Page 102 of The Devil's Heir
"L-like what?" I stammer, worried about what he means byeverything.
"Like whatever the fuck I want." The gleam in his eye should be taken as a warning, but my body doesn't seem to care as I find myself nodding. "Use your words, pauper."
"Yes, Jarek. You can do whatever you want…" I must be out of my freaking mind.
Suddenly, he grabs me by the throat and tells me to turn around on the bed. When I'm back on the bed properly, he pulls me up and kisses me hard. His tongue invades my mouth as he takes what he wants, and then he pushes me away.
Pulling me to the edge of the bed again, he commands, "Hold your legs up, and don't let go."
He then reaches into his nightstand and retrieves a bottle of lube, and my heart starts to pound. I know what he plans on doing, but for some reason, my brain still wants confirmation.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Whatever the fuck I want, remember? Be a good girl and relax for me. I'm not done punishing that ass, but I really don't want to hurt you unnecessarily, which will happen if you remain as tense as you are."
"I'm scared, Jarek…" I whisper.
He squeezes lube onto my back hole and then into the palm of his hand. When he begins stroking himself, he looks at me. "Don't be scared. I promise you will enjoy it once I'm inside."
Why I trust him, I have no idea, but I do. Jarek starts playing with my clit as he notches the tip of his length at the entrance and slowly pushes in. I feel pressure, and he reminds me to breathe every time he stops.
He's only halfway in when I moan, "I'm so full…"
"You're about to get fuller, baby." He pushes the rest of the way in, cursing. "You're so fucking tight…damn."
I can feel my heartbeat pulsing around him as he remains still for a few minutes, allowing me to adjust. When he begins to move again, the whole world slips away, leaving just the two of us to indulge in the carnal pleasures that Jarek plans to introduce me to.
FORTY-EIGHT
Jarek
The sun is going down, and I still have Liliana in my bed. I'm nowhere near being done with her. However, I'm allowing her to rest as I hold her in my arms.
Her breaths come out in little whisps through her slightly parted lips as she sleeps. Her hair sticking to her face from sweating after the three rounds we have gone already. I probably should have had her shower, but I'm not ready to have her wash me off her body yet, even if I do plan on marking her again.
When I hear her stomach growl, I curse inwardly, forgetting that she hasn't eaten. She must keep her strength up for what I have planned for tonight and for the baby.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone and text Jackson to bring us some dinner. Then, I snap a few pictures of Liliana sleeping. She looks so peaceful, like a beautiful dark angel. I've never met anyone like her. I'm not sure why I've been so infatuated with Liliana Sumner all these years, but I don't think it's going to change anytime too soon.
As I stare at her, I realize she's changing me. I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing, but I want to be the man she's proud to be with. On the other hand, I still need to be the ruthless Mafia Boss my men need me to be. How can I balance that out?
I won't give Liliana up, no matter what. In fact, I want her in my bed from here on out. No more going to her room, and as for the playroom? That room will be left for just that—playing. She will move into this room. She's with me now, and her place is always by my side.
A tap on the door alerts me that Jacksonis here with our dinner. Ensuring Liliana is completely covered; I get up and pull on my boxer briefs before walking to the door to open it for him. I step to the side, allowing Jackson to enter, and watch him set the tray down on the table in the corner.
He glances toward the bed, which irritates me. He does not need to look at Lily; I don't care if they're friends. It's obvious what we've been doing in here; the place reeks of sex, so there is no need for the hired help to search out my woman.
"That will be all, Jackson," I say gruffly, which has him snapping his head my way. I cock my brow in warning.
He nods and exits the room.
As I lift the lids off the dishes, my gaze lands on the lasagna—Liliana's favorite. A smile tugs at my lips as I think of the little quirks I've discovered about her since she moved in. This dish, her comfort food, has to be made with ricotta cheese, never cottage cheese. Then there's her habit of peeling the crust off bread—not because she dislikes it, but because she enjoys savoring it separately.
Liliana used to enjoy her coffee with cream and two sugar cubes. But since she became pregnant, she's switched to tea and skips the sugar entirely. There's plenty more I can share, but you get the idea.
Movement from the bed draws my attention to the woman sitting up and rubbing her eyes. The cover slips to her waist, exposing her perfect breasts to me. Moving to the bed, I climb up and take a nipple into my mouth, groaning as I suckle it for a few seconds.
Lily giggles. "How are you still in the mood?"
