Page 25 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

Sasha comes to the dining room and kneels at my feet. When she starts to open her robe, I stop her. "I did not call you down here for that. I want you to go to the kitchen and get yourself fed. I'll require you in about an hour."

"But can't I eat here with you, Master? You can have your dessert like old times," she says seductively as her hand snakes up my thigh.

I slap it away.

"I gave you an order; now do as you're told or get the fuck out of my house." I couldn't care less whether she stays at this point; she's only good for one thing and is about to find out what that is.

As soon as I've given my little pauper enough time to eat, I go to her. She doesn't seem to be very happy to see me—like I care. I'm trying to keep this strictly business, and unlike Sasha who gets the cage, Liliana is about to find out what happens when you disobey or deny me.

I watched Jackson and Lily interact earlier, and although I'm not disturbed by their friendship, I don't want them to spend too much time together. I know the effects that my pauper can have on people; I can't have her turning my own employees against me.

During my little stalking session, I learned just how much she hates the fact that I have a submissive living here. I thought she was just jealous, but it's not that at all. So, I'm going to do a little experiment and see how my pauper feels about it.

She reluctantly takes my hand and I pull her from the room. She's still wearing the same dress as earlier, making it easier to do what I need to do. As soon as Lily notices where I'm taking her, though, she tries pulling back.

I give her a warning look. "Would you rather me do it right here for anyone to see? I have house staff cleaning. Would you like them to happen upon you being punished?"

She stops struggling and allows me to pull her the rest of the way to the playroom. I toss her onto the bed and instruct her to put her arms over her head. I lock my pauper's wrists into the leather cuffs as soon as she does.

When I pick up the harness that I brought out earlier, Lily's eyes widen, and she watches as I attach it to her thighs, just above the knees.

"W-what are you doing?" she asks.

I cock my brow at her.

"Sir…" she adds quickly.

I don't answer her, and until I've secured the harness straps to the headboard, leaving my pauper's legs up and wide open, I don't say anything else, either.

"You won't be needing these," I say as I rip her thong from her body and then stuff them into her mouth.

At this time, the door to the playroom opens, and my submissive walks in. Sasha's eyes widen and I can see the jealousy burning within them.

"Come here, Sasha." I motion her to the bed and explain, "My little pauper needs to be punished, so I need your help. Strip and get on all fours right beside Lily."

I look over at my pauper and grin at the rage burning in her eyes. She tries yelling at me, but her thong stops it from getting out.

"Let this be a lesson for you, pauper. I am the boss in all things, and I own you for a year. You signed the contract, agreeing to give me an Heir, yet you don't want me to fuck you when I have a submissive who I can fuck instead. Does that sum it up?"

Her head nods vigorously.

"Well, then, I have a solution." I bring a few other items to the bed and place them beside me as I kneel behind Sasha.

I open my pants, release my cock, and rip open the condom package, rolling the rubber all the way down my length. Lining my tip up to Sasha's entrance, I keep my eyes on my pauper as I sink into my submissive until my balls slap against her pussy.

I can't help the groan that comes from me because her cunt feels good; not as good as Lily's would feel, but I'll take it. I pull out and then slam back into her, picking up the pace as I continue to watch my pauper.

"Oh yes, Master…more…harder!" Sasha cries out, and I give her what she wants.

Gripping her hips, I angle myself just right and begin thrusting even harder. "How's that, slut. Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Master… don't stop!" Sasha pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

"That's it… that's a good girl. Make your Master come," I tell her.

The look on Lily's face is confusing. I can still see the anger, but then I can also see the hurt and, lastly—the lust. I continue to fuck my submissive right beside the mother of my future child, and although Sasha is fucking back on me like a bitch in heat, it's Liliana who has my spine starting to tingle and my balls pulling up.

I pull out of Sasha, ordering, "Play with yourself and come for me."

Still not taking my eyes off Lily, I rip the condom off and pick up the syringe beside me. I continue stroking my cock, and as soon as I start to explode, I hold my tip to the opening and spurt every last drop into the syringe.

When I'm done, I lube the other end up and slowly insert it into Liliana's cunt, pushing the plunger until almost every drop enters its rightful place. I reach over and grab the other item I brought over.

You see, there are certain species that can create what is known as a mating plug.

It's a secretion produced by the male that hardens in the vagina to allow the sperm to reach its destination.

Since humans do not have this convenience, I'm using a different type of plug.

Replacing the syringe with the plug, I keep Lily in position while I watch Sasha finish getting off.

As soon as Sasha comes down from her climax, I slap her ass and dismiss her. I don't miss the glare she gives me, or my pauper for that matter, but I don't care. This is a private moment now, and I need to spend it with Lily as she holds my soldiers inside the pussy that I should have fucked .

"That's a good girl. I know you're mad at me, but you did this to yourself.

Don't you think I'd rather make a baby naturally with you?

I don't know what other way to do it if you don't want to have sex with me.

This is how it must be from now on. You'll be basted like a Butterball turkey on the holiday. "

I pull the thong from her mouth, and she spits at me.

Her saliva hits my chin, and I wipe it away.

Then, I grip her jaw and get close to her face.

"Did you not see what I'm capable of doing, pauper?

Keep it up, and I won't care if you're agreeable; I'll fuck you like a whore and then pass you around to my men.

Is that what you want? You have favor with me at the moment.

Do you honestly think that I treat other women the way I do you?

I fucking loathe women." Memories of years ago when Carmen let her friends have me dance through my head.

"You have no idea what you vile creatures have put me through, but you—you, Liliana, have always been in the back of my mind as the one who could have every piece of me if only you ever wanted it. "

I can't look at her anymore. I leave her there while I go and cool off. I don't want to hurt her, but when those intrusive thoughts come crashing back, I don't know if I'd be able to stop myself from doing something I will regret.

I've stayed away from Liliana for two days. After returning to the playroom and carrying my pauper to her room, I left and haven't been back to the house. I left Jackson there because, if I'm being honest, I don't trust Sasha or Carmen.

I'm not happy that I stooped that low, but when it comes to Liliana, I lose my fucking mind.

I don't know how to punish her properly.

Some days, I want to wrap my hands around her pretty little neck and watch as I extinguish her miserable life.

But then, thinking about a world without her in it puts a halt to those thoughts.

They then change to me choking her as I fuck her into submission, only allowing a minuscule of air into her lungs to keep her alive .

I could snuff out the life from Sasha and have no qualms about it. I'd do the same with Carmen if I knew I could get away with it, but until I have full power, I'm stuck dealing with her.

I once asked Lonzo what made Carmen so fucking special that I couldn't snuff the light out of her beady little eyes.

He informed me that she was the niece of a powerful Don up North, one who we are now allies with because of the marriage between her and my uncle.

I never knew that. So, unless I want to start a war with the Greco-Crime family, I can't touch her.

I pull up to Lonzo's estate and climb out of my Mercedes, buttoning my suit jacket up before I start for the door.

I had called ahead of time, informing him that I'd be coming by so he's expecting me.

We need to talk about what the dead guy told me.

If my family was having issues with another family, then Lonzo would know about it.

"Ah, young Falcon, come in, come in…" my underboss greets when his butler shows me to his office. "It's always a pleasure having you in my home."

"Thanks, Lonzo. I love being here," I tell him, and it's the truth. It's always felt more like home to me than my own.

"How's that Bellezza of yours?" he asks, grinning.

I flinch.

"I don't really know. I haven't been home in a few days. I've had," I start before pausing, and then finding the right words, continue, "issues that needed tending to."

The older Lonzo gives a boisterous laugh before replying, "Ah, yes. Women tend to cause big issues, but alas, we do need them."

"Do we, though?"

Still grinning, Joseph raises a brow, asking, "You need an Heir, don't you?"

I sigh. "Yeah, I guess so."

Lonzo waves his hand between us. "Enough talk about donna. That's not why you're here—or is it?"

"No, it's not," I respond. "This is about the thief that the men caught. His name was Liam, but he wouldn't give his last name. Before I put a bullet in his head, he told me that my parent's death was a hit and that I was supposed to die with them. "

Joseph sits back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and steepling his pointers to place against his lips as if in deep thought. Finally, he states, "I've often wondered about that, but your uncle, God rest his soul, didn't believe it. After all, you survived the fire."

"Yeah, that's the only thing that doesn't make sense," I murmur.

"Did the donnola say whether your life is in jeopardy now?" Lonzo inquires, but I shake my head.

"No. Then again, I didn't ask. I only asked who he was working for, and when he refused to tell me, I graced him with one of my bullets. If he wasn't going to tell me who he worked for, then I doubted he would tell me if my life was in danger." I shrug as if it makes no difference.

" Capo, Capo , you must be careful . Many men would love to have your seat on the Rushwood throne."

"Let them come for me. They will die trying," I state, not caring either way.

I'm not sure if I have a death wish, but to some, hearing that there could be a hit out on your head would be disturbing and frightening—not to me. I say, let them come , and may the best man win.

Joesph chuckles, but it's not quite in amusement, more like condescending. "For someone who is dead set on conceiving an Heir, you sure don't seem like you care if that Bellezza lives or dies."

I study the older man as I take in his words, and something inside me twists. I hadn't even thought of my pauper. She's always safely tucked away in my home, but she hasn't even been with me for a whole week; I'm still getting used to the fact that I even have her with me.

After discussing a few more business topics, I take my leave and head back home.

I've been away for far too long, and it's time I take action where my pauper is concerned.

I won't give in to everything, but I can concede on a few.

I told Liliana that she is important in my household, yet I haven't quite given her the chance to act like the lady of the Falcon Estate or, as Lonzo would say, my donna. It's about time I changed that.