Page 134 of The Devil's Heir
"Was that very wise, Jarek?" Lonzo asks, cocking his brow.
"Would you want that asshole fucking your wife if she got sick?" I point to the deceased doctor, now slumped over the table.
People know not to say a fucking word about what happened here, but it doesn't matter, I own this town. If I want to take out a corrupt doctor, then I'll fucking do it. It's not him being corrupt, but the fact that he takes advantage of sick women.
Yeah, I used to be a player in my own right, but I would never do what he did—especially now that I have Liliana in my life. Thankfully, I have my own personal doctor, whom I trust wholeheartedly.
I address the manager, instructing them to call the police and ensure the husband doesn't go anywhere before the police arrive. I then drop a thousand dollars on our table, making it clear to them that I want this hush-hush, and then I take my leave, with Lonzo following behind me.
"What's that?" Lily asks, pointing to a spot on my suit jacket.
"Shit." I relieve myself of my jacket when I notice the blood just above the pocket. "It's nothing."
"It looks like blood to me," she states.
"You would be right, but I don't want to talk about it."
I walk over and sit on the couch in my office, then stare across the room at my pauper. She looks gorgeous as always. It's a bit warm today, so she's dressed in a yellow sundress that comes to just above her knees.
Biting my lower lip, I roll it between my teeth as I think. She leans back on my desk, smirking. She knows exactly what she's doing to me.
"Strip, pauper."
"What? No, please?" she asks with a fake pout, pushing away from the desk.
"Please…" The corner of my mouth curves up.
"Hm, and they say you can't train old dogs…"
I lift my eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure it'steach old dogs new tricks, but that's beside the point because I'm far from old. I'll prove it as soon as you take that fucking dress off and let me see what is mine."
"So impatient," Lily's sultry voice teases, and I'm about to do just that—lose my patience.
Lucky for her, she grabs the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head. When she drops it to the floor, she stands there, letting me take in every inch of her. She's still wearing her strapless bra and panties, so I lift my brow.
Rolling her eyes, Lily reaches back and unhooks the bra, letting it fall to the floor before relieving herself of her panties. Now she stands in all her naked glory, and my cock hardens.
Rubbing my crotch, I order, "Crawl to me, pauper."
"What? I'm not going to crawl."
I may love this woman, but I still have my dark tendencies, which I've been lenient on lately, but after the day I had, I need this. I want to see her on all fours, crawling to me and taking my cock into that beautiful mouth of hers so I can fuck it until I'm content.
I pull my cock out and give it a few strokes. I know how horny the pregnancy has been making her, so yeah, I'll play dirty.
"If you want my cock, pauper, you're going to have to work for it." Precum beads at the tip, and I swipe it away with my thumb before sucking it off. "Mm, that tastes good."
Lily licks her lips as her chest heaves up and down. She's worked up but struggles to give in or stand her ground.
"I'll tell you what. You can come over here without crawling, but then you don't get to come, and you don't get to swallow my cum." I grin as I keep stroking my shaft up and down.
A small whimper leaves her lips just before she slowly drops to her knees and then her hands.
"That's a good girl. Now, come to me and let me feed you."
The way her body sways back and forth as she moves forward has my length jerking in my hand. Her breasts sway back and forth, just like her hips do. Lily's teeth sink into her bottom lip as she zeroes in on my cock and crawls to me.
When she reaches for my cock, I slap her hand away and shake my head. "I want to taste you first. Lean back and fuck yourself with your fingers so I can watch."
