Page 37 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

"I want her gone."

Those are the first words from my pauper's mouth when I come to her room after all my guests leave. I thought surely she'd be sleeping by now, and I'd have to wake her up, but I was wrong.

"You will have to be more specific, pauper," I tell her as I take off my dinner jacket and unbutton the cuffs on my shirt.

"Sasha. Who else would I be talking about?" Lily sits up in the oversized bed making her look so tiny amongst the quilted topper.

"Well, there is Carmen," I muse, removing my shirt and reaching for my belt.

"Did you fuck her, too, tonight? Sasha, I mean…"

I pause momentarily to look at the woman. The small lamp on her nightstand is still on, making it easy to see the jealousy burning inside the depths of her fiery, doe-like eyes.

She saw.

The realization that she witnessed what took place after I sent her away bothers me—for several reasons.

One, she disobeyed my orders to send her to her room.

I did it precisely so she wouldn't have to witness the rest of Sasha's punishment.

The second reason is because I'm now going to have to explain it all to her.

I want to be inside of her, giving her pleasure and helping out my cause, but now I'll be wasting time explaining shit I wouldn't have to be, had she just listened to me.

The last reason is that at any time, one of my guests could have found her lurking outside and taken it upon themselves to take what wasn't theirs.

It's been known to happen a time or two .

Putting herself at risk is not something I can dismiss.

Hardening my resolve, I muster my most harsh voice and order, "Bend over the edge of the bed."

"Jarek…"

"It's Sir!"

Lily jerks back and widens her eyes at me. "Why are you mad at me? I did nothing wrong—"

"I will not repeat myself, pauper."

It takes her a moment, but she finally throws the covers off, slides off the edge of the bed, and bends over it. With her chest and head now on the bed, I move behind her. I don't say a word as I pull her gown up and over her hips, then tear her panties off.

"Oh!" she cries out in surprise. Then she grunts when my hand comes down on her ass—hard.

"You will count, pauper."

"O-one…" she begins and doesn't stop until I've given her twenty-five swats.

I hear her sniffles when I'm done, but I'm too preoccupied with how her ass looks reddened from my hand. I'm harder than I want to be because now, we have to talk. Leaning over, I reach into her drawer, where I keep some soothing cream, and I apply it to her ass.

Once I'm done, I gather her into my arms and climb into the bed. She tries to move away, but I tighten my hold on her. She feels way too good in my arms for me to let her go.

"No, don't. We need to talk. Now that you've been punished, you've been forgiven," I explain. "We can now start this conversation over, but I suggest doing so respectfully."

I thought she'd ask what she did to earn her punishment, but she remains quiet, which tells me one of two things. Either she knows why she was spanked, or she's now giving me the silent treatment. It could be either or when it comes to my pauper.

"Before you put in your request again, I will explain something to you.

When I dismiss you from my side, you must know it's for a good reason.

Most likely for your safety, but there will be times when I'm trying to protect you from seeing things like tonight.

I knew you wouldn't want to watch Sasha finish her punishment, so I sent you away .

You blatantly dismissed my order and came down here after I told you to retire for the evening. Not only did you disobey me, but you put yourself in danger."

Lily tilts her head back so she can see me better as she crinkles her forehead. "How did I put myself in danger, Sir?"

I hate that I told her to go back to addressing me as that—I love hearing my name on her lips—but I was angry. I'll leave it be for now.

"You must understand that the men I do business with are not good.

They take what they want. Yes, for the most part, they will not hurt you, and most will protect you because I've instructed them to, but when they have liquor in their systems, anything can go wrong.

Had one of them found you by yourself, they could have taken you to an empty room and done as they pleased with you, and I wouldn't have known until it was too late. "

Lily remains quiet but I can tell by how she worries her lip that she's taking it all in.

I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and she stares at me expectantly.

It's in this moment that I know I need to be truthful with her, but I'm not used to shit like this.

I'm Jarek Falcon, Mafia Don, and all-around playboy.

I don't do relationships, but I know that I won't be able to let Liliana go.

"I will do whatever it takes to protect you, Liliana."

"I know, Sir. It's important that I bear you an heir…"

I shake my head. "No, even if that weren't true, I'd still protect you. There's always been a pull when it comes to you. I've always had this overwhelming feeling to be near you, and even after all these years, that feeling hasn't changed."

"W-What are you saying, Sir?"

Sighing, I lean my head back against the headboard for a few seconds before returning my eyes to hers. "I honestly don't know. I have no explanation, but for now, just please know that I will not allow anyone to hurt you."

"What about yourself, Sir?"

"I will never hurt you, at least not in that sense. If you let me, I can show you other ways I can hurt you that will bring you pleasure." My body stirs to life once again, and when my mouth starts to descend, Lily speaks .

"Can you please get her out of the house, Sir? I don't want to be here if she stays."

As much as I don't like being given ultimatums, I dislike the thought of my pauper leaving even more.

It's a no-brainer, of course. Besides, I've already sent Sasha away.

If Lily had given me a chance to tell her instead of making demands, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

I can't tell her this, though—I can't let her win that easily.

"I said I would have her leave when her punishment is over, pauper. What would you do if I were to tell you that she'll be gone tonight?"

Trying to get anything out of this woman is like pulling teeth—she takes her time when trying to make a decision, but I'll wait however long I need to.

Finally, Lily pushes away from me and straddles my lap, to my utter surprise. Slowly, she brings her hands to my shoulders and leans in, initiating the kiss. My hand comes up to cup her face, but when I feel her start to back away, I slide it to her neck and hold her in place.

"Don't stop—keep going," I murmur against her lips.

Her hands move to cup each side of my neck and she moves her body in a little closer. I'm elated when I feel her relax against me and start enjoying the contact. I hate taking her and knowing that I'm not what she wants. This, however, feels so fucking good. I don't want it to stop.

As if reading my mind, Lily's hands slide downward and finish undoing my pants before pulling my length out. She strokes me slowly… languidly. I groan against her soft lips as I give a little thrust.

"My tampon…" she breathes, reminding me of her little issue.

I run my fingers through her folds until I find the string, then tug, pulling it out in one go. Once again, I toss it to the floor, but then I'm grabbing her hips and guiding her sweet pussy over the head of my cock.

"Fuck yourself on me, Liliana. I want you to use me to get yourself off. Can you do that for me?" I ask, anticipation evident in the sound of my voice.

Nodding, she looks me in the eye as she slides down my shaft. She stops about halfway before coming back up, only to slide back down—this time to the bottom. My eyes close with the feeling of euphoria as her walls grip me, not wanting to let me go .

"Fuck you feel so good, pauper. Now, be a good girl and use me. Do with me what you will as long as you are coming all over my cock in the end."

I don't expect the way she increases her speed and begins gyrating her hips the way she does. One of the straps to her gown falls over her shoulder, so I slide the other one down and then release her breasts as I push the gown to her hips.

Cupping each breast, I smother my face between them before moving to the first and latching on. The thought of these getting bigger as she grows with my child excites me. I want to taste the life source my heir will taste when they arrive. I need to taste every single piece of Liliana.

Once I've had enough, I pull back and look into her half-lidded eyes as I grip her hips. I begin thrusting into her harder, wanting her to let go so I can give her my own.

"Come for me, pauper," I demand, and she fucks me faster and harder.

My toes curl as the tingling starts, and I feel my balls fueling up.

"Fuck, I'm going to come, Lily, God damn it!

Come with me!" I reach between us and rub her clit resolutely until her walls suffocate me, and she explodes.

"Fuck yes!" I roar and release my load into her at the same time.

"Oh, Jarek… it's too much…oh God!" Lily cries out as her body jerks in my arms.

I anchor her with one arm while continuing to rub her clit and rolling her into a second climax. Getting Liliana off is the biggest turn-on I've ever experienced, and watching her come apart in my arms is a close second.

We're both left panting and heaving, but neither of us moves to separate from the other. I could live inside of Liliana's cunt if it were possible. Unfortunately, there's no help in me softening and slipping out of her because she's so lubed up down there.

Rolling us so she's on her back, I pull away. "Stay right there—don't move." I go and get a wet cloth and return quickly to clean her. "Open."

She's still so shy in front of me, but one of these days, she will learn that there is no part of her body that she can hide from me.

She's stunning, flaws and all, not that she has any.

I let her turn her head and close her eyes as I clean her up, and then I tap her thigh, indicating that she can get up and replace her sanitary plug .

When she returns, she is surprised to see that I'm still here. I'm also completely undressed and lying in her bed, waiting for her to join me. She pauses in the doorway of the ensuite and then hesitantly walks over and climbs into bed.

I don't explain myself as I pull her into my arms and spoon her. It must take her a while to form the words, but she finally asks, "What about Sasha, Sir?"

"What about her?"

"Well, I thought you said…"

When she doesn't continue, I do. "I asked you what you would do if I got rid of her tonight."

"Yes, and I did."

"Yes, you did, and you did a phenomenal job of it."

"Well?"

Leaning in closer to her ear, I tell her, "I already sent her on her way before I came to you. Now, close your eyes and rest, pauper. I may need you throughout the night."

I'm not sure if it's just wishful thinking, but I could swear I heard my pauper sigh and then relax against me.

Will having Sasha gone change Liliana's view of me?

Will she open herself up to other possibilities if presented with them?

Without even thinking, I kiss the back of Lily's head and close my eyes.

"Goodnight, Liliana. Sleep well."