Page 30 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

I throw the covers off me in the wee hours of the morning. I haven't slept for shit; thoughts of my pauper and how she looked bent over the dining room table last night plagued my dreams.

I've been hard all night. I should have taken her then and there, but I was already being a dick by forcing her to take the pill. Instead, I walked her back to her room and applied the soothing cream to her reddened skin before leaving.

I have meetings this morning: one about shipping a new product and the other with my men. There's no way in hell I'm going into either of those meetings with a fucking hard-on.

Stepping into the shower, I keep the water on the cool side, hoping to get my cock to relax, but nothing works. I refuse to jack off because I don't want to waste my seed. There's only one thing left for me to do.

Once I'm finished, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk out.

I pad down the hallway until I get to the only other occupied room on this floor and twist the knob.

Unless she has the key, Lily can't lock the door from inside; it's how I want it.

I don't want her locking herself away—keeping herself from me.

The room is flooded in darkness because of the early hour, but the light from the hallway filters in, giving me enough light to see my pauper.

Walking over to the bed, I gaze down at her.

She's so fucking beautiful. I thought she was pretty back in the day, but now—my cock throbs achingly just looking at her.

Lily lies on her back, her lips parted slightly as she breathes softly.

One hand is raised by her head while the other is relaxed on her chest. I could pull the covers down and slip in between her luscious thighs.

It'd be so easy to just slide into her and release myself, but I want her awake. I want to hear her ask me to fuck her.

Pulling the covers back, I see she's in one of the nighties I purchased for her. I had removed most of her things and replaced them with what I wanted her to wear, including the sexy nighties.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip my hand into her panties and begin rubbing circles around her clit. Lily's body responds to me instantly, and soon, her own lubrication helps make the rubbing easier.

My pauper moans, and her hips move in subtle circles while she remains asleep. It isn't until I pull out one of her breasts and latch on to it that she stirs awake.

"Mm—oh!" She startles awake, but I don't stop—not yet.

Lily stops moving her hips and just lies there, biting her lip and trying so hard not to enjoy the feelings my touch evokes inside her. Taking her hand, I place it over my hardness.

"I have a little problem, pauper."

"S-sir?"

"You did this to me, Lily. How are you going to fix it?" I swirl my tongue around her nipple before biting down lightly and tugging at it.

"Uh…" she moans.

"You are so wet, pauper. Tell me what you want."

She closes her eyes, and I let her—for now.

"Mm, I need to…"

"What? You need to what? Use your words, Liliana."

"I need to come," her voice is soft but so full of need.

"We can help each other out with our problem, but I want to hear you ask for it."

Lily moves her hips again, but she doesn't say anything. I have the sudden urge to taste her, and decide that if she's not ready to ask for it—she will be soon.

I reposition myself between her legs, spread her open, and begin feasting on her. She jerks and cries out, but it's not out of dislike. No, if her hands in my hair, holding me to her, tell me anything, it's that she likes it .

Licking and sucking at her clit, I groan at her taste. I devour her until she's almost coming, and then, I pull away. I slap her clit a few times, making her scream, and then I go back in, plunging my tongue into her sopping entrance.

Something is off. I pull back a little and try to see what is different. Using my thumbs, I pry her open, but it's too dark to see, so I go back in, licking and prodding until I figure it out. The metallic taste should have given it away immediately, but I was too far gone.

Disappointment hits me hard, but it won't stop me—not now. I dive back in, bringing her to the brink again, until finally, my pauper begs.

"Please, Sir. I need you inside of me!"

I pull away, asking, "What exactly do you want me to do. I'm quite enjoying myself at the moment." I love fucking with her.

"Please…" She pauses. When I think she isn't going to finish, she then says, "I need you to fuck me, Sir…"

Grinning, I kneel between her legs and remove the towel. I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and push just the tip in.

"Since I now know you aren't pregnant yet, this is just a practice run," I tell her and then slide all the way in. She's so fucking tight that I have to pause once I'm all the way in and take a breather.

"H-how do you know, Sir?"

"How do I know what—that you're not carrying my child?"

"Yes…"

"Oh, I don't know. How about you tell me?" I claim her mouth, forcing my tongue into hers and letting her taste herself on me. I'm sure my face looks like a horror show, and soon, so will hers.

She must figure it out because she starts shoving at me. I give her what she wants and retract my tongue from her mouth.

"What the…"

"You started your period, pauper."

"And you…you…" she gasps, not able to finish her sentence.

"I never let a good pussy go to waste, pauper. A little blood has never hurt anyone."

Lifting her leg up to my hip, I start off slowly, not wanting to hurt her being as tight as she is. The extra lubricant helps make it easier. When I see her cover her eyes with her hands, I order, "Look at me. Do not take your eyes off me while I'm fucking you, pauper."

"This is so embarrassing, Sir. I'm on my…"

"You're on your fucking period—that's all. The only bad thing about it is that it means my seed hasn't taken yet, but it will. You must have come here after your ovulation period."

"Can you please not talk about it?"

Repositioning myself, I spread her legs wider and pick up my pace. My thumb goes to her clit, and I rub continuously until she tightens around me.

"Come for me, Liliana." I let her name roll off my tongue, making it sound exotic.

"Oh, God… oh, God… oh, God…"

As my thumb still plays with her, I push my middle finger in alongside my cock, stretching her a little more. "That's it, pauper. You're taking me so well," I breathe out as I watch her fall apart all around me.

She keeps her eyes on me the whole time and doesn't even react when I pull my finger free and suck on it.

I've never really been one to earn my red wings, but I can't help myself when it comes to this woman.

I want her to know that every part of her belongs to me and I will take everything I can from her until she believes it herself. I will break her, no matter what.

After making her come one more time, I allow myself to release. Exhaling slowly, I let my eyes close momentarily, savoring this whole experience. I'm feeling so much better than I had when I came into the room. I've fucked Lily before, but this was different; I can't explain.

My eyes snap open, and I instantly pull out of her warmth, regretting it.

I didn't like where my thoughts were going.

I still don't know what I want to do about my pauper once she has the baby.

I'm hoping she stays, for the kids' sake—at least that's what I keep telling myself—but do I really want a woman around?

Am I ready to give up my bachelor life for someone who can't stand me?

"Don't move," I order, opening her nightstand, where I keep the plugs. I return to the bed and insert it. "Leave it in until you get up for the day, and then you can replace it with a tampon or whatever you use. There should be some stocked in your ensuite."

"But why must I plug it up? I won't get pregnant anyway. "

Smirking, I reply, "Because I like knowing you're full of my cum, pauper."

As soon as I grab the towel and start wiping my dick off, Lily moves over to the other side of the bed, probably to get away from the mess we surely made. From what I can tell, with the light coming in from the open door, the towel is a bloody mess, so I can only imagine what the sheets are like.

Not caring that I'm completely naked, I walk around to the other side of the bed. Liliana stares up at me, and for just a second, I feel like an asshole. The defeated look in her eyes causes a weird feeling inside, but I push it away. I can't feel bad about what I've done. She signed the contract.

I try consoling her just a bit by caressing my finger down her cheek. "Go back to sleep, pauper. In fact, I want you to sleep in. I'll inform the kitchen to hold off on your breakfast."

Without another word from either of us, I walk away. I rub my fingers together, feeling the wetness from Lily's tears, but I don't stop to acknowledge any of it. Closing the door behind me, I return to my room, where I take another shower before finally getting ready for my day.

"That's not fucking good enough!" I slam my hand down on the desk.

My shipping manager slinks back in his chair while I unload a plethora of curse words at him.

This is the second time someone has tried to steal our shipments.

I'd like to say that I'm happy none of the motherfuckers survived, but at the same time, I need answers, and you can't get answers from dead men.

"The guys said that none of them spoke English. They weren't sure what language it was, maybe Russian."

"Why the fuck would the Russians want my shipments? They have a much larger amount of weaponry than I've got."

It's true. Unless it's a small-time gang just starting off, none of the Russians would want my shit. No, this is more personal than anything.

"I want more men. I need men with no scruples getting their hands dirty and doing what needs to be done to keep my product safe. I have a whole new shipment going out, and I'll be damned if anything happens to it."

"Yes, Sir. I'll find more men and send them Joey's way to get vetted."

"Good. Now, get the fuck out of my office!"

Damn, what started off as a good day, no thanks to my pauper, has turned into a total shit show.

My earlier meeting with Lonzo and the capos wasn't too bad, but it wasn't all that great either.

One of my dancers turned up dead in the back alley of my most profitable club, and now I have to go in and talk to one of the detectives.

It's not like I'm too worried; the police department is on my payroll.

Pressing the intercom button, I call for Lucinda. The woman is quick to enter my office, carrying a notepad. All she had to do was pick up the phone, but lately, she's been doing it old school. I don't give a fuck—as long as the job gets done.

"Yes, Mr. Falcon?"

I glance up to see my receptionist smiling at me. When I examine her attire, I notice an extra button on her blouse is undone. It's also a bit see-through, showcasing her black bra, and her pencil skirt fits her like a second skin.

"What the fuck are you wearing, Lucinda?"

Her smile drops, and she looks down at her clothing. "I'm sorry; what about my clothing, Sir?"

"It's inappropriate to wear here at the office. Now, cancel all my afternoon appointments, then go the fuck home and change. I don't want my receptionist looking like a damn escort."

"Y-yes, Mr. Falcon. I'm sorry, I didn't realize—"

"The fuck you didn't. You've been acting out of sorts since I brought Liliana here. Listen well, Lucinda; I'm not going to fuck you ever again, so stop trying to situate yourself into my personal life. Now get the fuck out."

I watch my receptionist run out. I could have handled it a little better but fuck that. She's a good receptionist, but that doesn't mean I'll put up with insubordination.

Standing, I turn off my computer and button my suit jacket before grabbing my phone and texting my driver. I'm over this day already, and it's not even half over.