Page 27 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

I've lost complete control of all my senses.

Agreeing to be Jarek's whore was never in my plans when I accepted his offer.

I do accept responsibility for signing a contract that I did not read.

I should have known he'd put some depraved things in it; maybe deep down, I knew what the possibilities were, and that's why I ignored his warning to read it.

I'd be lying if I said that Jarek Falcon wasn't handsome.

He was cute back in school, and he's only grown into it over the years.

It's no hardship being with him in the sexual sense, and being a virgin at the age of twenty-two wasn't really what I wanted.

But, by no means did I ever want to be someone's whore.

"You're thinking too much, pauper," Jarek states as he returns his hand to my neck.

He doesn't squeeze or tighten it—it's more of a power play if you ask me. As I stand here waiting to see what he does next, Jarek leans in as if to say something, but then he inhales deeply. He shoves his face into my hair and continues for a few seconds longer before pulling back.

"Such a lovely scent. One I've missed for four very long years." His eyes study every inch of my face until they finally meet mine. "I'm going to bend you over the couch, and then, I'm going to fuck you. But first…" His mouth curves into a sardonic smile, and he orders, "On. Your. Knees."

"What?" My brows furrow as I frown.

"Don't make me repeat myself, pauper."

When his hands go to the belt around his waist, and the jingle of it being undone reaches my ears, I understand what he wants.

Surprisingly, I drop to my knees immediately, trying to remember everything Heath had taught me.

I may have dropped a little too fast, causing Jarek to think I'm anxious to have my mouth on his cock.

"That's the kind of enthusiasm I like to see. Can't wait to wrap those lips around me, huh?"

I ignore his question, earning his anger. His hand is in my hair, tugging it so I have to look up at him.

"Answer me when I ask a question, pauper."

"Yes, Sir. "

"Yes, Sir, what?"

Irritation fills me. It annoys me when men think they need to ask such crude questions and expect a female to answer them. Truth be told, I think it annoys me because it also turns me on.

"Yes, Sir. I want to suck your cock."

"That's my good girl. See, was that so hard to admit?"

"No, Sir—"

He cuts my words off by pushing his length into my mouth. "Take it all like the good whore you're going to be for me, pauper." He pushes in deeper until he hits the back of my throat and says, "That's it. Damn, no gag reflex? That's a shame. I want to make you cry for me."

The moment he entered my mouth, I relaxed my throat, just like Heath taught me, so I was able to take him initially. However, when he picks up speed and starts using more force, I can't keep up and he gets what he wants. Tears begin streaming down my face with each thrust.

"Ah, there they are—so fucking beautiful. Do you know you cry so prettily, pauper?"

I hum a response just so he won't get pissed, and he grins.

"Fuck, this mouth is so fucking sinful. I'm not going to last too long like this." He tears himself from my mouth, lifts and spins me around, and walks me over to the couch, where he proceeds to bend me over just like he said he would.

Jarek grabs the waistline of the leggings I'm wearing and yanks them down roughly, taking my panties with them. "Please, must you be so rough, Sir?"

A sting to my ass is all the response I get, or so I thought. It's not until he pushes his pulsing cock into me that he answers .

"I'll be as rough with you as I want to be. You will love everything I do to you, pauper—I can promise you that."

I try to at least get up on my hands, but he places his hand in the middle of my shoulder blades, pushing me down until my head is on the cushion.

He doesn't need to tell me to stay because the moment he groans as he plants himself all the way inside me, I already know.

He likes this position. My clit rubs against the rough fibers on the couch, making my breath hitch when I feel the tingle begin to elevate.

I must make little sounds because Jarek chuckles before saying, "You're more than welcome to come, pauper if you can get off by dry humping the sofa.

Rub that clit back and forth while I fuck this pretty little pussy.

" He takes my hips and maneuvers us, so my clit does just that.

"That's it. Be a dirty girl and fuck the arm of the sofa. "

"Please, Sir…"

I'm not sure what I'm pleading for because this is embarrassing as hell, yet I feel my climax building the more he fucks me into the couch.

"Go ahead and beg me, pauper. It turns me on every time you do it. Tell me, though. Are you begging me to stop, or do you need me to fuck you harder?"

When I don't answer him, another sting streaks across my ass, and I cry out, "Harder, Sir!"

"And there she is—my good little whore."

Jarek fucks me like a madman about to serve a life sentence and never have sex again, but he does it so deliciously. He mumbles crude and depraved words as he pounds into me, and as for myself, I'm at the precipice, about to tumble over.

He surprises me and reaches down, plugging my nose and covering my mouth.

His hot breath caresses my ear as he commands, "Fight for it, pauper.

Fight for air and fight for the orgasm that's about to cripple every goddamn cell you have in your body— fight for it !

" he growls out the last part as he slams into me repeatedly.

I start to struggle when I feel the burning in my lungs.

Spots dance across my vision, and still, Jarek continues to fuck me as the friction between the couch and my clit builds to new heights.

Just when I think I'm going to black out, everything happens at once.

Jarek removes his hand as he roars with his explosion, and what feels like a bomb detonating deep inside my core has me squeezing his cock, and bucking back into him.

Jarek holds my hips down firmly as he continues pumping his seed into me. "Don't fucking move. Take it, Liliana—take it all!"

I turn my head into the cushions so the whole mansion doesn't hear me as my climax goes on for what seems like forever.

I can barely catch my breath, never mind move, so when I feel Jarek pull out and then something being pushed back inside of me, I don't fight.

I have no strength. Besides, I already know it's a plug.

"Keep it in for at least an hour, then you can remove it," Jarek states.

I can hear his belt jingle as he puts himself back together. I'm so ashamed of myself right now that I can't even look at him. It doesn't seem to bother him, though.

"How was your day, pauper?"

I blink when I hear the simple question, feeling the anger begin to form, but I keep it at bay and reply, "I met your aunt today.

" I pause when I hear it go silent behind me.

"You may want to tell her she has no power over me because I won't have two of you telling me what to do. I do not answer to her…"

"And who is it that you do answer to?" he asks knowing fully well what my answer will be.

"I answer to you, Sir—only you."

"That's a good girl." He hums and drags a finger through my sopping-wet folds, bringing it up higher until it stops at my tight ring. "One of these days, pauper—I'm going to own this hole, too."

I whimper.

I don't want him to go there. I thought this was about procreating? There's no need for him to take me there, but that's a fight for another day.

I've just entered my room when the door slams closed behind me, making me jump. I know I didn't push it that hard, so when I turn around, I scream, and my hand flies to my chest .

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?"

"Me? What the fuck are you doing, demanding that Master gets rid of me?"

"You were eavesdropping!" I accuse, narrowing my eyes at Sasha.

"I was here first, and I will make damn sure that I remain here!" she states angrily.

"Do whatever you think you have to do, but at the end of the day, I think we both know who will stay and who will go. He needs an Heir, and I doubt he will want one with a used-up whore such as yourself."

I don't see it coming, so when the sting across my face comes, I stare wide-eyed at the bitch. Oh, hell no, she didn't! I may not be a fighter, but as an adult, I will not allow anyone to treat me this way, not out of anger or, in this case—jealousy.

I slap her back, stunning her just as much as she did me.

"You bitch! You're going to pay for that!" Sasha screams at me.

Sasha comes at me, knocking me to the ground and grabbing my hair on each side of my head. She sits on me and tries to bang my head against the floor, but I twist. Burning resonates through my scalp as my hair gets yanked the other way by the motion.

Before anything else can be done, a roar echoes through the room and within seconds, Sasha is pulled from on top of me. My hand goes to my head, hoping I don't find a bald spot, and to my relief, I don't.

"Please, Master! I'm sorry—she started it!

I came in here to talk to her and become friends with her, but she attacked me!

" Sasha pleads with a very pissed-off Jarek.

He's holding her by her hair. When his eyes land on me, they soften just the tiniest bit but then harden again when he looks at Sasha.

"What is the number two rule in my house?" he asks her through a clenched jaw.

"No lying, Master. Which is why I'm telling you the truth!" Sasha swears.

Using her hair to pull her over to the corner of the room, he forces Sasha to look at a speck on the wall by the ceiling. One that I've never noticed before because it's that small.

"Tell me what that is, Sasha! Come on, you've been here long enough to know what it is. "

There have been times that I've seen Jarek upset, maybe a little pissed, but seeing him enraged scares the shit out of me. What has me moving back is when Sasha remains quiet, and Jarek pulls his gun out, pointing it at her head.

She cries out as I slap my hand over my mouth.

"Answer the fucking question." His voice is low and very menacing.

"I-It's a c-camera, M-Master."

"Very good. Now, you want to try telling me again why you're in Liliana's room?"

"I overheard you t-talking to h-her. She w-wants you to g-get rid of m-me," the submissive stutters.

"So what. Liliana is going to give me an Heir. What the fuck are you going to give me, except a fucking headache?"

"Please, Master! I beg you, don't send me away—I'm sorry!" Sasha pleads but it does no good.

Jarek holsters his gun and says, "No worries, I'm not sending you away yet. You have to be punished for attacking Lily."

Hearing him say the name that he used to call me by when we were younger throws me off guard momentarily, but then Sasha's words push my thoughts aside.

"Please, no! Not the cage! I'll do anything, but please don't put me in the cage!" She looks frightened as hell, but I can't find it in me to feel sorry for her.

I'm interested to see what this cage is all about. I've heard it mentioned before but never thought too much about it. Now that I'm seeing Sasha's reaction, my interest has piqued.

"Come with me, pauper. It's time you see what the cage is about. You may think twice about disobeying me in the future."