Page 36 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

I've never been as nervous as I am right now. I'm standing beside Jarek, his hand resting on the small of my back as if we're a loving couple. His thumb rubs back and forth across the bare skin not covered by the dress. A dress that he picked out for me to wear.

It's a lovely black evening dress... if you're part of the rich and famous.

I have no business wearing something of this caliber, but Jarek said that as long as I'm living under his roof and he's sticking his cock in me, I will dress appropriately.

To me, that would mean I should dress more provocatively, don't you think?

That's not the case. My closet is now full of proper clothing fit for a woman with money and power.

There are a few comfy clothes thrown in there as well, but not many.

Most of the outfits consist of dresses or skirts, and that's only because he wants to have full access to me as often as possible. It's the typical Jarek response.

"So, pray tell, who is this lovely creature you have your paws all over?" A tall, older gentleman asks as he stops before us.

We're greeting the dinner guests as they arrive, and so far, every one of them has leered at me creepily as they walk through the door. My stomach turns each time, but Jarek squeezes my hip in reassurance every time it happens. At least, I hope it's reassurance.

"This is Liliana. Make sure you treat her with the utmost respect," Jarek states each time he's asked the same question.

This guest actually has a full set of balls because he asks, "Is she tonight's entertainment?"

"No, she isn't," Jarek bites out .

"My apologies. I'm just used to you having beautiful women to entertain us, is all."

"Liliana is beautiful, but she won't be entertaining anyone but me." Jarek pulls me into his side a little more.

The older guy hums. "Yes, I see why you want her all to yourself. Tell me, Jarek, where is that niece of mine?"

I feel Jarek stiffen beside me.

"Carmen wasn't invited tonight."

"Oh? Why may I ask, was she not? Is she not part of this household?"

"Yes, but she's not part of why I have you all here. I made the decision, and that's the end of it."

"Fair enough." The older guy bows his head before moving on.

"Jarek, who was that?" I ask, not knowing if I'm overstepping.

"That is someone that I wish I didn't have to associate with. It's Carlos Greco, Carmen's uncle. He's the only reason why she's still alive." He glowers at Carlos' back.

"I see."

"You don't have to worry about him, but if he does say or do anything, come to me immediately, understand?"

"Of course."

He gives my side a quick squeeze before greeting the next guest. Looking around the room, I notice that only men have been invited to this dinner party. I don't know if I should be relieved or nervous.

When the last of the guests arrive, Jarek takes a turn around the room with me on his arm. Once dinner is about to be served, he leads me into the formal dining room, where I stop short at the display in the corner.

There, in all her glory, is Sasha in the cage.

"Master, please, I am sorry. I will not bother Liliana again…" Her words go ignored as Jarek walks us past the cage to the other end of the table.

"What is she doing in here?" I ask, glancing back at her as my brow furrows.

"She's finishing her punishment," he answers.

"Please, Jarek. I'm uncomfortable seeing her like that. It's not right." I plead .

"She shouldn't have touched what was mine. She knows the consequences of her actions. Do you think this is her first time in the cage?"

I deflate. As much as I can't stand the woman, this is not what I would wish on her or any person. The degradation is tenfold if you ask me. When I try pleading with my eyes, not wanting to argue in front of guests, Jarek gives me a stern look and a slight shake of his head.

I'm not to argue with him on this.

Placing my hands in my lap, I keep my eyes downward. I'm fuming right now. Shouldn't it be up to me how Sasha should be punished? I am the one she attacked, and I don't care what Jarek says; I'm not his.

"Liliana," Jarek says my name with a low and irritated voice. "I must insist you eat and smile for my guests. We will discuss this later."

It takes all that I have to make my lips curve upwards and glance around at all the men. Most have their eyes on the cage, carrying on a conversation about it with their neighbor sitting next to them. The only pair of eyes on me belong to Carlos Greco.

"So, Falcon, are you ever going to tell us about this beauty here, or are we just supposed to soak her in all evening," one of the other guests asks as he smiles at me.

I don't know anybody else besides the Lonzos, Koval, and Elliot, Jarek's other two capos. I'm between Jarek and Lonzo senior, so I'm not too scared at the moment, but my nerves have yet to calm enough to actually enjoy the evening.

Jarek clears his throat as he wipes his mouth with his linen napkin. "I called you all here because each of you is from an important family. Families that are my allies. As most of you know, my late uncle's will states that I must conceive my first heir by the end of my first year."

Jarek holds his hand out, indicating that I take it, so I reluctantly bring my hand up from my lap and place it in his. He brings it to his lips and places a lingering kiss on my knuckles before continuing.

"Liliana and I have known each other since high school. She went away for a few years, and when she returned, I knew I couldn't let her slip away again. To make a long story short, we are actively trying to conceive."

Cheers and claps go all around the table, but one man doesn't look all that happy. Greco .

Jarek raises his hands for silence, and all the guests oblige as if he's the Messiah.

I scoff inwardly.

"With that being said, any threat against her is a threat against me and the future heir of this empire. She is to be protected as I would protect your women. If anyone here has a problem with this, now is your chance to speak up."

I thought Carmen's uncle would say something just by the irritation that crosses his face, but all he does is lift his wine glass and take a sip. Nobody seems to have a problem with what Jarek had to say, so the conversations continue all around the table.

When the desert is coming to an end, Jarek turns to me and takes my hand once again as he states, "You're looking a bit tired. I'm sure you'll be bored the rest of the evening. You should call it an early night and head upstairs."

"Are you sure?" I ask, elated that he's allowing me to go.

"Of course. I'll come see you before I turn in for the night."

Hiding my disappointment at the latter, I resume my smile and stand. However, before I go, I ask, "What about Sasha?"

"She stays." Jarek's voice hardens a little, but he keeps an easy smile pasted on his face.

"Okay, well, goodnight then." I turn and leave the dining room as fast as I can without seeming too obvious. I don't think Jarek would want his guests to know that he's paying me to have his child.

I can't even look at the woman in the cage as I pass it, and it feels like I'm betraying the female code, but there's nothing I can do. I practically hold my breath all the way back to my room. Closing the door, I lean against it and take in a few deep breaths.

When my thoughts go back to the dining room and how Sasha is stuck in that cage, I wonder if he would ever do that to me for misbehaving. I'd die if that were to happen .

I get ready for bed, donning a long silk negligee in a pretty rose gold color. The whole time I'm changing, my mind is on Sasha. When I can't take the not knowing any longer, I slip on my matching robe and leave my room.

I'd have thought the men would have moved on to the study or even the billiard room, but the chorus of voices is still coming from the dining room. The door is now closed for the most part, leaving it just a crack open. Moving closer to it, I can see movement on the other side.

My pulse races as I get close enough to peer in through the crack, and my eyes widen at what I see.

There on the table is Sasha, being impaled by not one, not two, but three men!

There is a fourth one using her mouth, but it's the others that have me covering my mouth with what they're doing so I don't make a sound.

I search for Jarek, hoping he's not part of this perverse display, and I find him with his back to the scene, conversing with two other men. He doesn't seem fazed by what is happening behind him.

"You shouldn't eavesdrop, you know."

My arms flail as I jump, and another hand covers my mouth.

"Shh, it's just me," an amused Jackson says in my ear.

I slap him as soon as he lets me go, and then I hurry away, back toward the stairs. Jackson follows me, grinning until we return to my bedroom door.

"What the hell was that? Were they raping her?" I ask angrily.

"What? No. It's all part of the punishment. It's the part that Sasha likes the most, actually. It's her choice to do what you just saw. Either she can please the guests or spend the rest of the week in the cage."

"Of course, she would pick that!" I point in the direction in which we just came. "I wouldn't want to spend more time in that insufferable cage either!"

Jackson's eyes darken. "Then she shouldn't have attacked you, Liliana. I'm in agreement with Mr. Falcon on this one."

"Oh!" I turn around in frustration and throw open my bedroom door, but then I spin around when Jackson starts to follow me in. "No, you don't. Until you give me back my friend, you are not allowed in my room. Goodnight, Jackson." I shut the door in his face.

I shouldn't have treated him that way, but I needed to get rid of him.

The scene that I witnessed downstairs affected me, and not in a way that I want to be affected by it.

A slow throb begins in my core, and I try so hard to stop it, but flashes of what they were doing to her keep running through my head.

I never knew it was possible to have two men in your pussy while another took you in the back door. That can't be pleasant. I know what it's like to have Jarek inside me, and that's snug enough!

Shaking my head, I decide to jump in and take a tepid shower. That may help with the heat building inside me. Stripping, I step into the stall and sigh as the cool water hits my heated flesh. I rest my forehead against the wall and remain there while my body returns to normal.