Page 21 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

Leaving my pauper in the room as she was couldn't be helped.

Losing one's virginity tends to give a woman fanciful thoughts—thoughts that I have no time to entertain.

It doesn't matter how much I loved sinking my cock into her tight cunt; I can't have my pauper thinking that it was anything more than what it was.

Instead of retiring for the night, I go to my office for a drink.

I'm still semi-hard, wanting more of Liliana, but I must discipline myself.

I have a feeling that if I allow myself to have her too often, I may become addicted.

I'm a Falcon and the Mafia Don—there's no room for love or any shit like that.

I take what I need, and I move on. My pauper is here for one reason, and one reason only—to give me an Heir.

"So, will you ever tell your auntie who this mysterious woman is?" Carmen's voice comes from the doorway.

Grinding my teeth in annoyance, I grab my whiskey glass and sit on the couch in the corner. Still dressed in my sweats and bare-chested, I spread my arms across the back of the sofa. I stare uninterestedly at the woman with my glass dangling from my fingers.

Carmen shuffles closer, her eyes flicking down to my spread legs, lingering at the apex where the bulge is still prominent.

Her gaze is intense, almost magnetic. I know she wants me.

Now that I'm older, she feels the once-taboo attraction is less forbidden, but nothing has changed for me.

I have no need for Carmen Falcon, especially when it comes to sex.

"Who I have as a guest is none of your fucking business. If I wanted you to know, then I would have told you." I bring the glass to my lips and take a drink.

"Aw, what's the matter? Does she have a headache tonight? Did she turn you away?" Carmen teases as she comes even closer.

I wait and watch as the older woman comes to stand before me before dropping to her knees. She runs her hands with the blood-red sharp fingernails up my thighs before skimming her pointer across the top of my sweatpants.

"I'm open to helping you relieve yourself, Jarek." Her tongue darts out and runs over her lips.

My gut churns with the thought of her mouth being anywhere near my dick. As soon as she hooks her finger into my waistband, I smirk.

"Careful, Auntie Carmen. I still have her virgin blood coating my cock, but hey, if you want to clean it off for me—be my guest."

Her lip curls, and she snatches her hand away.

"You brought a virgin into this house?"

"Who better to bear my Heir than someone untouched? At least, I'll know for sure the spawn is mine."

"You're seriously going through with knocking some bitch up?" Carmen's face screws up in disgust.

"What? Did you think I'd give up my uncle's inheritance? You were so adamant about me following through with it…"

"Well, yes, but I assumed you would find some kind of loophole," she states.

I shrug. "I'll need an Heir anyway, and she's a very beautiful woman. Her tight cunt is exactly what I've needed."

Carmen scoffs. "She'll become needy, Jarek."

"And your point is? It'll be easier to control her that way. In fact," I say, scratching my chin and thinking about her words before adding, "That sounds like the perfect plan. I'll ensure she becomes so dependent on me that she'll never want to leave."

"You can't be serious! I thought she was just your breeder?

" Carmen starts running her hands up and down my thighs again, but I'm too wrapped up in the thought of Liliana staying indefinitely.

"She'll never allow you to have others, and I know how much you love a variety. " Her hand creeps close to my cock.

I grip her wrist and lean down into her, snarling, "Nobody tells me what or who I can and can't have. Do you hear me?"

I see fear in her eyes for just a moment, but then her lips curve upwards, and in a sultry voice, she states, "Let me be your breeder. I'm still young enough to have kids…"

My laugh is anything but amusing. Carmen is almost fifty; she can't tell me she is of child-bearing age.

I lean in further so my lips are near her ear.

Making sure I leave no room for argument, I tell her, "I wouldn't fuck you even if you were the last bitch on earth.

I would go as far as turning to bestiality before I ever fuck my dick into you. "

Carmen jerks back with a gasp.

"You are disgusting, Jarek!"

"Nah, I haven't fucked you yet, so I'm good." I smirk and bring my glass to my lips again. "Get the fuck out of my sight, Carmen. You're making me sick."

Standing, Carmen puffs out her chest, glowering at me, before turning and stomping out of my office. I know she will make me pay in some small way for the insult, but I don't fucking care. Tossing back the rest of my glass' contents, I stand myself and finally head for bed.

I hear the heels of her shoes on the tiled flooring long before my pauper appears. She's a vision when she does. Liliana's raven hair hangs in soft waves down her back and she's wearing just a hint of makeup, going for the more natural look, and I approve.

The outfit I supplied for her to wear hugs her more than I thought, and I find myself hardening.

It's mostly a basic bodycon dress with ruching diagonally across the midsection.

I thought her ribs would protrude, and I figured the material would hide them, but nothing protrudes from her body except for curves.

Funny, I hadn't noticed them last night. I thought she looked to be on the thinner side, but seeing her now—my eyes are soaking every inch of her in. The deep purple almost reflects off her eyes, giving them a violet hue.

When Jackson pulls the chair out all the way at the other end of the table, I correct him. "She will sit beside me."

"Yes, Sir." Jackson hurries toward my end and pulls out the chair on my left.

My pauper smiles at him, saying, "Thank you."

Her smiling at my help irks me for some reason, but I say nothing about it. Instead, I grumble, "You're late."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir. I'm not used to getting up so early. Since I usually worked a later shift, I always slept in. I didn't find an alarm clock in my room, or else I would have set it."

"Jackson, be sure pauper has an alarm clock from now on."

I'm not being a dick, I just expect my employees to show up on time, and since she's on the payroll, Liliana is no different.

"Yes, Sir. I'll go to the shopping center during your meeting and buy one," Jackson states dryly.

Breakfast goes by fast, and soon, I'm ushering my pauper to the waiting car. Jackson holds the door open for my pauper first, and then I slide in beside her. Liliana slides over to the other side, trying to get as far away from me as possible.

I smirk.

"How are you feeling, pauper?"

"I feel fine, Sir. How do you feel?"

"I'm talking about your cunt, pauper. How does it feel after being plowed through last night?" I ask crudely.

Her face reddens, and she turns to look out the window. "It's fine , Sir."

"Look at me when you speak, pauper."

Her gaze meets mine, but there's a fire inside hers that amuses me.

I'm getting to her already, and I've only just begun.

Before long, she will know her place with me—by my side and in my bed.

Well, not my bed, but she'll get the gist of it.

Nonetheless, I think having pauper under my roof is going to be an experience neither one of us will forget.

"So, who will I be meeting today?" she asks, obviously trying to change the subject .

Typically, I wouldn't bother answering her because, honestly, it's not her concern. I'm taking her to meet them so they know who she is and who they need to protect. However, something urges me forward, and I find myself naming the four most important men who come after me.

"Joseph Lonzo is my underboss and next in line.

He'll most likely retire in a few more years.

His son and friend of mine, Joey Lonzo Jr., will take his place when he does.

Joey is also one of my capos, along with Koval and Elliot.

You will listen to them if I ever send them to protect you.

One of my capos will always be with you if and when you leave the estate. "

I notice some of her ire melting away, likely because I've just assured her that she wasn't a prisoner here. It's never been my intent to keep her locked up. No, I want her here because she chooses to be. I don't care that it's because of the money; it's still her choice.

She called me her bully years ago, and although I haven't changed, I want her to see that whether I'm a bully or not, she will still choose to stay.

I can't quite pinpoint what it was that drew me to her all those years ago, but Liliana coming back into my life means something.

I don't believe in soulmates—fuck that—but my pauper was meant to be mine in some capacity.

"Underboss and capos? So, you're taking me to meet your mafia family?" Liliana asks nervously.

I give her a stern look for her lack of proper address.

"Come here, pauper." I tap my leg. "Drape yourself over my legs."

"What?" She presses herself against the door.

"You will learn to address me properly, so come here now. I won't tell you again."

"I'm sorry, I forgot—"

"Which is why you need this," I cut her off.

Liliana stares at my lap, and then her eyes meet mine, and I lift my brow. Sighing, she slowly scoots over to me. I refuse to yank her over my lap; I want her to put herself there.

When she finally settles her stomach against my legs, I order, "Lift your dress, pauper. Show me that pretty ass of yours."

Dropping her head, she reaches down and pulls the hem of her dress up. Of course, because the dress fits snugly, I had bought her thongs to wear with it so her soft, creamy cheeks peek out once the dress is scrunched at her waist.

I make her count as my hand comes down hard on her flesh each time.

My cock is thick and pressing into her, but I'll have to take care of that later.

Liliana is a whimpering mess when I'm done with the twenty swats.

Slipping my hand between her thighs, I grin—she's soaked—just like I knew she would be.

"Did you like that, pauper?" I ask as I rub my finger back and forth.

"Please, Sir…"

"Please… what?" I question as I push two fingers into her tightness.

"Please stop, Sir."

"Oh? It doesn't feel like you want me to stop."

Liliana is so wet that I can hear squelching noises as I finger fuck her. Her body responds so beautifully to me. When she starts grinding against my hand, I urge her on.

"See? You've only just lost your virginity, and you're already a slut for me. Do you like this, pauper?"

"I'm sore, Sir."

"That's not what I asked…"

"Please don't…" Her words trail off as she moans.

As soon as I have her so worked up and her body begins to tense, I remove my fingers, slap her ass, and lift her off my lap, saying, "Naughty girls don't get to come."