Page 19 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

Passing through the front foyer as Jackson sees the seamstress and her assistant out, I inwardly groan when Carmen sweeps through the entrance. She glances back at the two women who just walked out before having her eyes land on me.

"Please tell me you did not just have your whore get measured," she says dryly.

Carmen's been away, so she has no idea about Liliana now living here.

So, she's assuming Madame Pearson was here for Sasha.

Like I would pay to have a wardrobe made for a submissive meant to remain accessible to me at all times, but it doesn't really matter.

My aunt won't approve of my pauper either once she learns her background.

I've had to deal with Carmen's shit all these years.

I thought I would be able to get rid of her when I came into my parent's fortune, but no.

Only when I conceive an Heir can I be rid of her.

She hasn't fucked with me since high school graduation, though.

She tried once when I came home for the holiday from Crawfords.

Carmen threw one of her little parties, and instead of me being the one to serve her friends, I invited my own, all of them from well-known crime families, and they made her their bitch.

Carmen knows better than to fuck with me now, and when her friend tried passing off her unborn baby as mine—well, let's just say that the child is now living with its real father, and Clara is now serving time for rape.

I told the woman to drop the accusation, but she insisted.

People forget that I have pull in this town, even being as young as I was. I'm a Falcon, for fucks' sake .

"Not that it's any of your business, but no, it's not for Sasha," I respond to my aunt.

"Then why were they here?" Her annoying voice grates on my nerves as I turn toward the stairs.

"I have a special guest staying here, and she is to be respected by everyone, even you." I toss the reply over my shoulder.

Carmen scoffs. "You—respect anyone?"

I stop and turn back to face her. She stands at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed. My lips kick up on one side as I smirk at the woman.

"I never said I needed to respect her, but she is above all of you, so do well to remember that."

Carmen's mouth drops open, and she stammers, but no words come out as she watches me ascend the stairs. It's almost eight, and I need to change. I want to be ready for my little pauper because tonight—Liliana Sumner is finally going to be mine .

I can't say I work out religiously, but it's enough to give me my chiseled abs, broad chest, and bulging biceps. I can toss a woman around with one hand and not break a sweat. Although I'm not the most muscular guy, I doubt my pauper is used to seeing a man as well-defined and as strong as me.

Some dominants like working in a suit, some in jeans, but me? I like my sweatpants. They give me the freedom I need to move around, and I never get my dick pinched in a zipper when I fuck a woman.

I never get fully undressed; it's too intimate. I want them to know that I'm there for one thing and one thing only. Tonight, I put on a black pair after my shower. My dark hair is still wet as I slick it back. It's a little on the longer side, so some of it drops down over my forehead.

I leave my five o'clock shadow and head to the room I instructed Lily to meet me in. Slipping inside before she arrives, I pull out items I may want to use. However, tonight isn't about my dark side, so I doubt I'll use any of it, but I like being prepared, nonetheless.

I'm not the type of guy to give a woman time to adjust. This isn't a fucking relationship; it's a transaction, and we will do it all when I want it to be done.

Glancing at the clock, I watch the second hand ticking slowly around, and once it gets down to the last ten seconds, I move to the door. I'm punctual, if anything, and open the door exactly when the clock strikes eight sharp.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't my pauper waiting patiently just outside. I thought for sure she would be late. I can see her being the rebellious type, after all.

"Ah, pauper. Such a good girl," I lower my voice and smile. "Come, let's not waste another moment."

"Sir," she says as she nods and walks past me, never making eye contact with me.

I grip her arm before she can move too far into the room, and as I close the door, I swing her around to face me. "You will look me in the eye when speaking to me."

"Yes, Sir—I'm sorry."

My eyes roam over her petite form. The leggings and oversized T-shirt she's wearing amuse me. I guess I should have been more specific with my instructions.

Slowly sliding my thumb over my bottom lip, I let the tension build between us. I like to use this tactic in business, and as I said, Liliana is just another business transaction.

My pauper shows signs of apprehension and is on edge at the moment, so I do the only thing I know of—make it worse.

"Strip, Liliana."

Her eyes widen. "Sir?"

"I didn't stutter, pauper. When I give an order, I expect it to be done swiftly and with no questions asked."

I smile inwardly when I see her try to hide her irritation, but she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Next goes her leggings until she's standing in her bra and panties.

"Didn't we go to the same school, pauper?

I'm pretty sure we learned the meaning of strip years ago.

" I'm just being impatient, and because of that, the asshole is coming out strong.

I state, "No clothing will be worn in this room except by me.

When you are ordered to come here, be sure you change into your robe and have nothing on underneath. "

My pauper hesitates before removing the rest of her clothing. She stands before me in all her naked glory, and even though she's a bit thinner than I'd like, she's still fucking gorgeous.

"Fingers laced together behind your head and feet shoulder-width apart," I command. "Head up, eyes down. This is the Display position. Whenever you hear me use the word Display, you are to position yourself just like this so I can inspect you."

"Yes, Sir," she says breathlessly.

I circle around Lily, studying every beautiful inch of her body, and when I stop just behind her, I be sure to breathe on the back of her neck. Her skin pebbles, and I grin. For someone who's lived on the streets for the past four years, she's taken very good care of herself.

I'll take better care of her.

My hand cups her ass, and she trembles beneath my touch. I slide my other hand around her body and cup one of her breasts. It fills my palm—a perfect fit.

"Why so scared, little pauper?" I ask before brushing my lips just under her laced fingers.

"I don't want it to hurt, Sir."

"Have you ever been with a man in any other sense?" I ask.

A gnawing ache erupts inside my chest when she says, "Yes."

I squeeze her tit harder and say, "Well, forget about him, pauper. For the next year, you will only know me and the things I will do to this body."

"Y-yes, Sir," her stammer is cute, and I chuckle.

"No worries, Liliana. I promised I would be gentle for your first time…"

"Thank you, Sir."

"But then, you will get used to my harsh demands every time I use this delectable body." I slide my other hand between her legs and find her wet with arousal already. "Do you like my touch, pauper?"

"I like whatever you want me to like, Sir."

For some reason, Lily's answer annoys me, so I thrust a finger into her tight channel and fuck it into her nice and deep. After a few plunges, I remove it and instantly suck her nectar from it. She's musty and sweet, and I already know I'm going to crave it again before the night is over .

Slapping her on the ass, I order, "Go sit on the edge of the bed."

My cock is so hard right now I need to calm myself.

I've never gotten hard by just looking at a woman.

Then again, Liliana is no ordinary woman.

I pad over to the chest of drawers, hoping that my cock softens.

Unfortunately, reaching in to grab the lube in case I need it isn't helping the situation.

The thought of my pauper being so fucking tight that I need to use the lube only stimulates me more.

Luckily, when I turn around, my pauper is too busy looking around the room. I wouldn't say she looks scared; more like disbelief, yet engrossed in every aspect of it.

"Welcome to my playroom, little pauper. This is where I will fuck you, for the most part. I may sometimes come to your room or bend you over in whatever room you are in when the need arises, but here is where most of the breeding will happen."

Lily whips her head to me and states, "I'm not some broodmare that you breed—I'm a human being, Sir!"

I grin, liking the bit of fire she shows every once in a while. "Maybe not, but I'm paying to breed you, so that's the term I will use. Now, lay back, bend your knees by placing your heels on the edge of the bed, and present that pussy to me."