Page 58 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

My prayers were answered—Jarek came for me. I lie here in my bed, where Jarek tucked me in after the shower I took once I was finished soaking. Almost three days' worth of filth washed away, and now I can get some much-needed rest, or so I thought.

I toss and turn, unable to fall asleep even though I'm exhausted. Sleeping on that cold cement floor had me waking up frequently. But that isn't the worst of it. It was the being down there all by myself. I don't want to be alone right now.

Throwing the covers off me, I climb from the bed and go to the dresser to grab one of Jarek's t-shirts. After pulling it on, I bring the collar to my nose and inhale the masculine scent that is all Jarek. It smells of sweet tobacco and leather, and it's becoming my favorite scent.

Not caring about putting panties on, I pad over to the door and open it.

The hallway is quiet, and the sconces on the walls are turned down to dim lighting.

Taking the stairs down to the first floor, I turn to go to Jarek's office first; it's where he's usually at.

However, the room is empty, so I go in search of him.

When I don't find him anywhere, I figure he's taking care of business and will come find me when he's done. My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven't had dinner, so I head for the kitchen.

I stop just inside the door, gawking at the sight before me.

I haven't been seen yet, so I cross my arms, lean against the door frame, and watch a shirtless Jarek stand at the stove as he stirs something in a pan.

He moves around, pulling two plates from the cupboard, and then grabs some silverware from a drawer .

He's wearing gray sweatpants, and his feet are bare. The muscles in his back flex with his every move. There's soft music playing from somewhere close by, but I don't bother looking for it. The only thing holding my attention is the half-naked man before me.

My fingers itch to touch him.

Without making a sound, I walk up behind him and slip my arms around his waist. I expected him to be startled, but all he does is lift my hand and kiss my knuckles.

"I was wondering how long you were going to stand there, drooling over me."

I gasp. "I was not drooling!" I retort, trying to pull away, but Jarek grabs my hands and does not let me move.

"Oh really?" he asks, turning around in my arms. "Then what's this?" Jarek wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb and quickly puts it in his mouth to suck on it.

I narrow my eyes. "It's called you're a big fat liar ."

"So you weren't staring at me then?" he asks as he wraps his arms around me.

"Well, I was, but…"

Jarek gives me a smug grin before swooping down and kissing me. When he breaks the kiss, he chastises me. "You should be in bed resting."

"I know, but I can't sleep. I don't want to be alone."

His eyes soften, and then he pulls my head to his chest. We stand here for a moment, but my stomach chooses now to start rumbling, and I let out a laugh.

"Looks like the food is done just in time. Go sit, and I'll bring you a plate."

"Where did you learn to cook?" I ask, genuinely curious.

I figured he's been pampered his whole life. When would he learn how to do anything for himself?

"After high school, I went to Crawford University. It's where the elite go to learn how to take over the family business and such. We had to fend for ourselves there."

"I can't even imagine the Jarek Falcon I knew doing any of that," I tell him honestly .

Grinning, he brings our plates and sets mine down in front of me before setting his down. He then grabs his glass tumbler and me some water before returning and sitting at the small table across from me.

"I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Thank God I was roommates with the guys, and they taught me how to do all the basic things, like cook."

"Who exactly are the guys?" I ask, cutting into the juicy steak on my plate.

"Joey, Koval, and Elliott."

"Your capos?"

He nods.

"I haven't been around the other two, but Joey seems to be a nice guy. Well, aside from abducting that woman."

Jarek chuckles. "I only think he did it because he really likes her, but he will never admit it."

We sit in silence for a bit while eating our food. When I'm full of the steak and fettuccini noodles, I set my fork down and watch Jarek finish his own. I want to know more about his life, but I'm unsure if he will tell me. I take a risk and ask anyway.

"What happened to your parents? I remember hearing rumors, but I know how true those can be." I wait with bated breath as I watch his features change from relaxed to morose. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that…"

"No, it's fine. They died in a house fire when I was nine years old. I believe they were murdered, but it hasn't been proven."

"Oh, God. I'm sorry—I didn't realize…"

Jarek takes my hand and pulls me, so I stand and go to him. I straddle his lap as his hands rest on my bare thighs.

"It's okay. It was a long time ago, and although I'm no longer sad about it, I will continue searching for the truth."

"My parents died in a car crash, so I know how it feels to lose both parents." My voice comes out in a whisper, and I raise my hands and cup his cheeks.

Bringing my lips to his, I don't plan on the kiss being a passionate one, but my emotions turn wild, and that's exactly what it turns into.

Jarek slides his hands further back and squeezes my ass.

A feeling of want hits me like a cement truck, and suddenly, my hands are going to the waistband of his joggers, and I'm pulling them down.

"I want you, Jarek…"

"I don't know if we should…" he mumbles against my lips.

I ignore him and reach into his sweatpants. My hand wraps around his girth, and I stroke him a few times as I work his pants down further. He doesn't stop me; when he groans, I know it's a green light.

I lift myself up and pull him out. Slowly, I come down and impale myself on his big, beautiful cock.

"Shit, that feels good, baby."

"Oh, God… Does it ever."

I sink all the way down before sliding back up just to do it again. I love the way Jarek feels when he fills me.

"No panties? You're such a naughty girl, pauper," Jarek whispers, gripping my ass and pumping me up and down.

"Only for you, Sir," I whisper back and then claim his mouth with mine.

I gyrate against him, feeling his length hit deep inside me, and I moan, "Yes—God, Jarek. I love feeling you inside me."

"I love being inside you, Lily. You were made to be mine; I knew it all those years ago…" Jarek rips the t-shirt up and over my head before latching his mouth onto my breast.

I grip his hair, holding him against me while he suckles first one nipple, then the other. My head falls back, and mewling sounds escape me as he feasts upon my bare chest. My hips never stop working against him. The fire builds ever so slowly, nipping its way through me until I finally explode.

Jarek holds me in place as he thrusts into me repeatedly, and my orgasm crashes over me. I lose all control as he takes over, but I happily hand it to him because I know he will take very good care of me.

"It's my turn, pauper," Jarek states with a smirk, and then he stands.

I feel the cool surface of the table on my ass just before he pulls out and kneels before me. His mouth is on me faster than I can say his name, and I jerk from the sensitivity.

"Jarek…"

"Hmm?" he hums as he licks and laps at my slit and clit .

I lean back on my hands, lifting my legs so the heels of my feet rest on the edge of the table, opening myself up wider for him. Bringing one of my hands up, I cup his head, holding him there just like I had when he was enjoying my breasts.

"Oh, God, Jarek. With a mouth as sinful as yours, you truly are the devil," I pant as I throw my head back.

I feel the rumble of his chuckle against my sex just before he slides a finger into me.

Jarek takes me to heights that I've never known.

Whether it be with his cock, mouth, or fingers, he makes love to me with such wicked abandon I can't help but give myself over to him.

He knows my body better than I do, and finally, after all these years, I trust Jarek Falcon to do with me as he may.

"Sacrifice yourself for this devil, my little pauper, and I promise to worship you for our lifetime and beyond," he replies and buries his face deeper, bringing me to yet another climax.

I'm still trying to recuperate from this last orgasm when he turns me so I'm belly down, bent over the table. Jarek slides into me slowly, filling me full of his girthy length and causing me to feel every little ridge pulsating with his need.

"Uh…" I mewl when he sinks all the in.

"You take me so well, pauper. I will never tire of you..." He pulls out just as slowly as he went in, then thrusts into me hard.

"Oh, God!"

Jarek chuckles and does it again.

"I don't know how much longer I can last, Liliana. The feel of me inside you drives me crazy." Jarek begins thrusting in and out at a steady pace.

His hand slides up my spine just before I feel it entangle itself in my hair. Closing his fist, he gives a gentle pull, and my back arches as my chest is lifted off the table.

"You're so fucking beautiful. You are my queen, Liliana. Always remember that."

At this point, Jarek picks up his pace and begins to really fuck me. He's no longer worried about making me come; he's chasing his own now. I want to help him by fucking myself back into him, but he has me held down, so I can't move. All I can do is accept everything he gives me .

"Fuck!" he roars as he thrusts into me hard and deep and stays there as his hot seed spurts into me.

Had you asked me almost five years ago if I saw myself living with Jarek and pregnant with the devil's heir, I'd laugh so hysterically that people would've admitted me into a psychiatric ward.

And if you told me I'd love having him do all these delicious things to my body, I'd admit myself into one.

However, I can no longer deny it. The truth is, I don't just love what Jarek does to me, but I crave it.

Every little touch he gives me and every filthy word he whispers into my ear is like a match that sets me afire. I never thought this was what it would be like with the one person I despised for bullying me, but here I am, craving everything he has to offer me.

When Jarek is finished, he rests his chest against my back. He moves some of my hair aside and places a kiss on my neck just under my ear. Then, I hear it as he softly whispers his thoughts to me.

"I love you, Liliana Sumner—more deeply than words can hold, and I will never let you go. Now that my heart has found its home in you, it will only ever beat for you. You are mine, now and always, for all time."