Page 40 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

It's almost three in the morning when I hear my bedroom door creak open. I could remain still and pretend I'm asleep, but my nerves are frayed as they are; I need to know what Jarek has found out.

I sit up in my bed, and even though it's pitch black once he closes the door, I can still see his shadow move towards me.

"Liliana..." My name rolls off his lips in the dark, making me shiver, but not in a bad way. "You should be fast asleep."

"I couldn't sleep, not without knowing whether you found anything out," I breathed softly.

The bed dips with his weight as he sits on the edge. He reaches over and turns the small lamp on. Blinking back the little light that floods the room, I wait for my eyes to adjust, and when they do, I find Jarek gazing at my bare collarbone.

The strap to my negligee has fallen. I should straighten it, but I like how Jarek stares at me. A stirring occurs in the deepest depths of my core, and I find myself having trouble breathing.

"It's much better with the light on. The view is rather pleasing," Jarek muses with a smile.

"Jarek, please—tell me what you found out. I've been worried ever since you sent me away."

I need to take my mind off this man and what I know he can and will do to my body.

After our dinner date, I don't think I can trust myself around him.

Jarek has a way of putting me under a spell, and my body—the betraying bitch that she is—will submit to his every whim.

Getting him to talk about last night will help distract me—I hope.

"You shouldn't worry your pretty little head over matters like this. The stress can't be good for your condition." His eyes wander to my stomach, still hidden under the comforter.

"In what condition? We don't know if your seed has taken yet," I say cocking my brow.

Jarek grins.

"Yet." He drawls as his hand slides up my leg and then stops mid-thigh. Gripping the comforter, Jarek slowly tugs it down until everything above my waist is on display. "It's a pity our night was cut short, but I do accept rain checks."

I'm watching his hand pull my blanket down, but then my eyes look up at him before my head follows, and I narrow them. "It's unfair that you can keep things from me, but I can't keep anything from you," I state, slightly annoyed.

Jarek chuckles as he raises his hand and slowly traces my fallen strap. "Oh yeah," he says, watching his finger trace over my skin, then adds, "And what exactly would you hold from me, pauper?"

"Sex."

His finger stops, and his dark eyes, filled with liquid heat, meet mine. Jarek studies me for a moment, then sighs. He slips my strap back in its place and stands, discarding his jacket before starting on his shirt.

"Lonzo made some calls, and there were some leads, but they ended up being duds. There are a few more, but there wasn't much more we could do at this hour, so I came home to cuddle with you."

"Cuddle? With me?" I choke out.

Jarek's mouth kicks up on one side as he pulls his shirt off and then undoes his belt. "Yeah, my cock only cuddles in one place nowadays, so who else would I be talking about?"

"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that's called fucking, not cuddling."

"Yes, it is. It's when my cock slips inside of that warm, sweet cunt of yours, and she wraps herself around him. I call that cuddling," Jarek explains, and there's no helping the roll of my eyes.

He pulls his pants off, then climbs on the bed and between my legs, only he's still on top of the covers, and he's still wearing his boxer briefs. Jarek doesn't stop coming at me until my back hits the bed once more.

I giggle— giggle ! If you can believe that one. I don't know if I will ever get used to his playful tendencies, but I have to admit—I like them a lot.

"What are you doing, Jarek?" I ask when he dips his head in the crook of my neck.

"Just needing a little taste of you before I put you to bed."

I moan when his tongue traces a trail up the column of my neck. Why do I let him distract me this way? I want to know everything, but apparently, Jarek has other plans.

"Jarek…"

"Hm?"

"Please don't keep me in the dark. If you want me to trust you, then I need you to confide and trust in me, too."

"Liliana, just because I've opened up to you doesn't mean I will talk business with you. What I do is dangerous; the less you know, the better. If I could keep you tucked away here, in my castle, I would."

How am I supposed to take this? He says he wants this to work, whatever this is, yet he refuses to treat me as an equal and talk to me about issues.

I do understand that he wants to keep me safe, but he forgets that I've fended for myself the last four years.

I'm a big girl and can handle more shit than he thinks.

After careful consideration, I respond to his reasoning with my own. "That's exactly why you should talk to me, Jarek. You're a dangerous man with a dangerous life, and you've brought me into it. Don't you think I could protect myself better if I know what's going on?"

Jarek moves to my side, propping himself up on his elbow while his other hand bunches up my negligee and then disappears beneath it.

He brings his mouth down and covers my nipple through the satin material.

My body automatically arches just as his finger slips into my panties and straight into my heat.

"Oh, God—no fair…" I pant.

He hums but doesn't stop his ministrations. In fact, he slips another finger into me and pumps them in and out very slowly as his thumb presses down on my clit. My hips begin moving of their own accord, and I don't miss the slight snicker that rumbles around my nipple.

Jarek knows how to play my body well, and although I don't hate it, I don't especially like that he uses it to silence me. The inner slut in me craves his touch anytime, anywhere, and that bitch dominates all my other voices.

Even now, when Jarek orders, "Pull your breasts out for me, pauper." That slut submits faster than a jackhammer.

With my breasts now exposed, Jarek licks his lips, but he doesn't repossess them. Instead, he removes his fingers and sucks the arousal he collected from my aching pussy until his fingers are completely clean.

"Play with those beautiful breasts of yours while I have my dessert, pauper." Jarek disappears from my side and makes himself comfortable between my legs.

The first swipe of his tongue has me jerking against his mouth.

He pins my hips down so I can no longer move, and he goes to town.

Jarek licks and laves my folds before swirling his tongue around my clit, and then sucking it in between his teeth.

It's a wicked tongue—torturous at its best—a sinful entity that shouldn't have been released into this world.

"Fuck…" I moan, letting go of my breasts and gripping the sheets in my fists.

I can't stop the tidal wave that's slowly building with every swipe of his lecherous tongue. Jarek knows what he's doing and won't stop until he gets exactly what he wants—my surrender. It doesn't matter because I can't fight it, not when the devil himself is putting in the work.

I'm done for when he pushes two fingers into me, curving them in just the right spot. He continues to assault my sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue while working my G-spot. The force of the wave crashes into me like a tsunami hitting land and taking everything out in its wake.

I can't cry out or even whine as the climax takes over. My whole body stiffens, and my head is tossed back while my mouth hangs open on a silent scream. Then it happens—I squirt.

Jarek grunts and grips my flesh even harder as he shoves his face flush against me while taking in every last drop. My climax goes on longer than ever, and when I finally feel it ebbing, I start to relax, sinking back down and into the mattress, fully sated .

"My God, Liliana—that was magnificent. Thank you for that." Jarek states, wiping his face with his hand before positioning himself on his knees.

I watch with hooded eyes as he pushes his boxer briefs down, lines his length up to my slit, and slowly pushes into me. I feel the stretch with every inch that enters me, and my body comes alive once again. It doesn't matter how tired I am, the greedy slut needs more.

"Oh, God, Jarek… I don't know…"

"Shh, you can, pauper—and you will." Jarek's voice is soft and soothing, caressing my soul with his words. "I'm going to put that baby in you right now, then you can sleep."

I have no energy to argue with him, so I just nod and let him have me. Jarek takes his time, lifting my leg and working his hips in a slow grinding motion. The old song Bump and Grind from R. Kelly starts playing in my head as Jarek continues with his thrusts.

As soon as I feel the fire building once again, I join in but with just a little more force.

I need him to fuck me; this way feels a little too intimate, and I'm still not one hundred percent on board with it yet.

He's shown me that he has changed, but that doesn't take away the damage he's done.

It will take a while for those wounds to heal.

"Fuck me, Jarek."

"I am, pauper…"

"No, I mean really fuck me. Fuck me like you've fucked your whores in the past." I don't know where my words come from, but it's exactly what I want him to do.

He stops and gazes down at me with some concern. "I don't think of you as a whore, Liliana."

"I know you don't, but I need you to fuck me like one. You've done it before without me asking; now do it again… please." I beg him just like a needy whore would.

"Jesus, Lily. You're going to be the death of me," he states, then pulls out of me. He slaps my breast and orders, "Turn over and get on your knees."

I roll over and obey, but I'm not fast enough for him because he grabs my hips and pulls them back forcibly before delivering a few swats to my bare ass .

"You want me to fuck you like a whore, then you're going to let me fuck you like one," he growls and plunges his cock deep inside.

Jarek pounds into me repeatedly for a bit, but then he spreads my cheeks and spits. The wad slides down my ass crack, and he massages it into my forbidden pucker. When I tense up, he slaps my ass hard.

"You asked for it, pauper. It's only my finger—you will take it."

His order alone has me aching for my release, and my body slowly relaxes itself. Jarek pushes a digit into me a little bit at a time, and when he shoves my head into the pillow, opening me up for his intrusion, the digit makes it completely in.

"Look at that; you took it so well, pauper." Jarek spits again for more lubrication before he starts thrusting his finger in rhythm with his cock. "That's my girl. Now reach down and play with your clit, baby."

Doing as Jarek tells me to do, I get to my climax so much faster. However, he doesn't. The Falcon Heir is too experienced to come so soon, and he spends the next hour proving it to me.

"Please, Jarek…I can't…" I pant breathlessly when he tries to get a sixth orgasm out of me.

"Beg me for my seed, pauper. Tell me how much you want to have my baby, and I will fill you up so you can rest," he says in a teasing tone, but he's completely serious.

I don't know if I can make it sound authentic because I don't want to have his kid or any kid at this time in my life. I'm only doing this for the money—as agreed—aren't I?

Being the good girl that he always wants me to be, I give him what he wants, and in a pleading tone, I beg, "Please, Jarek. Fill me up and plant your seed in me—give me your baby—I want this so much." I surprise myself at how believable I sound.

"Fuck, Lily," Jarek breathes hard. "You… can… have… it… all!" he states with each thrust, roaring on the last word as he plunges deep inside and stills while he gives me his release.