Page 18 of The Devil's Heir
I'm being taught how to stroke my first cock, and I'm very much invested in the learning. I continue stroking him when he removes his hand and starts moving his hips in tempo with my hand.
"That's it, just like that. Your hand feels so good," he tells me, and I fill with pride.
Suddenly, his hand is up my shirt again, and he has my breast back in his palm. When I moan from the pleasure of him pinching my nipple, Heath grunts and latches back onto it. The more he sucks, the more I stroke him.
My body comes alive, and I feel as though I'm missing something, but I don't know what. It isn't until we get deeper into the make-out session that Heath slides his hand between my thighs again, only this time, I don't tell him to stop.
He rubs my clit over my clothes, making it tingle, and continues to do it as he sucks on my breast, and I stroke him. Our moans and groans fillhis room until he finally grunts, and I feel something warm in my hand. Heath rubs me faster, setting off an explosion inside and causing me to buck against his hand.
As we lay here in the aftermath, I wait until I know that I can actually form words without sounding like an idiot.
"Wow. What was that?"
Heath looks at me in shock. "Lily, have you ever had that happen to you before?"
"No, what was it?" I reply, worried that something was wrong.
"Jesus," Heath exclaims before smiling smugly. "I just gave you your first orgasm."
ELEVEN
Jarek
It's been a whole fucking week, and Liliana has somehow disappeared. How one simple girl can fall off the radar as she did is beyond me. Yeah, she pawned off the bracelet, but that asshole only gave her a measly five hundred dollars, where I had paid four grand for it. I'd thank him because without the money that she should have gotten for it but didn't, she won't get too far, yet I want to beat the fucker for swindling my pauper.
However, even without the money, Liliana has still been able to evade me. She has to have someone helping her—I'd bet my life on it, but who the hell could that be? My pauper has no friends.
Scrolling through my email, I come across one from Carl that I never opened. The subject line says,Inheritance.How the fuck did I miss this? I guess having my mind on my pauper all week, had me forgetting all about my other issue. With Carmen gone all week, it's been quiet at the house, so I never thought twice about the inheritance shit.
As I scan the email's contents, I curse. It states that Carmen Falcon, the widow of the Falcon estate, will remain head of the family until Jarek Falcon, the Heir to the Falcon estate, reaches the age of twenty-one. At such time, Jarek will take over as head of the estate and all associated titles.
This just means that I have to deal with Carmen for another three fucking years! Well, I guess going to college on the other side of the country sounds fantastic now.
Reading on, a light appears at the end of the dark tunnel when I get to the part that says Carmen has no right whatsoever to keep either of myinheritance from me. So, in other words, her contract is bullshit, and I'm going to ensure that it's null and void.
As head of the family, she's also part of the mafia life, and I need to tread carefully. There's no telling what she will do to me if I defy her, but I know I can't go on serving her and her little friends, and I'm sure as hell not fathering any children who are not of my choosing.
With this being said, I upload the copy I have of the contract with the bitch and send it to my lawyer. He will know what moves I can make from here on out. Now, I can get back to figuring out where my little pauper has gone.
"There you are. I've been searching all over for you. Why haven't you answered any of my messages?" Carmen asks angrily when she finds me in the solarium cleaning up the rose garden I had planted after my parents died.
It was the only thing I could bring from our home since everything had burned up. I come here when I need to think because Carmen knows not to enter—it's my private domain. Yet here she is—breaking the one fucking rule that I've been able to keep upheld.
"As you can see, I'm busy. What do you want?" I don't bother to look at her because I know it pisses her off.
"You are being very disobedient, Jarek!"
"No, I just don't have time to play your little games anymore," I say, bored, then add, "Not since my lawyer informed me that the contract you had me sign was bullshit. You can't hold my inheritance from me; therefore, I'm done being your little sex toy for all your friends."
Her laugh sends a shiver down my spine. It's not your typical feminine laugh—no—this one is scornful. I focus on the rose bush I'd been working on since before she came in, but maybe that isn't a smart move.
When she speaks next, it's so close to me that I can feel her hot breath on my neck. I never meant for her to get this close.
"You are such a gullible and pathetic little boy, Jarek. Your uncle should have gotten rid of you when you were younger, but no, the fucker couldn't have kids, and he needed an Heir. Listen to me well, Jarek. I am in chargeof this family until you are old enough to take over, so don't think that just because your lawyer says I can't keep your inheritance from you, it doesn't mean I can't make you do shit."
"You can try," I say through clenched teeth as I stab the dirt with my garden trowel.
"Oh, dear boy, you're delusional if you think I have no power over you. In fact, I was searching for you to inform you that as soon as graduation is over, you will be going up north to study with the others for the next two years."
