Page 39 of The Devil's Heir
"If you own me like you say you do, Sir, then why don't you just take it?" I don't know where my braveness is coming from, but I'm not willing to bend so easily.
His lips curve upward into a wicked grin. "Because pauper, I love hearing that gorgeous mouth beg."
When I don't make a move to obey him, his face hardens. "I don't want to hurt you, pauper, but if you do not do as I say, I will throw you over this desk and fuck you the way I like to fuck. Is that what you want?"
"Have you stopped to think that maybe I'm sore from last night, Sir?" I ask, starting to lose my steam because, oddly, his words send tingles through me.
"Well, then I would think you'd do as you're told, so I won't hurt you."
I giveup the battle and nod as much as his hand allows me. When he lets go, I stand, trembling slightly, and bend over. I don't wait for him to tell me again; I lift my dress quickly, baring myself to him.
"Fuck, pauper. Your ass is fucking perfect." He slaps it, and then I jerk forward, crying out when I feel Jarek bite my right cheek. He chuckles at my response, and then I hear his belt buckle jingle. "One of these days, once you're growing with my spawn inside you, I'm going to fuck this tight little hole until it's a gaping mess."
His fingers are on me, sliding through my folds, then prodding at my entrance before pushing into me. In and out, they go as my body begins to accept the invasion. Another dark chuckle comes from the devil behind me just before I hear him spit and feel it hit me. Jarek presses his thickness against my entrance.
"Beg me, pauper."
"Please, Sir..."
"Aw... I think you can do better than that."
"Please, Sir! I need you to fuck me..." I add a bit of desperation to my voice, and it does the job. He enters me slowly until he's as deep as he can go.
"Jesus, pauper. I don't think I'll ever get used to how tight this cunt is." He pulls out and then slams into me.
Surprisingly, I'm not as sore as I thought I'd be, but I can still feel the remnants from the night before. A gasp slips out when my hips slam into the edge, making Jarek laugh.
"I plan on leaving many marks on you, so you might as well get used to it."
We're not at it long, but I can feel my body starting to respond. Unfortunately, Jarek has other ideas and spills inside me before my climax comes to fruition. He remains inside me for a few minutes, panting after all the grunting he did as he released his load.
"Maybe if you're a good girl the rest of the day, I'll let you come tonight when I come to your room." He finally pulls out, but before I can get up, I feel his fingers run up my inner thigh and push back inside me. "A few of the kids tried to escape," he explains amusedly.
After moving my thong back in place, Jarek helps me to stand. He pulls my hem down and raises his hand to cup my cheek. "You know, pauper, itdoesn't have to be bad between us. You signed the contract; you're only making things worse for yourself. I am a very dominant lover, and I love rough sex. I'm trying my best to work you into it, but if you don't want to work with me, then I'll stop trying."
He turns to head for the door, telling me to remain here in the conference room until he comes to get me, and I'm more than willing to do just that. I fight the tears that want to fall, but I can't risk anyone seeing that weakness from me. I'll get through this. If I can live on the streets for four years, I can deal with the Falcon asshole for one year.
I push the button on the remote to open the blinds, so I don't feel so lonely in here. What I see on the other side of the glass wall has me wishing I would have left them closed. It looks as if Lucinda was just kissing Jarek. Her hand is flat on his chest, and she's lowering herself while his hand is on her hip, and he's smiling at her retreating form.
Lucinda's eyes meet mine, and she waves, causing Jarek to look my way. However, he doesn't seem happy about me catching him in the compromising position. I cross my arms and look away, ignoring him altogether.
TWENTY-TWO
Jarek
Feelings. What the fuck do they have to do with shit when trying to get something done. I know I embarrassed my pauper, but she will have to get used to it. She'll learn quickly that my world has no room for feelings. She's here to do a job. Liliana should be happy that I've put her above everybody else, even my submissive. Which I should really think about terminating that contract, but I'll see how it works out with my pauper first.
My guys have seen it all when it comes to me and women. I'm not a shy guy by any means. I've fucked in front of them, and yeah, I've shared my sloppy seconds, but Liliana is different—nobody will ever know how good her cunt feels. At least, not while she's with me.
Fucking her over the conference room desk was her punishment, and if you ask me, I went easy on her. I could have had my men watch. She never should have tried to walk out or argue with me, for that matter—I've killed for less than that.
Leaving her in the conference room while going to meet with Lonzo was more for her than anything. I don't know why, but I figured she could use this time to put herself back together, but then she saw Lucinda pulling her little stunt.
I know what it must have looked like, and I'm pissed at my receptionist for leaning in the way she did just to tell me that she canceled my afternoon appointments. I fucked Lucinda once, months ago, and we both agreed that it would never happen again, so her pulling that shit has me livid.
When my pauper turns her head away, I wrench myself away from my receptionist and go straight to my office. I'm not going to try to explain shit to Liliana. It's none of her business who I fuck. The contract never said that I would only fuck her, only that she is not to take on any lovers while she's with me.
Now that my mood has soured, I storm into my office to see both Lonzo's sitting in the chairs in front of my desk. I nod, tight-lipped, when they look at me.
