Page 22 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

That asshole!

As if the spanking in the backseat of the car wasn't bad enough, the way he played with me and fucked me with his fingers right in front of his driver was humiliating.

I know, in most cases, a woman would be pissed if a man teased them and then left them high and dry, but I'm grateful that he wouldn't allow me to come.

Doing so in front of Jackson would have been so much worse.

We're taking the elevator up to the top floor of Falcon Enterprises where Jarek keeps a possessive hand on the small of my back at all times. He doesn't talk to me, but he does talk to others who get on and off the elevator before it makes it to the twenty-fifth floor.

I know nothing of what Jarek does for work, and I had no intention of finding out, but if he's bringing me here, then I should at least know the basics. When it's just the two of us left in the elevator, and we have three floors left to go, I ask, "What, exactly, is Falcon Enterprises?"

Jarek gives me a quick glance before replying, "We deal in a few different ventures from both commercial and industrial goods to the stock exchange. We even have a publishing company down on the fifth floor."

"Wow, that's a lot." I'm actually surprised that they dip their toes in multiple businesses. Not that I know much about business, but I just wasn't expecting it.

Jarek shrugs. "It isn't much, but it runs itself, leaving me the freedom to run the family."

"Run the family?" I ask, confused .

The elevator dings, indicating we're on our floor, and Jarek pushes me forward with his hand on my back.

The doors open up to an ample space with a receptionist area right in front to greet us.

Of course, a gorgeous woman is sitting at the desk, smiling brightly at her Boss.

Her dark skin tone looks smooth and silky, and her almond-shaped eyes are a beautiful chocolate brown.

The woman's hair is shoulder-length, with tight curls framing her face.

"Hello, Mr. Falcon. Your guests are waiting in the conference room." Her eyes slide toward me briefly, then return to her Boss.

"Thank you, Lucinda." Jarek's voice is soft and respectful, nothing like I've ever heard before.

Jarek leads me down a hall and into a room with glass walls where four others sit at a long conference table.

I immediately recognize Jarek's underboss, since he's the oldest in the room.

Joseph Lonzo's younger-looking version must be Junior, Jarek's capo.

There's so much I need to learn about their world.

First and foremost, how not to piss anyone off so I don't get myself killed.

"Men, thank you for coming in on such short notice." Jarek doesn't even look at any of the men as he walks us to the head of the room.

He holds a chair out for me and then takes his own. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, so I sit here quietly. A booming voice causes me to jump, drawing Jarek's attention. There's a warning in his stare before his attention returns to the older Lonzo.

"Who is this Bellezza, Falcon?" the underboss asks with a thick Italian accent.

"This is Liliana. She will be with me for some time and will need protection. This is why I called this meeting. I wanted you to meet the woman who will carry my Heir."

My God, this is so embarrassing.

I want nothing more than to crawl under a rock and hide. I can feel all four sets of eyes burning into me, and when I take a quick glance at them, I can tell their interest is now piqued.

"You've chosen well, Boss," the younger Lonzo states, grinning.

"Will she be shared as well?" one of my capos asks with a salacious smile .

Lonzo senior slaps the guy upside the head as my eyes bulge out before my head snaps to Jarek. I don't know what kind of perversion these men get up to, but I did not sign on to be shared.

"What makes you think I will share her when I'm trying to impregnate her with my Heir. I don't want any misgivings as to whose child it is. Once she's carrying my child—"

I jump up out of my chair, cutting off what he's about to say. I try to turn and run out, but Jarek's quick. His arm is around my waist, pulling me back and onto his lap before I even make it two steps.

"Let me go, Jarek! I didn't sign up for you to whore me out…"

"Calm down, woman! You didn't let me finish," he barks.

"I don't want to hear it either! You all are a bunch of perverts!"

Jarek takes hold of my hair and pulls back, holding me in place, waiting for me to stop fighting. I continue to struggle, but it's no use; his hold on me is too tight. So, finally, I stop.

"As I was saying," Jarek proceeds in annoyance, adding, "Once she's carrying my child, she will not know any other man but me. No other guy will fuck the woman carrying my child."

My body slumps in relief hearing his words, and all I can do is bow my head. He's not having it, though. Lifting my chin with his fingers, his grip is firm as he turns my head, forcing me to look at him.

"What do you have to say for yourself, pauper?" Jarek cocks his brow, awaiting my response.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

He nods and releases my chin but keeps me on his lap as he addresses his men. "Be sure to tell the others that they are not to touch Liliana in any way unless it's to protect her. Anyone who lays a finger on her will lose their hand and then their life if it happens a second time."

The father and son duo smirk while the other two nod without showing any emotion. As if I'm not even sitting here, Lonzo Jr. comes right out with a question that has me flushing.

"Pauper? Is this the same pauper you searched for all that time? The one who got away, as you put it."

If the question bothers Jarek, he doesn't let it show when he replies, "The one and only. This time, she's not getting away from me until I'm done with her. Isn't that right, pauper? "

I'm not about to argue with the Mafia Boss, so I nod and say, "Yes, Sir. I'm not going anywhere."

"That's my good girl." His hand comes down on my thigh and runs up and under the hem of my dress. "You're all excused."

"I would like a word with you, Falcon." The older Lonzo addressing Jarek by his last name is odd to me when the others call him Boss, but I'm sure there is a reason for it.

"Wait for me in my office, Joseph. I'm going to fuck Miss Sumner first, and then we can talk." How Jarek can be so crass is beyond me. He has absolutely no feelings where others are concerned.

I stare at him in disbelief once we're alone in the conference room. Jarek lifts a remote and presses a button, closing the blinds to the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. I try to stand up, but his arm only tightens.

"You're not going anywhere, pauper. Not until you're dripping with my seed."

"Jarek, we can't—"

"You continue to forget how to address me and expect me to let you get away with it? Bend over the desk, pauper."

"Did you have to tell them what you were going to do to me, Sir?" I ask haughtily, screwing up my face.

Jarek grabs my throat, bringing his face close to mine. "Have you forgotten who I am, Liliana? I own you. Now, you're going to bend over, lift your dress, and present that pretty little pussy to me. Then, you're going to beg me to fuck it."

"If you own me like you say you do, Sir, then why don't you just take it?" I don't know where my braveness is coming from, but I'm not willing to bend so easily.

His lips curve upward into a wicked grin. "Because pauper, I love hearing that gorgeous mouth beg."

When I don't make a move to obey him, his face hardens. "I don't want to hurt you, pauper, but if you do not do as I say, I will throw you over this desk and fuck you the way I like to fuck. Is that what you want?"

"Have you stopped to think that maybe I'm sore from last night, Sir?" I ask, starting to lose my steam because, oddly, his words send tingles through me.

"Well, then I would think you'd do as you're told, so I won't hurt you."

I give up the battle and nod as much as his hand allows me. When he lets go, I stand, trembling slightly, and bend over. I don't wait for him to tell me again; I lift my dress quickly, baring myself to him.

"Fuck, pauper. Your ass is fucking perfect.

" He slaps it, and then I jerk forward, crying out when I feel Jarek bite my right cheek.

He chuckles at my response, and then I hear his belt buckle jingle.

"One of these days, once you're growing with my spawn inside you, I'm going to fuck this tight little hole until it's a gaping mess. "

His fingers are on me, sliding through my folds, then prodding at my entrance before pushing into me.

In and out, they go as my body begins to accept the invasion.

Another dark chuckle comes from the devil behind me just before I hear him spit and feel it hit me.

Jarek presses his thickness against my entrance.

"Beg me, pauper."

"Please, Sir..."

"Aw... I think you can do better than that."

"Please, Sir! I need you to fuck me..." I add a bit of desperation to my voice, and it does the job. He enters me slowly until he's as deep as he can go.

"Jesus, pauper. I don't think I'll ever get used to how tight this cunt is." He pulls out and then slams into me.

Surprisingly, I'm not as sore as I thought I'd be, but I can still feel the remnants from the night before. A gasp slips out when my hips slam into the edge, making Jarek laugh.

"I plan on leaving many marks on you, so you might as well get used to it."

We're not at it long, but I can feel my body starting to respond. Unfortunately, Jarek has other ideas and spills inside me before my climax comes to fruition. He remains inside me for a few minutes, panting after all the grunting he did as he released his load.

"Maybe if you're a good girl the rest of the day, I'll let you come tonight when I come to your room." He finally pulls out, but before I can get up, I feel his fingers run up my inner thigh and push back inside me. "A few of the kids tried to escape," he explains amusedly.

After moving my thong back in place, Jarek helps me to stand.

He pulls my hem down and raises his hand to cup my cheek.

"You know, pauper, it doesn't have to be bad between us.

You signed the contract; you're only making things worse for yourself.

I am a very dominant lover, and I love rough sex.

I'm trying my best to work you into it, but if you don't want to work with me, then I'll stop trying. "

He turns to head for the door, telling me to remain here in the conference room until he comes to get me, and I'm more than willing to do just that.

I fight the tears that want to fall, but I can't risk anyone seeing that weakness from me.

I'll get through this. If I can live on the streets for four years, I can deal with the Falcon asshole for one year.

I push the button on the remote to open the blinds, so I don't feel so lonely in here.

What I see on the other side of the glass wall has me wishing I would have left them closed.

It looks as if Lucinda was just kissing Jarek.

Her hand is flat on his chest, and she's lowering herself while his hand is on her hip, and he's smiling at her retreating form.

Lucinda's eyes meet mine, and she waves, causing Jarek to look my way. However, he doesn't seem happy about me catching him in the compromising position. I cross my arms and look away, ignoring him altogether.