Page 26 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

I haven't been summoned by the devil or seen him around the mansion in days.

Ever since that day he fucked that woman right beside me and then filled me with his seed through a syringe, I've stayed in my room.

It wasn't until this morning that I learned Jarek hadn't been home.

Jackson talked me into leaving my room and showed me where the library and the media room were located.

He, of course, disappeared soon after ensuring I was okay on my own.

I know he has other work to do, and how fun can it be babysitting boring ole me?

I thanked him and then headed for the library; I've been here ever since.

It's been a quiet afternoon, and when I hear the door open, I assume it's Jackson bringing me a snack because I've missed lunch, but it's not.

I don't know the woman who's sauntering toward me, wearing a grimace.

Is this another one of Jarek's submissives?

"Hello. I'm Liliana," I start by being cordial, but it's apparent that she doesn't care to know who I am.

"Did I ask?" She looks me up and down with disgust on her face. "I don't care to know Jarek's whores. What I do want to know is why you're in my library?"

"Oh? Well, you see, Jackson brought me here and told me I could use it anytime. I was also told by Jarek himself, that I'm in charge of the household when he isn't around. So, if you don't mind me asking, who the hell are you?"

I tried being nice, but she must not know the concept, so I'll stoop to her level .

"How dare you speak to me that way? I am in charge of this family until Jarek inherits it all, and you will listen to me!"

Ah, I've ruffled her feathers—good. I don't know who this bitch is, and at this point, I don't really care.

"I'm sorry, but I only take orders from Jarek. Whether he takes orders from you or someone else that's none of my business. I'm here to do a job, and that's what I'm going to do. I'm sure that if you were important, Jarek would have told me about you."

The woman crosses her arms and moves closer to me. "Oh, you're going to be a real problem, I see."

"No. Stay away from me, and we will be just fine."

She jerks back as if I've slapped her. "Why, you little bitch!"

When she starts to come for me, I stand from the chair I've been sitting in and hold my hand out to stop her while my other hand goes to my stomach.

"I wouldn't if I were you. Jarek's been pumping me full of seed since I arrived, and I could be carrying his child already."

I know it isn't possible because I'm due to get my period in the next day or two.

I haven't been ovulating for some time, so all those little boys and girls the devil's released in me were for nothing.

I'm not going to tell this woman that, though.

She's been trying to intimidate me ever since she walked in, and it hasn't worked, but then the next words out of her mouth have me questioning just how sane this bitch really is.

"Do you think I care about the brat you carry? If anything, it's more of a hindrance to me. I'd be happy if you never got knocked up…"

Her words ring loud in my ears. Who the hell is this woman? Could she be an ally of mine? Maybe she can help it so I don't get pregnant.

"Again, I ask, who are you?" I raise my brow at her.

"I'm Carmen Falcon, Jarek's aunt."

A throat clears, and Jackson walks into the room carrying a tray and some tea. "Miss Liliana, since you missed lunch, I took it upon myself to bring you a little something."

"Thank you, Jackson. That was very kind of you."

"I think the whore can fetch her own food. You are too busy to be stopping just to tend to her needs." Carmen sneers at my friend .

Jackson's spine straightens, and he turns toward Carmen. "I am following strict orders from my boss. I am to ensure that Liliana is fed and well cared for when Mr. Falcon isn't around. She is my job for the time being."

I watch the interaction between the two and I've concluded that Jackson can't stand the woman. However, she couldn't care less what he thinks, but what does have her upset is me. What have I done to this woman to make her dislike me so much?

Against my better judgment, I step forward and hold my hand out to her. "I'm sorry, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. The last thing I want to do is insult a member of Jarek's family, so please accept my apology."

Once again, she stares at my hand with disdain—like I've got some kind of disease. "I wouldn't touch you if my life depended on it."

"Don't waste your time, Liliana. Ms. Carmen doesn't like anybody but herself," Jackson states.

"Oh, come now, Jax," Carmen says as she saunters over to him and runs her hand up his chest. "You didn't feel that way when you had your cock eight inches deep inside me, now, did you?"

Jackson pales. "My name is Jackson ," he bites out. "And that was long before you showed me your true bitch colors."

Carmen throws her head back and cackles. "Oh, Jax. You haven't seen bitch yet.'"

With one last look at me, the woman turns and stomps out of the room, her heels clattering across the floor. No wonder Jarek is the way he is. I glance at my new friend and then smirk.

"I figured you had higher standards than that," I tease.

He rolls his eyes at me. "I was new and thought I would be fired if I didn't tend to her needs. It's not like she's hard to look at, but now that I know what she's like on the inside, she's one of the ugliest women I've ever met."

"How did you stop if you thought it was what you needed to do?"

"Mr. Falcon found out and threatened to fire me. Turned out that he couldn't stand her and informed me that I didn't work for her."

"What about—" I start to ask about Sasha, but Jackson cuts me off.

"I'm sorry, Liliana, but I must insist that you stop with the questions. I don't feel right gossiping." Jackson subtly looks to the corner of the room, and that's when I notice the camera.

How many other cameras are scattered throughout the house?

As if he can read my thoughts, he whispers, " Every room."

He enunciates the word so there's no misunderstanding. Every room has a camera—including mine. The anger that engulfs me is palpable. Jarek has been watching my every move, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that.

"Please, Liliana. Eat and return to your book," Jackson urges as he looks at Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice that I had flipped upside down on the table when Carmen came in.

I scoff. "I don't know if I'm in the mood anymore. I may just go take a nap."

"I prefer you don't," comes a voice from the doorway, and I swing around to find Jarek standing casually against the doorjamb with his arms and legs crossed. "I think it's time we discuss a few things, don't you, pauper?"

"As you wish. You're the boss, Sir ," I reply snidely.

Irritation flashes in his eyes, but I don't care. I have a few choice words for him anyway, and although I hate him at the moment, I wouldn't feel right giving him a piece of my mind in front of others. It's bad enough I almost lost it when we were at Falcon Enterprises; that isn't like me.

"Leave us, Jackson, and make sure we aren't disturbed." Jarek's dark eyes burn into mine as he orders Jackson to leave. Pushing away from the door, he strolls closer to me, but I hold my ground. "Been busy while I was away?" he inquires.

"I don't think you want to hear about my boredom. Of course, you already know about it, though, don't you?" I purposefully don't address him as I should.

"Hm," he hums, catching my disrespectful behavior, but ignores it and asks, "Should I know what you mean by that statement?"

"You know very well what I'm referring to. I want the cameras removed from my room," I state, leaving no room for argument, or so I thought.

Jarek's amused chuckle tells me I won't get what I want.

"Oh, Pauper. You've only been here a week and already demanding things like you have control over me.

I hate to be the one to say it, but the only way any woman will ever have control over me is if her pussy can whip me into submission.

" He's backed me into the sofa table and now cages me in with his arms as he leans in closer.

Glancing downward between us, his eyes meet mine again, adding, "We both know that hasn't happened yet…

and I doubt it will at all. You want this to be about business, so I'll treat it as such.

We will continue to fill you with my seed until it's confirmed that you carry my child. "

"What of Sasha?" I ask steadily.

"What of her? I need someone to fuck, don't I? Unless, of course, you're up for another compromise."

My eyes flicker back and forth between his eyes before I ask, "What kind of compromise?"

"I will release Sasha from her contract as long as you come willingly to my bed." A dash of excitement flashes in Jarek's eyes when he states the requirement.

"So, I just allow you to have sex with me without giving you any trouble? You come to me, I lay on my back, and you fill me with your seed?"

"Oh, no, pauper. It's true, I will come to you, but I want you to come to me at least twice a week, willingly. I need to believe that you want my cock like a needy whore."

Gasping, my hand comes to my neck as I stare shockingly at his amused look. "Why must you be so crude? I'm here, I've signed your stupid contract, what more do you want from me?"

The amusement drops from his face, and he raises his hand to run his knuckles down my cheek in a light caress. It then slides around and grips my nape as he says, "I want your full submission, pauper. If you want me to get rid of my submissive, then you must take her place."

Jarek's mouth is hard when he presses it to mine, claiming my lips and prodding them with his tongue until I open.

For some unfathomable reason, I open without hesitation.

Something inside tells me not to deny this man, and although I want to bite down and rip his tongue off, I don't. The kiss is hot and scintillating, and it takes my breath away.

Instead of fighting him and trying to break the kiss, I lean into it—and moan .

It's precisely what he wanted because the moment the sound vibrates through me, Jarek pulls away and smirks, mockingly.

"See, deep down, your body wants it. Maybe it's time you stop listening to your head and start listening to your body.

Your head and heart will never make you feel the way your body makes you feel, pauper, and believe me when I say your body wants me. "

Anger fills me when he steps away, feeling pleased with himself, but I hold back from showing it.

No good will come of it. If he means what he said about getting rid of Sasha, and if I can make myself do what needs to be done, maybe, just maybe, I can control him for once. The only question is—can I do it?

"You promise to get rid of her and any other women while you're sleeping with me?"

"Oh, pauper." He hooks a piece of hair over my ear. "As long as you're pleasing me—why would I need another?"

I swallow hard. God help me if I'm wrong, but as I stare into his dark, soulless eyes, I see the truth in what he says. If anything, Jarek has always done what he said he would, even back in school, so I will take him at his word.

I nod. "Okay, I agree to those terms."