Page 107 of The Devil's Heir

"Would you rather I change and wear panties?" I tease.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Jarek stalks over to me and hauls me against him, taking my lips in a passionate kiss.

Thankfully, I'm wearing my smudge-proof lipstick. I've learned not to wear the regular stuff when I'm around Jarek; it never stays on for too long.

"Mm, you taste so sweet," he states, licking his lips again as he pulls back. "I'm about to sayfuck itand have us stay in."

"Oh, stop," I say, chuckling. "We have all night to play out whatever perversions are running through that head of yours."

Jarek fixes his gaze on me. It looks like he's trying to figure something out, but I can't be too sure. I know I'm being a bit more playful than usual, possibly due to the little talk I had with Heidi today. It may be time to see where this goes and not worry so much about Jarek's work.

"Are you ready?" Jarek finally asks.

"Just waiting on you,Sir."

He narrows his eyes on me, and I loop my arm through his, waiting for him to lead the way.

"Remind me to take the paddle to that pretty little ass of yours later." He smirks.

I scoff.

We both know that it's no longer a punishment for me. I'm learning to love the burn of the paddle and his hand, but I will never come straight out and tell him this. He's liable to start using a new implement, and I don't think I'm ready for anything more. Baby steps.

"I will try my best to remind you, Sir, but I already seem to have a pregnancy brain," I lie.

"What the hell is pregnancy brain?" He asks as his face screws up.

"Well, it's when the woman seems to forget a lot of things. It's normal, Sir." My lips twitch, trying to hold in my smile.

However, he catches me and brings his hand back, slapping me in the ass just as Jackson appears. My friend smirks as he opens the front door for us, and I give him a playful glare as we walk past him.

"Oh good, we're taking the Bentley." Jarek grins.

"What's so great about what car we take?" I ask, confused.

Jarek leans in so only I can hear him when he replies, "The divider is solid. Jackson won't be able to see you with your lips around my cock."

I gasp and stare at him when we stop by the back door. Jarek cocks his brow at me while opening the door for me to get in. I can't deny that I'll be doing just that, but I cannot confirm it either, so I choose to ignore it altogether. Jarek's only response to my silence is a hearty laugh as he climbs in behind me.

FIFTY

Jarek

"So, Mr. Falcon. How long is this drive, anyway?"

I watch Lily run her hand up and down her bare thigh as she asks me this in a low, sultry voice. My dick hardens instantly as I watch her hand move the hem of her dress up a little higher each time she brings it back.

"It's a decent drive. Do you have any ideas about how we can keep ourselves occupied?" I ask, smirking.

Looking all innocent, Liliana bats her long, dark lashes at me, replying, "Oh, I can think of a few different things, but what is it thatyouwant to do, Sir?"

Jesus, fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me. She has no idea what she does to my insides. I'm a ruthless Mafia Boss, yet I'm liquid in this seductress's presence.

After taking in my fill of her, I order, "Straddle my lap, pauper."

The spark that lights up her brown eyes makes my cock twitch. She likes being ordered by me—at least, in this instance—and as she swings her leg over my lap, I catch a glimpse of her bare cunt.

Taking her hips in my hands, I move her back and forth over my aching cock. "I want you to make yourself come. Rub that beautiful cunt against me, and don't stop until you do."