Page 70 of The Devil's Heir
"Relax, pauper. Let me show you how enjoyable this can be."
"Jarek, please don't."
Something in her voice stops me, and cursing inwardly, I respect her plea and retract my thumb. Leaving her as she is, I go to the ensuite and get a fresh washcloth. I clean the mess our little fuck session left behind, ensuring I leave no blood smears on her soft skin.
It isn't until I'm done straightening the room and turning off the cameras that I release pauper from her restraints. I grab the soothing gel from my bag and rub it on her wrists, where the cuffs chafed her slightly.
"Was that horrible, pauper?" I ask, wanting to know exactly what her limits are at this point.
"No, Jarek. That was…" She lets her sentence trail off while I wait expectantly.
"That was what?" I prod.
"Different—for me, I mean. It wasn't bad if that's what you want to know. I just don't have much to compare it to."
I grin. "That's what I like to hear." I crawl up on the bed and do something I've never done before.
Cupping Lily's cheek, I brush my lips with hers, adding pressure to the kiss a little at a time. Just when I think she isn't going to return it, Lily parts her lips and lets me in. Don't get me wrong, I've kissed women before, butnever like this and never right after sex—it's too intimate—but it's different with my pauper.
Regrettably, I pull away. I still have some work to do tonight, and if I don't leave now, I won't leave at all.
"You took everything so well, pauper. Tomorrow, I'll be having a dinner party with some of the family and clients. I want you to look gorgeous, and while they're here, you will call me Jarek."
"Yes, Sir. Should I tell the cook anything?"
"I'll take care of it. Get some rest. I don't want to see any circles under your eyes tomorrow evening. I want to show you off, so you must be at your best."
Pressing one last kiss to her lips, I stand and walk to the door. Before I leave, I turn partway and look back at her petite form still on the bed. "Thank you for tonight, Liliana," I say with a smile and walk out.
THIRTY-FIVE
Liliana
I've never been as nervous as I am right now. I'm standing beside Jarek, his hand resting on the small of my back as if we're a loving couple. His thumb rubs back and forth across the bare skin not covered by the dress. A dress that he picked out for me to wear.
It's a lovely black evening dress... if you're part of the rich and famous. I have no business wearing something of this caliber, but Jarek said that as long as I'm living under his roof and he's sticking his cock in me, I will dress appropriately. To me, that would mean I should dress more provocatively, don't you think?
That's not the case. My closet is now full of proper clothing fit for a woman with money and power. There are a few comfy clothes thrown in there as well, but not many. Most of the outfits consist of dresses or skirts, and that's only because he wants to have full access to me as often as possible. It's the typical Jarek response.
"So, pray tell, who is this lovely creature you have your paws all over?" A tall, older gentleman asks as he stops before us.
We're greeting the dinner guests as they arrive, and so far, every one of them has leered at me creepily as they walk through the door. My stomach turns each time, but Jarek squeezes my hip in reassurance every time it happens. At least, I hope it's reassurance.
"This is Liliana. Make sure you treat her with the utmost respect," Jarek states each time he's asked the same question.
This guest actually has a full set of balls because he asks, "Is she tonight's entertainment?"
"No, she isn't," Jarek bites out.
"My apologies. I'm just used to you having beautiful women to entertain us, is all."
"Liliana is beautiful, but she won't be entertaining anyone but me." Jarek pulls me into his side a little more.
The older guy hums. "Yes, I see why you want her all to yourself. Tell me, Jarek, where is that niece of mine?"
I feel Jarek stiffen beside me.
"Carmen wasn't invited tonight."
