Page 176 of The Devil's Heir
"And your what, Liliana?"
"The man I love!" she cries out as I plunge into her deep depths.
"That's right. Remember that always. I will never let you go. You have my black heart and my devilish soul. Only you have the power to break me, Liliana. I love you that much, and I will go to the ends of the earth to bring you back to me if need be."
I feel her walls begin to tremble and clench just before she screams, "Yes, Jarek! Don't stop…"
My hips punch into her repeatedly, trying to get deeper, but I'm as deep as I can go. I feel my balls pull up, and then I let loose, filling her with my release. Before I can soften completely, I pull out, turn her around so she's now on her back, and I thrust back into her, continuing to fuck what is mine.
"You didn't think I was done with you, did you?" I grin salaciously. "You're not getting any sleep tonight, pauper. I'm going to show you just how much you belong to me. Come morning, you will remember every little step you take. You're going to feel me inside you for days, pauper."
"Oh God, Jarek. I don't think I can handle that…"
"You forget that God has nothing to do with this. The devil, however, is very present, and he will do as he pleases, just as you wanted. So, I suggest you shut up and take it all, baby."
I can't help but take pride in the way Lily's makeup runs down her face, black streaks painting her cheeks as if she's been crying for days. She's picture fucking perfect, and I look forward to more nights like this.
Never in a million years did I think I would ever have this angel in my life. I knew what I wanted and what I would do to make it happen, but for a while, I thought I would have to let her go. I didn't think she would ever forgive me, but she did, and now, she's mine. Who knew that all it took was my pauper having the Devil's Heir.
EPILOGUE
Liliana
Life as a Mafia wife is not what I would have chosen for myself, but everything happens for a reason, or so I've been told. I can't complain much. Jarek has been an amazing husband, father, and protector all of these years. Don't get me wrong, he's still ruthless where it counts, and he runs the business with an iron fist, but the moment he walks through the front door, the Mafia Boss switches to loving father and husband.
Eleven incredible years of marriage with the Devil himself, and I fall more in love with him every day. Of course, we have our ups and downs and our disagreements, but the making up is always inevitable—and my favorite part.
"Mom, I think I should come to this dinner party. I'm old enough to learn, I swear!" Kiernan nags as he follows me around my and Jarek's bedroom.
I stop and turn to face my oldest, placing my hand on my protruding belly. "I know you think that honey, but you still have years of being a kid and enjoying life. I don't want you to bother yourself with what Daddy does until you're older."
"I'm practically twelve already, Mom…"
I run my thumb across his soft cheek in a loving caress. "I know you are, baby. Your father will let you know when it's time for you to step up and learn, but until then, things will remain as they are. It's for your protection."
"I can learn how to shoot like Dad. Kase and Kole said that Uncle Joey was going to take them out and teach them how to shoot, and I'm older than they are!"
"I'm not their mother; I'm your mother. Do not argue with me, or else I will get your father," I tell him and raise my brows.
Kiernan knows better. If I get his father, he will be in a heap of trouble. It's not that Jarek is mean, but he doesn't tolerate any of the kids disrespecting me.
Bending down, I press my lips to my son's head before sending him back to his room and going to sit at my vanity. Jarek has a few business acquaintances coming for dinner, along with some of our friends, and I have to be the gracious hostess.
"Mommy, mommy! Ashlyn ate all my dessert!" Our seven-year-old comes running into our room, screaming.
Devlyn is her father's namesake—sort of. Jarek didn't find my choice of name for her very amusing at first, but I got my way. It's very fitting because she acts just like her father, my Devil.
Our five-year-old follows her sister into the room, chocolate smeared around her mouth, giggling.
"Ash… Did you eat your sister's dessert?" I ask our youngest in my no-nonsense tone.
It doesn't bother her one bit, though. She nods her head vigorously. "She said I couldn't have it, so I showed her I could." She huffs and crosses her arms.
My children try me daily, and sometimes I think I'm crazy for having a fourth child, but then I remember my childhood and how lonely it was. Jarek feels the same way. However, I will not be having the football team that he's hoping for. I'm stopping after this little guy, hopefully. I rub my belly as I think about our son, who will be here in less than two months.
"Daddy!" the girls cry out simultaneously.
"What are my beautiful girls up to?" Jarek scoops both his daughters up into each arm and carries them over to me.
