? I was only making a point, no need to get your panty hoes in a bunch, princess."

Because if it weren't true, I don't think I could have helped myself but feel this way about the guy I am soon to be the wife of. Knowing that fucking him before marriage would send me straight to hell. Thinking about it makes my body tingle. I was a virgin so he made me feel things that I have never felt before. "Messed up? He did more than mess up. He screwed with the hornets' nest called a woman's week long wrath." I mentioned this to Ezekiel and he smirked, holding my chin to look at him. "Baby girl, gorgeous, it's been a week. Calm your fucking tits." Did he just say what I thought he just said? I questioned myself in my head and looked at him with an affectionate gaze. Our eyes lock onto each other and suddenly I lean in and kiss his scruff. "Alright, handsome. But don't expect me to-"

"I said I was sorry." Ares said, looking over at me through his glare. "Well sorry isn't good enough." I scowl at him. "Alright. Ares go out and blow off some steam." Commanded Ezekiel before we started a bigger mess. Knowing that one screw up wouldn't be enough to anger Ares. Although he did look upset. He would get over it. I watched him walk out of the room without looking back. I was pissed, sure. But, he did it because that was what he had originally thought I would be to the man I was bound to be with. I didn't understand how or why, but I think I was already falling head over heels for this man. Hearing his curse something in Russian under his breath. I looked over at him and kept him seated with my thighs entertaining him throughout his curses. "Easy, handsome. I forgave him." I made it obvious that I was upset. "You have some boobs of steel. I like that about you." Ezekiel said, through a seductive grin. "You're an ass." I said in response to him and he laughed. "How am I an ass, huh?" He questioned. And I swear I tried to think of an answer and he chuckled, "if you're gonna call me names, you better have an answer."

Fuck. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.

Because now I need to think of a good answer, and it's probably going to be a stupid one. "You're an ass because you are one of the biggest baddest men in the world." I responded suddenly. "And? That's what my father wants you to believe." He spoke and I pressed on again without questioning it, "and that I am going to soon be your wife."

"So. Tell me, princess. How does that make me an ass?" Ezekiel went on with questions and I turned around and pin him into the cushions of the seating. Hearing him groan while I straddled him. "Because you are going to take mine." I whispered into his ear, seductively. But it was more of a suggestion. "Oh. I will do more than just take your ass. I'll take you whole." He murmured, quietly. "Whole, huh? That's hot." I replied, without thinking. I kept him seated while he traced my curves through my shirt. I have always wanted to wear one of his shirts. I never really had the boobs to ask though. "You think so, mm?" Ezekiel asked, tracing my hips. Trailing his hands lower to clap my ass cheeks. "Yes." I said, my eyes never leaving his as he did this. "You want me to-" He pushed his face in between my breasts and hummed out; "fuck, baby girl, the things that you do to me are remarkable.." while he had me rock my hips with his hands. "How so?" I asked, coyly. "You make me think things that I should not be thinking.." He grumbled into my chest, I caressed his head and let him do whatever he wanted with me.

What happens if it was true? If I was a slut? That thought came back and I swore I hated it, but I couldn't deny that it was exciting at the same time. Fueling me with something that felt forbidden. "Zeke.." I whispered and he looked up. "Princess." He mentions my given nickname as he had within the past week. "Is this really what you want? Do you really want me to be your.. Spouse?" I questioned, and I noticed that he gave it some thought. Smacking his lips together and replied, "of course I want you to be. But only if it's what you want, baby girl." He said. I wasn't expecting such a response from him to be honest. "Are you just saying that?" I asked and he had the balls to roll his eyes at me. "If I was just saying that I wouldn't sound so sincere."

Maybe men weren't so bad. Maybe I was just thinking too deep into things before. Only then did I ever think that it was a joke. Because when a man was sincere, it meant he wanted something. But I wanted him so bad. Something in me wanted him and I was sure that it was the devil in disguise saying how he wanted me to fall because I was worthless. My soul meant nothing. I roll my hips to prove him wrong, the devil wouldn't win if I fell in love with this man. I would conquer every fear that I had in the darkest parts that I have hidden away. Even if it meant to show my scars. OK now I'm just over thinking.

"You really want me?" I question suddenly to hear Ezekiel groan from the contact of my hips rolling slowly. "Mm, in every way, baby. But if you wish to.. Wait.. then.."

"I want you to rail me so well to the point I won't be able to walk tomorrow!" I blurt, embarrassingly as I did. Hiding myself in his neck and I hear his breathing become heavier. "Is that why you've been all moody for the last week? Huh? If that's the case, I'll take you up on that."

I heard how thick his accent sounded and it made my pussy drip.

"Tell me your safe word and I'll stop before I breed your cunt." He whispered, making my body shake from how hot it felt against skin. Making me moan. "Ice." I replied into his ear and he held me on him. "Mm, not a bad word. But we shouldn't do it here. Let's take this somewhere more private." Ezekiel responded and I agreed.

•──⋅☾ Rick ☽⋅──•

It was happening again. Ares was off doing who knows what and the boss was doing whatever the fuck it was that he was being loud about. I swear that he was banging that chick who came to be his wife. Knowing that she was pretty hot, I knew that she was his. Lucky bastard.

I turned the corner of the garden and witnessed Ivan sitting at one of the tables with Ares across from him "Life is like chess. You move a piece with the choice of chance to win, or you move it backward to take a step back and reflect."

"That's not how chess works." Ares said, holding his chin. "No, but it's an expression." Only hearing this from Ivan made me laugh abruptly, "Ares, how do you not know that?" I asked and he glared over at me from behind Ivan. "What do you want?" He replied, and I sighed out; "no one sent me I swear. I'm just minding my own business. I came to see what you were up to." I said and he rolled his eyes. "You came to check to see if I was sulking, didn't you?" Ares questioned. "No. Of course not. You're a strong guy I know you wouldn't. Would you?" I responded and Ivan burst into laughter. "He was coming to me for advice." He made it known and I nodded. "I see."

"Of course you see, but only a true man will feel guilty for calling a woman anything but beautiful." I heard this from Ivan as I smiled a little. "I didn't intend to call her, it just slipped."

"Oh so you were sulking."

"Shut up, Rick."