Page 50 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

The days following Jarek's return are a whirlwind. My emotions are all over the place. One minute we're loving up on each other, not being able to get enough of the other, and the next, I'm pissed at him for something he's done, mainly where his work is concerned.

I won't deny that I hate who he is, but I knew this coming into my situation, so why am I raising such a fuss over it? I can no longer lie to myself—I'm falling in love with the devil, and it scares the shit out of me.

"Just calm down, Lily. Is it really all that bad?" Heidi asks as I pace back and forth in their small cottage.

Fran went to the Garden center because she's been working on the outside flower beds around the little house. She says it keeps her busy. I'm afraid of what she would say if she knew about my feelings for the Falcon Heir.

" He kills people, Heidi! "

"But they're bad men, aren't they?" Her brow raises as she questions me.

"That's beside the point."

"Is it? It seems he's doing some good by removing other dangerous individuals from the streets."

"Yeah, because they've pissed him off. He's not doing it to be a good Samaritan," I remind her. "He does it because he's powerful and because he can."

My friend remains quiet momentarily until I stop pacing and look at her .

"Tell me, Lily. How often have you been nice to people and then got treated like shit in return?" Heidi asks.

I roll my eyes. "My whole life. Why does that matter?"

My friend shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe it's time you take a few notes from Jarek's book and stop being so nice."

I gape at her. "Who the hell are you, and what have you done with my friend?"

Her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes when she stands and walks over to me. Taking my hands, she sighs. "I've seen Jarek around you, and he really cares about you. Aside from Fran and I, he may be the only other person who's ever given a shit about you since your parents died."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, maybe what he does shouldn't matter all that much. If he cares for you and wants to protect and take care of you, then who cares if he's the Mafia King Pin."

Is she right? I mean, I know she's right to an extent. I know Jarek cares for me, but can I turn a blind eye to his work? He'll protect me, especially from people like Heath. After all these years, seeing him has sent me into a tailspin, and I refuse to leave the house again.

Jackson wouldn't let it go until I told him about Heath and what he had planned to do to me.

He didn't see him that day at the shopping center because he was too busy trying to get Carmen to leave, but he was pissed after I told him, and he wanted to return to the shopping center, but I wouldn't let him.

I used to feel the same way about Jarek, but that's all changed. I place my hand on my stomach. He would never put his child in jeopardy, and I know he wouldn't put my life in jeopardy, either. He's made it perfectly clear that he would never allow anyone to touch what is his, and I am his.

A knock at the cottage door draws our attention, and Heidi opens the door to a smiling Jackson. "Hey, Jax, baby. Whatcha doing?" Heidi asks.

She's started calling him that nickname because it irked him, but he doesn't seem to mind so much now. They've become good friends, too, and that makes me happy.

"The boss wants to talk to Lily." His eyes land on me. "He's in his office."

"Okay, I'm coming. "

I say goodbye to my friend and make my way back to the main house. Thankfully, it's not too far. The short walk is a welcome break— I get a bit of exercise and a moment to clear my head.

Jackson stayed behind to talk to Heidi, which is probably for the best. My mind is still tangled in uncertainty. I understand what Heidi was saying, but can I really set aside the morals my parents instilled in me—for the mere possibility of love? If that's even what this is.

When I get to Jarek's office, I knock lightly on the door when I realize he's on the phone. He motions me inside, and I come forward.

"I don't care what my uncle has done in the past, I want a hundred grand to be given this year. What's the shelter going to do with a measly twenty grand?" Jarek argues with whoever is on the phone.

My eyes widen when I hear his conversation. Jarek donates to the shelter?

"And I want another hundred grand to go to the fire station. They need new equipment." Jarek slams the phone down on his desk and leans back in his chair.

Sighing, he holds his arms out, and I immediately go to him. My body is trained to crave him regardless of what my brain tells me to do.

Jarek pulls me into his lap, so I sit sideways, and he takes my lips. I open for him willingly and slide my hand into his hair before fisting it to keep him from pulling away.

He chuckles at my action and mimics it, drawing a moan from me. Jarek doesn't take it any further and when he does break the kiss, I want to bring him back for more, but I don't.

"Mm, I needed that, pauper, thank you." He nuzzles his nose against my neck.

"Is that the only reason you summoned me?" I ask, giggling when his hot breath tickles a sensitive area.

"No. That was just a little bonus for me. Lonzo has invited us to dine with them this evening. Joey's fiancé will be there, and Lonzo thinks the two of you will get along well enough."

"Oh, okay. What's her name? "

"Genie or Gina. I don't really remember, just that it starts with a G."

I chuckle. "Your best friend is engaged, and you don't know her name?"

"Yeah, well, Joey isn't happy about it. His father contracted the marriage. My friend is a player; he's always fucking a new woman every other night, so it's hard to keep track of names."

"That's awful!" I gasp.

Jarek only shrugs. "He'll be faithful once the vows are exchanged."

I feel bad for this woman. Does she even know that he's sleeping with others when he's promised to her?

Not that I believe in arranged marriages, but I know they happen.

Still, having one in place and finding out that your promised is sleeping with many women can't sit too well with her. Not unless she's doing the same.

Now I'm curious to know who this woman is. I can leave the house for this. I'll only be going in the car and then Lonzo's house. Besides, I'll be with Jarek; he'll surely protect me.

"Is there anything in particular that you would like me to wear?" I ask, knowing that he likes to pick my outfits for certain occasions.

"Mm, well, I'd love nothing more than to have you naked, but since we will be in public, I think you should wear that little black number with the open back."

I don't know how he gets my pulse racing just by saying little things like that, but he does. Now, with my whacked-out hormones, my libido is through the roof.

"When do we leave?" I ask breathlessly.

He knows what he's done to me and gives me his wicked little grin. "In about an hour. Does that give me time to make you come before you get ready?" Jarek presses tiny kisses to my neck.

"Um, no. I should probably go get ready," I pant.

"Fine, but leave the panties behind. I want full access to this beautiful pussy," he rasps in my ear as he cups my sex.

"Jarek, I can't—"

"I said, leave the panties behind," Jarek cuts me off. "If you wear them, I will only tear them off. So, save yourself the trouble."

"Okay," I say submissively, and he smiles.

Brushing his lips across mine once more, he then lifts me to my feet and taps my ass .

"Go get ready before I change my mind and take you right here," he growls playfully.

I hurry out of his office, smiling back to our room. I'm actually looking forward to dinner tonight. Maybe, just maybe, I'll surprise Jarek and start something he will have to finish. I can't believe I'm having such wicked thoughts, but then again, look who I've been hanging around.

Jarek whistles as I walk out of the bathroom. He's just pulling on his suit jacket when I step out, and he pauses.

"Turn around for me, pauper. Let me admire the beauty of it all."

Smiling, I make a slow turn, showing off my bare back before turning to face him again. It's a simple black satin dress with a scoop neckline, spaghetti straps, and a plunging back.

"Mm, no bra either. That means you're completely naked under that dress, doesn't it?" Jarek licks his lips as he adjusts himself. "Fuck—this is going to be a long night."

"Just don't think about it, Mr. Falcon."

"How the hell am I not supposed to think about it when every time I look at you, the thought pops into my mind!"

"Would you rather I change and wear panties?" I tease.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Jarek stalks over to me and hauls me against him, taking my lips in a passionate kiss.

Thankfully, I'm wearing my smudge-proof lipstick. I've learned not to wear the regular stuff when I'm around Jarek; it never stays on for too long.

"Mm, you taste so sweet," he states, licking his lips again as he pulls back. "I'm about to say fuck it and have us stay in."

"Oh, stop," I say, chuckling. "We have all night to play out whatever perversions are running through that head of yours."

Jarek fixes his gaze on me. It looks like he's trying to figure something out, but I can't be too sure. I know I'm being a bit more playful than usual, possibly due to the little talk I had with Heidi today. It may be time to see where this goes and not worry so much about Jarek's work.

"Are you ready?" Jarek finally asks .

"Just waiting on you, Sir ."

He narrows his eyes on me, and I loop my arm through his, waiting for him to lead the way.

"Remind me to take the paddle to that pretty little ass of yours later." He smirks.

I scoff.

We both know that it's no longer a punishment for me. I'm learning to love the burn of the paddle and his hand, but I will never come straight out and tell him this. He's liable to start using a new implement, and I don't think I'm ready for anything more. Baby steps.

"I will try my best to remind you, Sir, but I already seem to have a pregnancy brain," I lie.

"What the hell is pregnancy brain?" He asks as his face screws up.

"Well, it's when the woman seems to forget a lot of things. It's normal, Sir." My lips twitch, trying to hold in my smile.

However, he catches me and brings his hand back, slapping me in the ass just as Jackson appears. My friend smirks as he opens the front door for us, and I give him a playful glare as we walk past him.

"Oh good, we're taking the Bentley." Jarek grins.

"What's so great about what car we take?" I ask, confused.

Jarek leans in so only I can hear him when he replies, "The divider is solid. Jackson won't be able to see you with your lips around my cock."

I gasp and stare at him when we stop by the back door.

Jarek cocks his brow at me while opening the door for me to get in.

I can't deny that I'll be doing just that, but I cannot confirm it either, so I choose to ignore it altogether.

Jarek's only response to my silence is a hearty laugh as he climbs in behind me.