MOURNED BY THE DEVIL

Funeral

Liam's pov

The day of the funeral finally arrived

I planned the funeral the way I planned everything else quietly and efficiently, without room for error.

Black lilies instead of roses. Modest casket, cemetery far enough from the city that no one would come by accident. Ember had never liked attention it felt appropriate that her farewell would be small.

The morning of the funeral, I practiced my expression in the mirror until grief settled naturally on my face. Not too much. Too much made people uncomfortable. Just enough to invite sympathy.

When I arrived, there were fewer people than I expected.

A distant relative I barely recognized, two former colleagues and a neighbor who looked unsure whether they belonged there. That was all No parents, no siblings. No lifelong friends demanding answers.

Ember had always been alone, even loving me hadn’t changed that.

When the priest spoke I listened. I nodded at the right moments. When it was my turn, I stepped forward and felt the eyes on me curious, judging, ready to be convinced.

“My fiancée,” I said, letting my voice catch.

The word still worked. Fiancée. It softened everything that followed.

“Ember was kind,” I continued. “She gave too much of herself. She carried pain quietly.”

I paused, lowered my gaze. Counted to three.

“I wish I had known how deeply she was struggling. I wish she had let me help.”

A tear came easily then and I welcomed it. The air shifted. I felt it, that moment people decided I was a good man who had loved and lost.

“I will honor her memory,” I finished. “Every day.”

It was enough.

When the casket was lowered into the ground, I watched without flinching, dirt flew everywhere, the sound was dull, final. I felt something close to relief settle in my chest.

This was the last time Ember would take anything from me.

Condolences came quickly and ended just as fast. No one lingered as there was nothing to linger for.

When it was over, Emma stood waiting near the car, her face arranged in perfect sorrow. She took my arm for anyone who might still be watching.

“You did beautifully,” she murmured.

I nodded. “It’s done.”

Then we went to the hotel I've booked beforehand.

The hotel room was warm and quiet, far removed from the cold earth I had just left behind. As soon as the door closed, Emma’s restraint melted away. She smiled wide, satisfied.

“They believed you,” she said.

“Of course they did.”

I loosened my tie, finally breathing freely. The weight I’d carried for months lifted all at once, leaving something light and intoxicating in its place.

Emma stepped closer, fingers brushing my chest. “She’s really gone now.”

“Yes,” I said. “Completely.”

The word tasted good.

We came together without pretense, without hesitation. There was no need for tenderness. This wasn’t about comfort it was about victory. About the freedom that followed a clean ending.

Following that thought I grabbed Emma and kissed her, I have always love kissing her even when I know she is my fiance stepsister.

My hand reach for her zip on her gown and pulled it, I reach my hands inside her dress.

"You ain't wearing panties", I asked her.

" yeah, just for you",

I laughed. I raised her dress and make her bend down with her back to me, I hands slowly find there way to her lower lip and rub it. I heard her her moan.

With a little bit of impatient, I brought out my d**k and slip it into her hole and she moaned.

" harderrrr!! Ah!! mmm... ahh... ahh... yeesssss!!!" Her moans was driving me crazy, I continue pounding her with force

"Yes yes... f**k me... yes...ah..mm..."

"Call me daddy"

"Daddy....daddy......fuck..ahh..ah hmm... harder..mmm..ah!!"

We keep on going for two hours.

Later, we lay tangled in the sheets, the room dim, the city glowing indifferently beyond the windows.

Emma traced slow patterns against my skin. “Do you feel it?” she asked. “The power?”

“I do,” I replied. And I meant it.

“She gave you everything in the end,” Emma said lightly. “Her death and your future.”

I closed my eyes. “She was always useful.”

Emma laughed softly and rested her head against my shoulder. “What will you do now?”

“Whatever I want,” I said. “There’s nothing tying me down anymore.”

Silence settled, comfortable and complete.

Tomorrow, I would wear grief again. I would accept sympathy, would rise higher, unburdened by the woman who had believed love made people choose differently.

Tonight, though, I allowed myself to enjoy the truth.

Ember Voss was dead.

The world believed she had jumped.

I looked at Emma fine ass and my thought was drawn, Ember never allowed me to touch her saying she's waiting for marriage. But looking at Emma, I knew what I want. Without waiting for Emma's acknowledgement, I immediately grabbed her big breast and we continued from where we stop.