Page 68 of The Devil's Heir
"Well, pauper, you seem to keep wanting to fight me at every turn. Who's to say you won't continue fighting me throughout this process. Having to fight with you gets rather annoying, so now, I will have these to keep you agreeable."
"Agreeable?" I ask, confused.
"Yes, agreeable. You see, pauper, from here on out, whenever you think of arguing with me, just remember these videos. I can and will make them public, or at least let my men get a nice view of how you look when I make you come over and over."
"You wouldn't!" I gasp.
"Wouldn't I?" Jarek asks wickedly. "Get on the bed, Liliana, and let's begin."
THIRTY-FOUR
Jarek
I took a chance, not knowing if it would push her too far or if it would have the desired effect. The verdict is still out. I knew what she was doing the moment she grabbed my package and started massaging me. Of course, I couldn't pass it up. In the end, she still submitted. It took everything I had to keep the amusement off my face because I knew she wanted to give me a piece of her mind.
I shouldn't give her such a hard time. At the end of the day, Liliana is the kind of woman that I can see myself settling down with, but the broken-down boy and teenager in me is finding it hard to let go of everything I know—that women are evil.
When I had my pauper on her hands and knees in the shower, I knew right then that I couldn't let her go. The only issue is that she likes to fight me at every turn, so I had to come up with a way to make it so she wouldn't. Blackmail isn't something I do a lot of, and never to someone I care about, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Hence, the video cameras that are set up.
She doesn't need to know that there are no tapes in them, and I will delete the digital part before I shut the camera off. There's no way in hell I would ever allow any of my men to see my pauper the way I do—naked, raw, and exquisitely phenomenal when she comes. No, that is for my eyes only.
I used to share my women with my friends, but none of them were Liliana Sumner. The only ones who really know my feelings about the woman before me, lying naked on the bed, are Joey Lonzo Jr. and Jackson.However, neither of them knows the full extent to which my feelings for her have spread.
I didn't want to consider the possibilities of what having her here would mean, and I've been fooling myself, thinking that I could let her go in the end. Now, I'll do whatever it takes to keep her here. Even if it means breaking the rules of consent. I'm a Mafia Don, after all. What I say is the law, but I hope I don't have to take it that far when it comes to my pauper.
"Give me your right foot, pauper," I instruct, holding the spreader bar.
Lily looks at it hesitantly before forfeiting her foot. I secure the cuff around it, then hold my hand out for her other foot. As if resigning herself to what's about to happen, she doesn't hesitate this time and gives me her left foot.
"That's my good girl." I run my hands up her shins as I stare into her hypnotic eyes. "Tell me, Liliana, how exactly do you like to be touched?"
"I don't know what you mean, Sir."
My touch is just a light caress, but she's already fisting the sheets with her hands. I affect her whether she wants to admit it or not. When I drag my hands back down to her ankles, I let my gaze drop to the apex of her legs.
"I mean, do you like me to be gentle, or do you like it when I take you roughly?"
"You're the boss, Sir. I take whatever it is that you want do to me."
My hackles rise instantly. I don't like her answer. It's robotic—not emotive at all, and I can't have that. I walk around the bed, dragging my fingers across her skin as I go. As I reach her chest, I use my pointer to draw circles around her nipple, waiting for it to become erect. I don't have to wait long; when it does, I pinch it.
My pauper hisses with the pain, lighting my eyes up before asking, "Did you like that?"
"Not especially, Sir."
"No? What about this?"
I bend over and take the same nipple into my mouth. Flicking my tongue back and forth and then sucking on it, I keep my eyes on Lily's eyes. Her back arches, and a moan slips out.
Removing my tongue, I flick it with my fingers, and she jerks.
"Pain and pleasure come hand in hand with me, pauper. You will get used to how I play with your gorgeous body."
Picking up the cuffs, I close one around her left wrist and the other around her right. Pulling my belt off, I loop it through the headboard before bringing Lily's arms up and lacing the belt through the chain of the cuffs. There's now slack between the headboard and my pauper.
Slowly, I begin to unbutton my shirt as I watch my pauper. When she sees my intent, she turns her eyes away.
"No, pauper. I want your eyes on me. I tell you all the time that your body belongs to me, but you should also know that my body belongs to you. Now, watch while I undress, and see what you're getting in return for giving me what I want."
