Page 65 of The Devil's Heir
"Get out of here, Jackson." I roll my eyes and walk over to where he placed my food.
Lasagna and garlic bread make my mouth water when I lift the lid, and I could just cry. I was tired of eating things I could barely pronounce, so Jackson has been requesting simple dishes like this one.
"Thank you," I tell him before he walks out.
"No problem. Enjoy. Mr. Falcon will be home in about an hour."
"What?!"
Jackson wiggles his fingers at me as he closes the door with a goofy grin. I'm going to kill him! I look at my food longingly, wanting to dive into the deliciousness of it, but I should really clean myself up a bit.
"You know what? Fuck it, and fuck him!" I exclaim out loud.
If he wants to have his filthy way with me, then he's going to get me however he gets me. I take a seat in the chair at the table and dig into my food. It tastes like heaven. I haven't had a good lasagna dish in years. The homeless shelter would serve it occasionally, but it never tasted like this. Lasagna was my favorite dish growing up, and I can't stop the moan that slips out after my first few bites.
Once I've eaten every morsel, I sit back and let my food rest—until I look at the time. "Shit!" I exclaim when I see I only have ten minutes left.
Stripping out of my clothes, I jump into the shower and scrub as fast as I can. I don't want blood running down my legs, so I insert a tampon after my shower, and then I begin to pace the room. All sorts of things run through my mind, like whether I should grab another blanket to lay down so I don't stain the covers or grab a washcloth and towel to clean myself up with immediately after Jarek's done with me.
I'm not sure how long I've been pacing, but suddenly, he's there, standing in my doorway. He's got another bag with him, and I frown. As if what Jackson had brought me wasn't enough, Jarek had to bring more.
"Hello, pauper. You're looking—edible." Jarek grins salaciously and comes forward. "Before we get started…" he reaches into his inside pocket and hands me the pills."
"Sir, I can't get pregnant yet. I—"
"You will take them because I'm telling you to, Lily. Now, be a good girl and do as I say." He's not lecturing me; his tone is too mild for that, but I do hear the sternness laced underneath.
I move to the table where my empty plate sits and pick up my water, popping the pill and swallowing it. I jump when Jarek's arms come around me, and he sniffs.
"God, I love your scent, pauper. It's what attracted me to you in high school. You walked by me one day, and the vanilla and lavender scent that was embedded into your every pore called out to me. I haven't been able to get enough of it." Jarek's one hand comes up to cup my breast while the other slides to my stomach. "Soon, you will grow my Heir…"
"Sir…" I whisper, closing my eyes.
I want to enjoy the touch entirely because it feels good, but I can't allow myself to do it. However, my mouth betrays me, and I moan.
The hand on my stomach slides downward and disappears between my legs. When Jarek starts paying homage to my clit, my hips react and move with his hand.
"Come for me, Liliana."
There's a strange note to his voice, one that's too soft to be coming from the devil, but the words as he continues are exactly what Lucifer would say. Whispering words of encouragement—filthy and perverse—into my ear and setting my body on fire instantly is only the beginning. I know what he can also do with that mouth of his. Maybe it's my period, I don't know, but suddenly, I'm exploding by just his fingers on my clit and the wicked words still echoing in my ear.
"Oh fuck…"
"That's it, Liliana. Give me what's mine; give me your orgasm now, and I'll give your body what she really wants."
As soon as my climax is over, Jarek brushes his lips across my cheek and says, "Thank you, pauper. Now, go to the bathroom and kneel in the shower."
As soon as his words register, I turn to face him with furrowed brows. "Why am I getting into the shower, Sir? I just took one."
"Because it's the least messy place to do what I'm about to do." Jarek pulls off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves.
"What are you about to do?" I ask, leaving off theSirpart, but either he doesn't realize it, or he's letting it slip for now so he can punish me later.
Pulling tubing and solution from the bag he brought with him, Jarek replies, "I'm about to start training that gorgeous ass, so when you're big with my Heir, I can fuckit."
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Liliana
