Page 45 of The Devil's Heir
I pull out of Sasha, ordering, "Play with yourself and come for me."
Still not taking my eyes off Lily, I rip the condom off and pick up the syringe beside me. I continue stroking my cock, and as soon as I start to explode, I hold my tip to the opening and spurt every last drop into the syringe.
When I'm done, I lube the other end up and slowly insert it into Liliana's cunt, pushing the plunger until almost every drop enters its rightful place. I reach over and grab the other item I brought over.
You see, there are certain species that can create what is known as a mating plug. It's a secretion produced by the male that hardens in the vagina to allow the sperm to reach its destination. Since humans do not have this convenience, I'm using a different type of plug. Replacing the syringe with the plug, I keep Lily in position while I watch Sasha finish getting off.
As soon as Sasha comes down from her climax, I slap her ass and dismiss her. I don't miss the glare she gives me, or my pauper for that matter, but I don't care. This is a private moment now, and I need to spend it with Lily as she holds my soldiers inside the pussy that I should have fucked.
"That's a good girl. I know you're mad at me, but you did this to yourself. Don't you think I'd rather make a baby naturally with you? I don't know what other way to do it if you don't want to have sex with me. This is how it must be from now on. You'll be basted like a Butterball turkey on the holiday."
I pull the thong from her mouth, and she spits at me. Her saliva hits my chin, and I wipe it away. Then, I grip her jaw and get close to her face. "Did you not see what I'm capable of doing, pauper? Keep it up, and I won't care if you're agreeable; I'll fuck you like a whore and then pass you around to my men. Is that what you want? You have favor with me at the moment. Do you honestly think that I treat other women the way I do you? I fuckingloathewomen." Memories of years ago when Carmen let her friends have me dance through my head. "You have no idea what you vile creatures have put me through, but you—you, Liliana, have always been in the back of my mind as the one who could have every piece of me if only you ever wanted it."
I can't look at her anymore. I leave her there while I go and cool off. I don't want to hurt her, but when those intrusive thoughts come crashing back, I don't know if I'd be able to stop myself from doing something I will regret.
I've stayed away from Liliana for two days. After returning to the playroom and carrying my pauper to her room, I left and haven't been back to the house. I left Jackson there because, if I'm being honest, I don't trust Sasha or Carmen.
I'm not happy that I stooped that low, but when it comes to Liliana, I lose my fucking mind. I don't know how to punish her properly. Some days, I want to wrap my hands around her pretty little neck and watch as I extinguish her miserable life. But then, thinking about a world without her in it puts a halt to those thoughts. They then change to me choking her as I fuck her into submission, only allowing a minuscule of air into her lungs to keep her alive.
I could snuff out the life from Sasha and have no qualms about it. I'd do the same with Carmen if I knew I could get away with it, but until I have full power, I'm stuck dealing with her.
I once asked Lonzo what made Carmen so fucking special that I couldn't snuff the light out of her beady little eyes. He informed me that she was the niece of a powerful Don up North, one who we are now allies with because of the marriage between her and my uncle. I never knew that. So, unless I want to start a war with the Greco-Crime family, I can't touch her.
I pull up to Lonzo's estate and climb out of my Mercedes, buttoning my suit jacket up before I start for the door. I had called ahead of time, informing him that I'd be coming by so he's expecting me. We need to talk about what the dead guy told me. If my family was having issues with another family, then Lonzo would know about it.
"Ah, young Falcon, come in, come in…" my underboss greets when his butler shows me to his office. "It's always a pleasure having you in my home."
"Thanks, Lonzo. I love being here," I tell him, and it's the truth. It's always felt more like home to me than my own.
"How's thatBellezzaof yours?" he asks, grinning.
I flinch.
"I don't really know. I haven't been home in a few days. I've had," I start before pausing, and then finding the right words, continue, "issues that needed tending to."
The older Lonzo gives a boisterous laugh before replying, "Ah, yes. Women tend to cause big issues, but alas, we do need them."
"Do we, though?"
Still grinning, Joseph raises a brow, asking, "You need an Heir, don't you?"
I sigh. "Yeah, I guess so."
Lonzo waves his hand between us. "Enough talk aboutdonna.That's not why you're here—or is it?"
"No, it's not," I respond. "This is about the thief that the men caught. His name was Liam, but he wouldn't give his last name. Before I put a bullet in his head, he told me that my parent's death was a hit and that I was supposed to die with them."
Joseph sits back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and steepling his pointers to place against his lips as if in deep thought. Finally, he states, "I've often wondered about that, but your uncle, God rest his soul, didn't believe it. After all, you survived the fire."
"Yeah, that's the only thing that doesn't make sense," I murmur.
"Did thedonnolasay whether your life is in jeopardy now?" Lonzo inquires, but I shake my head.
"No. Then again, I didn't ask. I only asked who he was working for, and when he refused to tell me, I graced him with one of my bullets. If he wasn't going to tell me who he worked for, then I doubted he would tell me if my life was in danger." I shrug as if it makes no difference.
"Capo, Capo, you must be careful.Many men would love to have your seat on the Rushwood throne."
"Let them come for me. They will die trying," I state, not caring either way.
