Page 37 of The Devil's Heir
Dropping her head, she reaches down and pulls the hem of her dress up. Of course, because the dress fits snugly, I had bought her thongs towear with it so her soft, creamy cheeks peek out once the dress is scrunched at her waist.
I make her count as my hand comes down hard on her flesh each time. My cock is thick and pressing into her, but I'll have to take care of that later. Liliana is a whimpering mess when I'm done with the twenty swats. Slipping my hand between her thighs, I grin—she's soaked—just like I knew she would be.
"Did you like that, pauper?" I ask as I rub my finger back and forth.
"Please, Sir…"
"Please… what?" I question as I push two fingers into her tightness.
"Please stop, Sir."
"Oh? It doesn't feel like you want me to stop."
Liliana is so wet that I can hear squelching noises as I finger fuck her. Her body responds so beautifully to me. When she starts grinding against my hand, I urge her on.
"See? You've only just lost your virginity, and you're already a slut for me. Do you like this, pauper?"
"I'm sore, Sir."
"That's not what I asked…"
"Please don't…" Her words trail off as she moans.
As soon as I have her so worked up and her body begins to tense, I remove my fingers, slap her ass, and lift her off my lap, saying, "Naughty girls don't get to come."
TWENTY-ONE
Liliana
That asshole!
As if the spanking in the backseat of the car wasn't bad enough, the way he played with me and fucked me with his fingers right in front of his driver was humiliating. I know, in most cases, a woman would be pissed if a man teased them and then left them high and dry, but I'm grateful that he wouldn't allow me to come. Doing so in front of Jackson would have been so much worse.
We're taking the elevator up to the top floor of Falcon Enterprises where Jarek keeps a possessive hand on the small of my back at all times. He doesn't talk to me, but he does talk to others who get on and off the elevator before it makes it to the twenty-fifth floor.
I know nothing of what Jarek does for work, and I had no intention of finding out, but if he's bringing me here, then I should at least know the basics. When it's just the two of us left in the elevator, and we have three floors left to go, I ask, "What, exactly, is Falcon Enterprises?"
Jarek gives me a quick glance before replying, "We deal in a few different ventures from both commercial and industrial goods to the stock exchange. We even have a publishing company down on the fifth floor."
"Wow, that's a lot." I'm actually surprised that they dip their toes in multiple businesses. Not that I know much about business, but I just wasn't expecting it.
Jarek shrugs. "It isn't much, but it runs itself, leaving me the freedom to run the family."
"Run the family?" I ask, confused.
The elevator dings, indicating we're on our floor, and Jarek pushes me forward with his hand on my back. The doors open up to an ample space with a receptionist area right in front to greet us. Of course, a gorgeous woman is sitting at the desk, smiling brightly at her Boss. Her dark skin tone looks smooth and silky, and her almond-shaped eyes are a beautiful chocolate brown. The woman's hair is shoulder-length, with tight curls framing her face.
"Hello, Mr. Falcon. Your guests are waiting in the conference room." Her eyes slide toward me briefly, then return to her Boss.
"Thank you, Lucinda." Jarek's voice is soft and respectful, nothing like I've ever heard before.
Jarek leads me down a hall and into a room with glass walls where four others sit at a long conference table. I immediately recognize Jarek's underboss, since he's the oldest in the room. Joseph Lonzo's younger-looking version must be Junior, Jarek's capo. There's so much I need to learn about their world. First and foremost, how not to piss anyone off so I don't get myself killed.
"Men, thank you for coming in on such short notice." Jarek doesn't even look at any of the men as he walks us to the head of the room.
He holds a chair out for me and then takes his own. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, so I sit here quietly. A booming voice causes me to jump, drawing Jarek's attention. There's a warning in his stare before his attention returns to the older Lonzo.
"Who is this Bellezza, Falcon?" the underboss asks with a thick Italian accent.
