Ezra Miller Shirtless Novels & Stories

she called out, assuming he and his lovely companion were in the dressing room. Shannon and Ezra suddenly came back to their senses. Ezra shook his head in disbelief. Normally, he had control in public, but with Shannon, he felt an overwhelming desire to have her right then and there. He struggled to steady his breath and suppress his urges, while Shannon appeared too flustered to grasp the situation. “We’re just fixing something with the dress,” Ezra replied, discreetly readjusting his manhood and putting it in its proper place so as not to let it poke like a tent pole under his pants.

And more than anything… I wanted him, too. Possibly more than he wanted me. I needed him in this moment. I needed him. I grabbed at the back of my dress and fought to undo it enough that it could slip off me. Ezra’s eyes widened as he watched me. Eventually, too long later, I was able to push it off my shoulders. The flimsy bra came off with it, so I was standing bare in front of him with only my underwear in a pool of mourning clothes of the ones I killed.

Better to not have to explain why my body looked like it had gone through a Cricut. I set to work removing my own pants and walked them over to where Azrael’s sat. When I turned around, I found myself face-to-face with the shirtless god. Since I was the newly appointed spokesperson for self-control, I didn’t so much as glance at his bare chest. Okay, that was a lie. I glanced, I drooled, and I blushed. Sue me. Azrael pouted, “You’re still wearing your shirt.” I planted my hands on my hips, more than willing to fight him on this. “Yeah, and it’s going to stay that way.”

I followed suit almost immediately. There is something very striking about Ezra. His presence alone gives me shivers,maybe because I feel he hates me a lot. However, he is a handsome dude, as is his brother as well. I guess they might have gotten that from their mother. His physique is more built than that of his brother, and for some reason, he likes to show it off. Most times I have seen him, he would be in a tight black or white polo with his abs clearly printed out for us to see. Other servants would go to a corner to watch and profess how hot he looked. I have tried so much to avoid him, and today it seems that I have fallen for his plans.

She shut her mouth and followed him out of the mansion. Ezra secured the gate as they exited. The cold night breeze brushed against Violet's delicate white skin, causing her to wrap her arms around herself. "Are you cold?" Ezra inquired, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him and nodded in response. Wearing only a plain black shirt, he didn't want her to feel chilly. So, he began to remove his shirt. "No, I don't want your clothes; it's cold," Violet protested, attempting to stop him. Nevertheless, he persisted, and in an instant, he stood shirtless before her. She gulped as her eyes settled on his stunning, perfectly tanned chest with throbbing veins.

We entered what appeared to be a bathroom, but it was a lot bigger and also decorated in dark blues. Ezra’s hand slipped from mine as he moved to stand in front of me. He gripped my shoulders and turned me to face a floor-length mirror. I swallowed when his hands slid down my arms, all the way down to the hem of the shirt I wore. Our eyes locked in the mirror. I realized with surprise that he was waiting for my permission to remove the shirt. I hesitated, but slowly raised my arms. Instead of dropping his eyes to look at my naked body he exposed, Ezra kept his eyes locked with mine up until he pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor at our feet.

Ezra found the buttons of his shirt particularly hard to undo and so Riven helped him with it, by kindly tearing off the annoying shirt. "Hey!" Ezra couldn't help glaring at him. That shirt cost a lot and this fellow just ruined it like that! "Relax. I can replace it with a thousand better ones." Riven said with an unapologetic tone, "What I know is, that shirt doesn't deserve you gracing it with your gorgeous body," "Yeah, I absolutely agree. Look how happy your nipples are to be denuded of that eyesore of a shirt," Lucien contributed. If he weren't in heat, Ezra would have definitely rolled his eyes and emitted a scoff. He would have burned to the ground in embarrassment while throwing cur

She monitored when Ezra will be coming down the stairs from his room. **************** EZRA'S POV I put on my brown track trousers with a blue romeo shirt, and I took my jacket by hand. I moved towards the little refrigerator in my room and took out a cold drink. As I came down from my room upstairs, I was so shocked to see Chelsea in my house, and she was stark naked. I looked at her and looked at my door. I thought I locked the door or maybe I didn't, can't remember. "Chelsea, what is this?

I was showing the world that I had traded one master for another. But then I thought about Marcus. I thought about the way he had grabbed my arm in the hallway. I thought about my father trying to sell me like a piece of meat. If wearing this dress meant that they could never touch me again, wasn't it worth it? "It’s a bold move," I said. "I don't make small moves," Cade replied. He stepped closer, his chest pressing against my arm. "The dress is cut low in the back. It will show the world how perfect you are. But more importantly, it will show them that you are a Miller now."

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.