Page 55 of The Devil's Heir
Jarek reaches into the inside of his suit jacket and pulls out a white bottle. From the sounds of it, it's full of pills. An uneasy feeling sweeps through me as I eye the bottle warily.
"What are those?"
Jarek sets the bottle on the table and slowly slides it over to me. "This will ensure you conceive in the next couple of months."
"Wait! What? I'm not taking any pills! That was not in the contract."
"Maybe not, but you agreed to the pregnancy, and taking these will help it along."
"I don't even know what they are! They could be harmful—"
"They're not!" Jarek's anger is visible. "Do you think I would do anything to endanger you or my Heir? You only need to take them until we have a positive test. It's to help with your fertility."
"So, what? There's a possibility that I could have multiple births?" I ask incredulously.
"No. Doc ensured me that it won't increase the chance of having multiple births, just that you ovulate on time and for an extra day or two."
I pick the bottle up and turn it around, reading the instructions.Take one pill daily for the desired effect.I can't even read the name of the drug.
"Can I use your phone, Sir?"
Jarek cocks his brow, asking, "What for?"
"I would like to look up this drug before I put it inside my body, if you don't mind, Sir," I reply a bit rudely.
Rolling his eyes, he hands me his phone, and I type the drug name into the search bar and wait. It pops up instantly, but I don't like the results.
"What's the matter?" Jarek inquires.
"Um, it says here that it's not FDA-approved."
"So."
"So?" I question. "I'm not putting an unknown or unapproved drug into my system." I insist angrily.
He studies me momentarily, and then—it happens. The fucker bribes me. With a smug grin, Jarek says, "I'll let Jackson take you over to Sunset with the leftovers if you're a good girl and take one of those pills."
I open my mouth and then close it, too stunned to form any words. I can't believe he would use feeding my friends against me like this! Wait—yes, I can. This is Jarek Falcon we're talking about. I slam the bottle down and glower at him.
"What is it that I have done to make you want to torture me the way that you do?"
Jarek shrugs. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not torturing you, pauper. I've taken you off the street, given you a roof over your head and food in your stomach. In return, I ask that you give me your submission and have my child."
"You're making me take drugs now!" I can't keep my voice low any longer.
However, I've pushed too far; I see it immediately by the way his eyes widen, then narrow. Jarek stands up and removes his suit jacket, laying it over the arm of his chair.
"Get up and bend over the table."
"What?"
"I will not repeat myself, Liliana."
There's ice to his tone, and instead of pissing him off more, I stand slowly and lower my upper body until it's flat against the table. No sooner am I bent over than he's tearing down my leggings and panties and spanking my ass.
"I'm sorry, Sir!"
"No, you're not, but you will be. I've let you get away with way too many things. It's time you understand your true place here." His hand comes down repeatedly; I've lost count as to how many I've received.
