Page 33 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

"Start talking," I order Jackson once he walks me back to my room.

"I don't know what you mean, Liliana."

"Why didn't I know about Seth? Better yet, why did I not know you swung for the other team?"

"You're too nosey for your own good." My friend grins. "If I'm being perfectly honest, it's because it's nobody's business."

I gasp and feign a hurt look. "I thought we shared everything; you're all I have here in this hell, so I live vicariously through you."

Jackson gives me a look as if to say, "Really?"

"What? Did you think I would judge you?"

Sighing, Jackson pinches the bridge of his nose. "No, I didn't think that. I just don't go around talking about my personal life. And to be perfectly clear, I swing for both teams. I appreciate what both sexes have to offer."

Raising my brow in surprise, I grin. "That's kind of hot, Jackson."

At that moment, my phone vibrates in my back pocket, and I pull it out to see a message from the devil himself.

He never messages me, so I find it odd, especially when it's just to tell me he won't be home for dinner.

But then his next message comes through with him telling me that I need to be ready for him.

There's the devil I know. I'm perturbed by the whole situation, especially after what happened.

Then there was this morning.

If I thought I'd be getting a reprieve during my time of the month, then I was dead wrong. Who does that kind of thing? What irritates me even more is that although I find it disgusting, it also turns me on. I'm beginning to think that the longer I remain here, the more I'm going to lose myself .

"What is it?" Jackson asks.

"Oh, you know, the almighty devil himself making more demands." I glance at the camera in the corner, not caring if he's watching or not. "He informed me you would be bringing items to my room later, so if you haven't gotten the message, you will be."

Jackson sighs, turning concerned eyes on me.

"What is it? If you're concerned about me, then don't—"

"It's not that, Liliana," he cuts in.

"Then what's with the look?"

"You have to understand one thing. Mr. Falcon confides certain things in me. Don't ask what they are because I keep it confidential, like with you. The only thing you must know is that nothing is as it seems when it comes to our employer."

"So, you're telling me that Jarek isn't an egotistical King Pin who kills people in front of others and whose depravity knows no bounds?" I lift my brow at my friend.

Jackson's grin is immediate, and he replies, "No, he's all that and more, but what you don't see is what he is underneath. Mr. Falcon hasn't had it easy, and if you just give him a chance, he'll probably open up and confide in you one day."

I nibble on my bottom lip as I contemplate Jackson's words. I don't know if I can give Jarek the chance—he hasn't done anything to deserve it.

"One more thing to keep in mind and maybe ponder over," Jackson adds before briefly pausing. "He hates women, but you are different. Figure out the reason for that, and I think you'll figure out the rest."

"Why does he hate women?"

Jackson shakes his head. "I've already said too much. Just take my advice and try to give him a chance, or at least watch him."

When he turns to leave, I grab his arm, stopping him. "Where do you think you're going? You have more explaining to do on the whole Seth topic."

He groans. "Seriously, Liliana? Do you want to do some pedicures while I talk about how much I love sucking his cock, or how he loves taking my cock up his ass?" Jackson's sarcastic tone doesn't faze me one bit.

I rub my hands together, grinning. "Oh, I want to hear all of it!"

The afternoon flies by, and true to his promise, Jarek sends Jackson back to my room with a bag of goods.

I had already spent most of the day with my friend, learning everything I could about him and his little boy toy, Seth.

Turns out, they're both on rebounds and just having a little fun—so he says—but that kiss Seth gave him seemed more than what he's leading it to be. I don't push on it, though.

Jackson is smirking as he comes into my room and places the bag on my bed. "Somebody is in for a good time tonight," he states.

I cross my arms, glowering at the guy.

"I know you want me to give Jarek a chance, but you don't understand the depths to which he went in bullying me."

"He was in high school and didn't know how to show the right kind of emotion…" Jackson tries excusing Jarek's behavior, but I'm not buying it.

"He chased me into traffic all because I wouldn't wear a stupid bracelet that stated his ownership of me!"

"Well, the way I saw it, he was protecting you from others, but—"

"What do you mean, the way you saw it? You knew he bullied me back then? You saw him doing it, and you're still excusing his actions?" I'm trying hard to keep my temper down—it's not Jackson's fault; it was a few years ago, but it's so hard.

"I'm not excusing his actions, but knowing what I do now about him, I can see why he was doing what he did. As I said earlier, you will begin to understand once you see him .

I kick Jackson out of my room, frustrated with him, but more for the fact that I'm dying to see what's in the bag. I don't want to do it with him in here. It's bad enough that he brought them to me and knows what I'll be doing later.

"If you need me to explain any of those items, just holler," he muses as I shove at his back.

"Don't worry, I'll Google it before I ask you ."

"Whatever. I'll be up soon with your dinner. "

I slam the door behind him and turn around, staring at the black duffle bag sitting on the bed. I know curiosity killed the cat, but I'm too nervous not to look inside the bag. Besides, Jarek never said I couldn't look.

Walking over to the bed slowly, my hands tremble slightly as I reach for the zipper.

Calm down, Lily; it's not like it's going to bite you.

I slide the zipper across the bag and peer into its dark depths. I can't make out much, so I begin pulling the items out.

When I've pulled the last one out of the bag, I step back and examine each piece.

Everything from handcuffs, vibrators, and nipple clamps are spread across my bed.

There's a bar that extends with cuffs on each end and a bottle of lube.

A wooden paddle with holes and a leather handle with tassels on it also lies in the mix.

Everything appears relatively normal when using sex toys, yet I'm feeling a significant sense of unease about using some of the items—like the bar. What are his plans? Is he going to restrain me and then paddle my ass?

A knock sounds at the door, and I scramble to gather the items up. I then toss the blanket from the foot of my bed over them before calling out.

"Come in."

Jackson appears with my food tray, and the first thing he does is smile when he spots the blanket on the bed. I can feel my face flush with heat, knowing that he now knows I know what will happen soon.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. He's actually taking it easy on you."

"Please don't, Jackson…"

He chuckles. "You'll get used to it eventually. You may even like it—oh no!" He feigns shock as he covers his mouth, and I can't help but laugh.

The longer I'm around Jackson, the more he's turning into a real person, not just an employee of the devil. I can see the boyish charm he still has, and I'm beginning to wish I had known him in school. The past is the past, though. I'm grateful to know him now, even if he can be a pain in my ass .

"Get out of here, Jackson." I roll my eyes and walk over to where he placed my food.

Lasagna and garlic bread make my mouth water when I lift the lid, and I could just cry. I was tired of eating things I could barely pronounce, so Jackson has been requesting simple dishes like this one.

"Thank you," I tell him before he walks out.

"No problem. Enjoy. Mr. Falcon will be home in about an hour."

"What?!"

Jackson wiggles his fingers at me as he closes the door with a goofy grin. I'm going to kill him! I look at my food longingly, wanting to dive into the deliciousness of it, but I should really clean myself up a bit.

"You know what? Fuck it, and fuck him!" I exclaim out loud.

If he wants to have his filthy way with me, then he's going to get me however he gets me.

I take a seat in the chair at the table and dig into my food.

It tastes like heaven. I haven't had a good lasagna dish in years.

The homeless shelter would serve it occasionally, but it never tasted like this.

Lasagna was my favorite dish growing up, and I can't stop the moan that slips out after my first few bites.

Once I've eaten every morsel, I sit back and let my food rest—until I look at the time. "Shit!" I exclaim when I see I only have ten minutes left.

Stripping out of my clothes, I jump into the shower and scrub as fast as I can.

I don't want blood running down my legs, so I insert a tampon after my shower, and then I begin to pace the room.

All sorts of things run through my mind, like whether I should grab another blanket to lay down so I don't stain the covers or grab a washcloth and towel to clean myself up with immediately after Jarek's done with me.

I'm not sure how long I've been pacing, but suddenly, he's there, standing in my doorway. He's got another bag with him, and I frown. As if what Jackson had brought me wasn't enough, Jarek had to bring more.

"Hello, pauper. You're looking—edible." Jarek grins salaciously and comes forward. "Before we get started…" he reaches into his inside pocket and hands me the pills."

"Sir, I can't get pregnant yet. I—"

"You will take them because I'm telling you to, Lily. Now, be a good girl and do as I say." He's not lecturing me; his tone is too mild for that, but I do hear the sternness laced underneath .

I move to the table where my empty plate sits and pick up my water, popping the pill and swallowing it. I jump when Jarek's arms come around me, and he sniffs.

"God, I love your scent, pauper. It's what attracted me to you in high school.

You walked by me one day, and the vanilla and lavender scent that was embedded into your every pore called out to me.

I haven't been able to get enough of it.

" Jarek's one hand comes up to cup my breast while the other slides to my stomach. "Soon, you will grow my Heir…"

"Sir…" I whisper, closing my eyes.

I want to enjoy the touch entirely because it feels good, but I can't allow myself to do it. However, my mouth betrays me, and I moan.

The hand on my stomach slides downward and disappears between my legs. When Jarek starts paying homage to my clit, my hips react and move with his hand.

"Come for me, Liliana."

There's a strange note to his voice, one that's too soft to be coming from the devil, but the words as he continues are exactly what Lucifer would say.

Whispering words of encouragement—filthy and perverse—into my ear and setting my body on fire instantly is only the beginning.

I know what he can also do with that mouth of his.

Maybe it's my period, I don't know, but suddenly, I'm exploding by just his fingers on my clit and the wicked words still echoing in my ear.

"Oh fuck…"

"That's it, Liliana. Give me what's mine; give me your orgasm now, and I'll give your body what she really wants."

As soon as my climax is over, Jarek brushes his lips across my cheek and says, "Thank you, pauper. Now, go to the bathroom and kneel in the shower."

As soon as his words register, I turn to face him with furrowed brows. "Why am I getting into the shower, Sir? I just took one."

"Because it's the least messy place to do what I'm about to do." Jarek pulls off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves.

"What are you about to do?" I ask, leaving off the Sir part, but either he doesn't realize it, or he's letting it slip for now so he can punish me later .

Pulling tubing and solution from the bag he brought with him, Jarek replies, "I'm about to start training that gorgeous ass, so when you're big with my Heir, I can fuck it ."