Page 131 of The Devil's Heir
"Do what you need to do, Liliana," he says again, softer this time.
My head shakes vigorously.
"Why not? If I'm hurting you, then you need to do what you must…"
"No, I can't," I tell him.
My stomach churns at the thought of no longer having Jarek in my life. The devil, himself, has burrowed his way deep inside my very soul and has latched on. I'm afraid I won't be getting it back anytime too soon.
"Why, pauper? If I'm such a bad person, why can't you rid this world of me?"
"Because you love me, and…"
"And what, pauper?" he asks as I reach out and fist the lapel of his suit jacket.
"And I love you," I whisper back, not believing my own ears.
It's the truth. I've fought it for a while now, but I can't any longer. I'm not happy that I do, but I can't ignore these feelings like I have been. I'm afraid to look Jarek in the eye, so I stare unblinking at his chest.
However, Jarek has other plans as he lifts my chin. When I see him grinning, I get irate thinking he's mocking me, but then he says, "Say it again."
"What?" I ask, confused.
"Repeat what you just told me, but louder this time."
My pulse races, not knowing what this will all mean, but I do it anyway. "I love you, too, Jarek."
Cupping the back of my head, Jarek pulls me in and crushes his mouth against mine. I hang on to his jacket with all I've got when my knees start to give out. We've kissed many times, but this is different. This kiss is literally making me weak in the knees.
I feel his hands at my waist, pushing my pants down, and it isn't until I feel the cool air against my ass that I remember we're not alone. I break from the kiss, grabbing at my pants, but then I look around. Jackson is gone, and so is the other guy who was here with Jarek. We're the only two in the room, aside from Heath's corpse.
"Jarek…"
"I need inside you, Lily. Don't deny me…"
"Never…" I breathe and kiss him again as I bring my hands to his belt and open his pants.
This is wrong, so, so wrong, but I crave him. I pull his cock out and stroke him as I work one leg from my bottoms. As soon as it's free, Jarek lifts me and I have no choice but to release him and wrap my arms around his neck while locking my feet together behind his back.
Jarek slides into me, the stretch making me moan as he pushes all the way through.
"Oh God, Jarek…"
"Fuck you feel good, pauper, but if you call out to your God one more time while I fuck you, I will deny you the pleasure this greedy pussy desperately seeks. Remember, I'm not a good man."
"No, you're not, but you're my man…"
"Damn straight I am."
We move until I feel a wall against my back, and Jarek starts thrusting into me harder. I don't dare look over his shoulder because I don't want to see my former foster brother's lifeless body as I fuck the father of my child.
My actions today have finalized my decision. I'm not going anywhere. For some unfathomable reason, I'm choosing the devil himself over my freedom, and believe it or not, it feels so right.
"I'm so sorry, Jackson. Please forgive me! We both know that I had no choice but to take drastic measures. You never would have taken me to The Reformatory, and you know it," I plead with my friend.
"You held a fucking gun at me, Lily!" Jackson exclaims wildly.
"Anunloadedgun…"
