Page 158 of The Devil's Heir

"Oh, silly woman. Why would I make it that easy? I think an eye for an eye is in order. Oh, oops, maybe that's not the right thing to say at the moment." Lily covers the smile dancing on her lips with her hand.

I tilt my head back, grinning at the ceiling momentarily.

"Dog, go get that cup over there and pour it all into Carmen's mouth. Don't let her spit too much of it out, or else we'll have to make up another one," my pauper instructs.

Dog stomps over to the table and picks up the large cup. His hands are still cuffed, so it's a bit challenging, but he's able to get the majority of it down Carmen's throat.

"There, let's see how long it takes for that to work on you, Carmen." Lily grins.

Carmen sputters and gags.

"What would you like to do with these two?" I ask Liliana as I motion toward Dog and the other fucker.

Lily shrugs with a playful glint in her eyes. "Do whatever you want. My job is done," she murmurs sweetly, rising onto her toes to press a gentle kiss to my cheek.

"Fuck this," I say as my cock begins to stir.

Raising my arm, I let two pops ring out, and the two motherfuckers drop like flies. I don't have time to torture them. I need to take my woman home and fuck her into submission as soon as fucking possible.

Grabbing Lily around the waist, I lift her and throw her over my shoulder before exiting the room.

"Wait! I want to make sure she dies!" Lily laughs as she struggles to free herself.

I slap her ass.

"There are cameras. I'll rewind them later. I assume there was arsenic in that cup?" I ask.

"Yep, enough to kill an elephant," she states proudly.

"Good girl."

"So, does that mean I won't be getting punished for coming here?" she asks hopefully.

"Oh no. You have a big punishment coming your way. I think a little humiliation and degradation are in order this time, too," I tell her.

Lily gasps, "You wouldn't!"

"I will, and I am—and then, I'm going to fuck you into oblivion."

SEVENTY

Liliana

It's not the first time we've had sex since I returned home, but it's the first time he's threatened punishment. I'm nervous yet excited for what's to come.

I knew he wouldn't be happy about me coming to The Reformatory, and maybe it's why I decided to come here, but the end result wasn't what I was expecting. I hadn't counted on him adding the humiliation or degradation into the mix, and I certainly hadn't expected him to start right here. However, the moment we leave Carmen's cell behind, Jarek grabs the hair at my nape and turns me to face him.

"It's been such a long time, pauper, and I think you've forgotten your place," Jarek states, grinning wickedly. "How about I remind you of it, and hopefully, you remember who the fuck I am?"

Immediately, it's like electrical shockwaves shoot through my core, igniting the flames that only burn for one person—the devil himself. Don't get me wrong, I love the man Jarek's become, but I won't deny that I crave what the devil can do to me.

Gasping at the unexpected switch in Jarek's mood, I immediately reply, "Yes, Sir."

"That's my good pauper," he presses his lips against my forehead before leading us up the stairs.

His hold of my hair is tight as we walk through the building. Jarek stops and talks to as many people as possible, stretching out my humiliation for as long as he can. The men smirk at my predicament while the women look envious that I'm the one Jarek Falcon chose to be his.

Although The Reformatory isn't like any of the gentlemen's clubs, Jarek is still very well-known as a Dominant. Unexpectedly, this fact alone has pride rising up inside me, and I begin to relax some more. Most women would kill for my position, but they haven't earned it like I have.