Page 35 of The Devil's Heir
Instead of retiring for the night, I go to my office for a drink. I'm still semi-hard, wanting more of Liliana, but I must discipline myself. I have a feeling that if I allow myself to have her too often, I may become addicted. I'm a Falcon and the Mafia Don—there's no room for love or any shit like that. I take what I need, and I move on. My pauper is here for one reason, and one reason only—to give me an Heir.
"So, will you ever tell your auntie who this mysterious woman is?" Carmen's voice comes from the doorway.
Grinding my teeth in annoyance, I grab my whiskey glass and sit on the couch in the corner. Still dressed in my sweats and bare-chested, I spread my arms across the back of the sofa. I stare uninterestedly at the woman with my glass dangling from my fingers.
Carmen shuffles closer, her eyes flicking down to my spread legs, lingering at the apex where the bulge is still prominent. Her gaze is intense, almost magnetic. I know she wants me. Now that I'm older, she feels the once-taboo attraction is less forbidden, but nothing has changed for me. I have no need for Carmen Falcon, especially when it comes to sex.
"Who Ihave as a guest is none of your fucking business. If I wanted you to know, then I would have told you." I bring the glass to my lips and take a drink.
"Aw, what's the matter? Does she have a headache tonight? Did she turn you away?" Carmen teases as she comes even closer.
I wait and watch as the older woman comes to stand before me before dropping to her knees. She runs her hands with the blood-red sharp fingernails up my thighs before skimming her pointer across the top of my sweatpants.
"I'm open to helping you relieve yourself, Jarek." Her tongue darts out and runs over her lips.
My gut churns with the thought of her mouth being anywhere near my dick. As soon as she hooks her finger into my waistband, I smirk.
"Careful,AuntieCarmen. I still have her virgin blood coating my cock, but hey, if you want to clean it off for me—be my guest."
Her lip curls, and she snatches her hand away.
"You brought avirgininto this house?"
"Who better to bear my Heir than someone untouched? At least, I'll know for sure the spawn is mine."
"You're seriously going through with knocking some bitch up?" Carmen's face screws up in disgust.
"What? Did you think I'd give up my uncle's inheritance? You were so adamant about me following through with it…"
"Well, yes, but I assumed you would find some kind of loophole," she states.
I shrug. "I'll need an Heir anyway, and she's a very beautiful woman. Her tight cunt is exactly what I've needed."
Carmen scoffs. "She'll become needy, Jarek."
"And your point is? It'll be easier to control her that way. In fact," I say, scratching my chin and thinking about her words before adding, "That sounds like the perfect plan. I'll ensure she becomes so dependent on me that she'll never want to leave."
"You can't be serious! I thought she was just your breeder?" Carmen starts running her hands up and down my thighs again, but I'm too wrapped up in the thought of Liliana staying indefinitely. "She'll neverallow you to have others, and I know how much you love a variety." Her hand creeps close to my cock.
I grip her wrist and lean down into her, snarling, "Nobody tells me what or who I can and can't have. Do you hear me?"
I see fear in her eyes for just a moment, but then her lips curve upwards, and in a sultry voice, she states, "Let me be your breeder. I'm still young enough to have kids…"
My laugh is anything but amusing. Carmen is almost fifty; she can't tell me she is of child-bearing age. I lean in further so my lips are near her ear. Making sure I leave no room for argument, I tell her, "I wouldn't fuck you even if you were the last bitch on earth. I would go as far as turning to bestiality before Ieverfuck my dick into you."
Carmen jerks back with a gasp.
"You are disgusting, Jarek!"
"Nah, I haven't fucked you yet, so I'm good." I smirk and bring my glass to my lips again. "Get the fuck out of my sight, Carmen. You're making me sick."
Standing, Carmen puffs out her chest, glowering at me, before turning and stomping out of my office. I know she will make me pay in some small way for the insult, but I don't fucking care. Tossing back the rest of my glass' contents, I stand myself and finally head for bed.
I hear the heels of her shoes on the tiled flooring long before my pauper appears. She's a vision when she does. Liliana's raven hair hangs in soft waves down her back and she's wearing just a hint of makeup, going for the more natural look, and I approve.
The outfit I supplied for her to wear hugs her more than I thought, and I find myself hardening. It's mostly a basic bodycon dress with ruching diagonally across the midsection. I thought her ribs would protrude, and I figured the material would hide them, but nothing protrudes from her body except for curves.
Funny, I hadn't noticed them last night. I thought she looked to be on the thinner side, but seeing her now—my eyes are soaking every inch ofher in. The deep purple almost reflects off her eyes, giving them a violet hue.
