Page 17 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

My pauper is a virgin?

Well, well, Liliana was meant to be mine after all. Four years and she's remained untouched—it's unfathomable to me. She's always been beautiful. Even when I found her caked in dirt, her beauty still shined through it all.

I gaze at the woman before me, with her baggy jeans and oversized shirt. Her thin, dingy jacket helps hide her body from me, but I'm not daft. The bone structure in her face and delicate-looking hands tells me that I'll find a thin body under it all—maybe a little too thin for my liking.

"Hmm, tell me, pauper… how long have you been living on Sunset?" I can't bring myself to say the word homeless .

She lifts her chin defiantly and answers, "Four years, Sir."

So, she's been here, under my nose, this whole time.

"Answer this question, and I will grant you your stipulation. Was I that bad that you needed to run from me?" I reach my hand out and caress a finger down her dirt-free face. "I would have taken care of you."

I watch as she swallows hard, but her gaze never leaves mine. Her voice is steady but soft when she replies, "You scared me, Sir. I was young, and you were my bully. I couldn't take the mistreatment any longer."

"Yet, you stayed in my town…"

"That wasn't by choice, Sir. I was too broke to go anywhere else."

"That's not true, now, is it? You had at least five hundred dollars," I tell her, sliding my hand into my pocket .

My hand wraps around the piece of jewelry resting at the bottom, where I placed it for safekeeping this morning. I knew Lily would accept my offer—how could she refuse it?

"How did you know—"

Her words cut off when I pull my hand out and dangle the bracelet before her face. My pauper's eyes widen as she stares at the silver bracelet I had bought her for her eighteenth birthday. It wasn't just a present, but a means to stake my claim on the girl I was so infatuated with.

"You were robbed, pauper. This bracelet cost way more than what that weaselly pawn shop owner gave you.

No worries, though. Karma took care of him by burning down his shop a few days after I retrieved this," I inform her as I take her hand and clasp the bracelet around her delicate wrist. "Look at that, it still fits. "

Lily stares at the piece adorning her wrist, speechless. I turn and walk over to my wall safe behind the portrait of my parents I had made as soon as I took over this office. Using the retina scan to open it, I pull out the box I had delivered this morning and return to my desk.

After typing in the revision of Liliana's stipulation, I print out a new copy of the contract and slide it across the desk, along with a pen.

"Take as long as you need to," I tell her.

"I'm sorry?" she asks, confused.

"To read it, Liliana. I won't rush you—take whatever time you need to read through it all."

Her spine stiffens, and she asks, "Am I still to do all that is asked of me—or should I say ordered?"

"Yes."

"And I will have to do everything in order to receive my payout by the time the year is up?"

I smirk and reply, "Yes, pauper."

"Do I at least get a safe word?"

I lift my brow and stand, coming around the desk to stand behind my pauper.

Pulling the ridiculous cap from her head, I watch as her tresses fall down her back.

I then push it back from her ear, and in a low, raspy voice, I say, "Safe words are not allowed between you and me, pauper.

You are my toy to play with for the next three hundred and sixty-five days, and in return, you will be a very rich woman. Take it or leave it."

I feel the shiver wrapping around her body at my words and grin, knowing that I affect her in some way. My gaze moves to her hand when she lifts it and picks up the pen, her hand shaking slightly.

I stop her before she signs it, and before the pen touches the paper, I ask, "Are you sure you don't want to read it first?"

"I'm sure. This is a job, and I'll do whatever is asked of me for the full year." Her voice has taken on a hardness, and I'd be lying if I said it doesn't bother me, but I let it go.

Shrugging, I allow her to sign the contract, forfeiting her life over to me for the next year.

Sliding the box from the safe over so it sits directly in front of Lily, I open the lid and pull out the black and diamond-encrusted collar.

Diamonds line both the top and the bottom, leaving a black band in between.

Engraved on the band is her name and my stamp of ownership.

Liliana Sumner

Property of Jarek Falcon

"You expect me to wear this?" Pauper asks breathlessly.

"Had you read the contract, you would have seen that this is part of the deal. Come, lift your hair up so I can set it in place."

She bites her lip and then, ever so slowly, lifts her long hair. The collar isn't heavy. It's thin enough and made with a strong, lightweight titanium metal that won't be such a nuisance. I've also had the inside lined with a soft padding so that it's less irritating.

I'm not sure why I was thinking of her comfort, but it is what it is. Now that she's wearing it, it looks fucking gorgeous around her neck—not as beautiful as my hand will look as I fuck her into submission but stunning all the same.

"Perfect," I breathe as I stare at her.

My pauper looks down and turns her head to the side shyly. I don't like it. Taking her chin between my fingers, I make her look at me. My eyes drop to her lips when her tongue darts out and runs across them .

My patience has run its course, and now it's ending. Saying, " fuck it," I bring my lips to hers and taste her for the first time. It's just a brush of my lips, but it satiates my inner demon for the time being. I can't take her now—she doesn't smell like my pauper.

Pulling back, I feel the need to inform her of a few things before dismissing her altogether.

"As I'm sure you know, I'm important in this city.

I have events and dinners that I will need to attend, and you will be by my side for all of them.

You are to be available to me for every single one.

You will also make yourself available to me whenever I call upon you, and you will not make me wait.

Your protection is at the top of my list, so you need not worry about anything.

The only thing you will not be protected from is me .

My staff already know that you are essential and that you are to be given anything your little heart desires.

Now, I have work to do, so I want you to go up to your room and bathe.

I expect you to be clean and ready for me when I come to you tonight. "

"T-tonight?" my pauper stutters.

I press another light kiss to her lips and say, "Yes. I've waited far too many years to have you. I will not wait another day."

She nods before turning and walking out of my office. I'm harder than a fucking rock and need to take care of this before my video conference. Sitting behind my desk, I press the buzzer box and then lean back and open my pants.

Not even two minutes later, my office door opens, and Sasha sweeps in, a broad smile on her face when she sees me fisting my cock.

"What can I do for you, Master?"

"What the fuck do you think? Why else are you here?"

She rushes over to me and kneels between my legs. "I thought that maybe because you brought her here—"

I grip her hair and tilt her head back, sneering, "It's not your place to think. Your place is to suck and fuck when I tell you to, and you will do well to respect Lily while she's here."

"Yes, Master," Sasha replies .

"Open…" I demand, and her mouth forms a perfect O. I produce a decent amount and then spit inside her mouth and order, "Now, fucking suck."

I push her head down around my throbbing length, choking her as I push past her tonsils and down into her throat. I keep her there momentarily before letting up so she can breathe.

When her hands grip my thighs, an overwhelming distaste for her touch comes over me, and I bark out, "Hands behind your back; don't touch me!"

Like a good little submissive, she does as she's told, and I sit back, enjoying the blow job.

I will admit that Sasha is good with her mouth, but I can't help but wonder what it will feel like to have pauper's luscious lips wrapped around my cock while I fuck her face.

I'll find out soon enough, but in the meantime, Sasha can accommodate my needs.