Page 64 of The Devil's Heir
Jackson shakes his head. "I've already said too much. Just take my advice and try to give him a chance, or at least watchhim."
When he turns to leave, I grab his arm, stopping him. "Where do you think you're going? You have more explaining to do on the whole Seth topic."
He groans. "Seriously, Liliana? Do you want to do some pedicures while I talk about how much I love sucking his cock, or how he loves taking my cock up his ass?" Jackson's sarcastic tone doesn't faze me one bit.
I rub my hands together, grinning. "Oh, I want to hear all of it!"
The afternoon flies by, and true to his promise, Jarek sends Jackson back to my room with a bag of goods. I had already spent most of the day with my friend, learning everything I could about him and his little boy toy, Seth. Turns out, they're both on rebounds and just having a little fun—so he says—but that kiss Seth gave him seemed more than what he's leading it to be. I don't push on it, though.
Jackson is smirking as he comes into my room and places the bag on my bed. "Somebody is in for a good time tonight," he states.
I cross my arms, glowering at the guy.
"I know you want me to give Jarek a chance, but you don't understand the depths to which he went in bullying me."
"He was in high school and didn't know how to show the right kind of emotion…" Jackson tries excusing Jarek's behavior, but I'm not buying it.
"He chased me into traffic all because I wouldn't wear a stupid bracelet that stated his ownership of me!"
"Well, the way I saw it, he was protecting you from others, but—"
"What do you mean, the way you saw it? You knew he bullied me back then? You saw him doing it, and you're still excusing his actions?" I'm trying hard to keep my temper down—it's not Jackson's fault; it was a few years ago, but it's so hard.
"I'm not excusing his actions, but knowing what I do now about him, I can see why he was doing what he did. As I said earlier, you will begin to understand once you seehim.
I kick Jackson out of my room, frustrated with him, but more for the fact that I'm dying to see what's in the bag. I don't want to do it with him in here. It's bad enough that he brought them to me and knows what I'll be doing later.
"If you need me to explain any of those items, just holler," he muses as I shove at his back.
"Don't worry, I'll Google it before I askyou."
"Whatever. I'll be up soon with your dinner."
I slam the door behind him and turn around, staring at the black duffle bag sitting on the bed. I know curiosity killed the cat, but I'm too nervousnotto look inside the bag. Besides, Jarek never said I couldn't look.
Walking over to the bed slowly, my hands tremble slightly as I reach for the zipper.
Calm down, Lily; it's not like it's going to bite you.
I slide the zipper across the bag and peer into its dark depths. I can't make out much, so I begin pulling the items out.
When I've pulled the last one out of the bag, I step back and examine each piece. Everything from handcuffs, vibrators, and nipple clamps are spread across my bed. There's a bar that extends with cuffs on each end and a bottle of lube. A wooden paddle with holes and a leather handle with tassels on it also lies in the mix.
Everything appears relatively normal when using sex toys, yet I'm feeling a significant sense of unease about using some of the items—like the bar. What are his plans? Is he going to restrain me and then paddle my ass?
A knock sounds at the door, and I scramble to gather the items up. I then toss the blanket from the foot of my bed over them before calling out.
"Come in."
Jackson appears with my food tray, and the first thing he does is smile when he spots the blanket on the bed. I can feel my face flush with heat, knowing that he now knows I know what will happen soon.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. He's actually taking it easy on you."
"Please don't, Jackson…"
He chuckles. "You'll get used to it eventually. You may even like it—oh no!" He feigns shock as he covers his mouth, and I can't help but laugh.
The longer I'm around Jackson, the more he's turning into a real person, not just an employee of the devil. I can see the boyish charm he still has, and I'm beginning to wish I had known him in school. The past is the past, though. I'm grateful to know him now, even if he can be a pain in my ass.
