Page 38 of The Devil's Heir
"This is Liliana. She will be with me for some time and will need protection. This is why I called this meeting. I wanted you to meet the woman who will carry my Heir."
My God, this is so embarrassing.
I want nothing more than to crawl under a rock and hide. I can feel all four sets of eyes burning into me, and when I take a quick glance at them, I can tell their interest is now piqued.
"You've chosen well, Boss," the younger Lonzo states, grinning.
"Will she be shared as well?" one of my capos asks with a salacious smile.
Lonzo senior slaps the guy upside the head as my eyes bulge out before my head snaps to Jarek. I don't know what kind of perversion these men get up to, but I did not sign on to be shared.
"What makes you think I will share her when I'm trying to impregnate her withmyHeir. I don't want any misgivings as to whose child it is. Once she's carrying my child—"
I jump up out of my chair, cutting off what he's about to say. I try to turn and run out, but Jarek's quick. His arm is around my waist, pulling me back and onto his lap before I even make it two steps.
"Let me go, Jarek! I didn't sign up for you to whore me out…"
"Calm down, woman! You didn't let me finish," he barks.
"I don't want to hear it either! You all are a bunch of perverts!"
Jarek takes hold of my hair and pulls back, holding me in place, waiting for me to stop fighting. I continue to struggle, but it's no use; his hold on me is too tight. So, finally, I stop.
"As I was saying," Jarek proceeds in annoyance, adding, "Once she's carrying my child, she willnotknow any other man but me. No other guy will fuck the woman carrying my child."
My body slumps in relief hearing his words, and all I can do is bow my head. He's not having it, though. Lifting my chin with his fingers, his grip is firm as he turns my head, forcing me to look at him.
"What do you have to say for yourself, pauper?" Jarek cocks his brow, awaiting my response.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
He nods and releases my chin but keeps me on his lap as he addresses his men. "Be sure to tell the others that they are not to touch Liliana in any way unless it's to protect her. Anyone who lays a finger on her will lose their hand and then their life if it happens a second time."
The father and son duo smirk while the other two nod without showing any emotion. As if I'm not even sitting here, Lonzo Jr. comes right out with a question that has me flushing.
"Pauper? Is this the samepauperyou searched for all that time? The one who got away, as you put it."
If the question bothers Jarek, he doesn't let it show when he replies, "The one and only. This time, she's not getting away from me until I'm done with her. Isn't that right, pauper?"
I'm not about to argue with the Mafia Boss, so I nod and say, "Yes, Sir. I'm not going anywhere."
"That's my good girl." His hand comes down on my thigh and runs up and under the hem of my dress. "You're all excused."
"I would like a word with you, Falcon." The older Lonzo addressing Jarek by his last name is odd to me when the others call him Boss, but I'm sure there is a reason for it.
"Wait for me in my office, Joseph. I'm going to fuck Miss Sumner first, and then we can talk." How Jarek can be so crass is beyond me. He has absolutely no feelings where others are concerned.
I stare at him in disbelief once we're alone in the conference room. Jarek lifts a remote and presses a button, closing the blinds to the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. I try to stand up, but his arm only tightens.
"You're not going anywhere, pauper. Not until you're dripping with my seed."
"Jarek, we can't—"
"You continue to forget how to address me and expect me to let you get away with it? Bend over the desk, pauper."
"Did you have to tell them what you were going to do to me, Sir?" I ask haughtily, screwing up my face.
Jarek grabs my throat, bringing his face close to mine. "Have you forgotten who I am, Liliana? Iownyou. Now, you're going to bend over, lift your dress, and present that pretty little pussy to me. Then, you're going to beg me to fuck it."
