Page 72 of The Devil's Heir
I thought Carmen's uncle would say something just by the irritation that crosses his face, but all he does is lift his wine glass and take a sip. Nobody seems to have a problem with what Jarek had to say, so the conversations continue all around the table.
When the desert is coming to an end, Jarek turns to me and takes my hand once again as he states, "You're looking a bit tired. I'm sure you'll be bored the rest of the evening. You should call it an early night and head upstairs."
"Are you sure?" I ask, elated that he's allowing me to go.
"Of course. I'll come see you before I turn in for the night."
Hiding my disappointment at the latter, I resume my smile and stand. However, before I go, I ask, "What about Sasha?"
"She stays." Jarek's voice hardens a little, but he keeps an easy smile pasted on his face.
"Okay, well, goodnight then." I turn and leave the dining room as fast as I can without seeming too obvious. I don't think Jarek would want his guests to know that he's paying me to have his child.
I can't even look at the woman in the cage as I pass it, and it feels like I'm betraying the female code, but there's nothing I can do. I practically hold my breath all the way back to my room. Closing the door, I lean against it and take in a few deep breaths.
When my thoughts go back to the dining room and how Sasha is stuck in that cage, I wonder if he would ever do that to me for misbehaving. I'd die if that were to happen.
I get ready for bed, donning a long silk negligee in a pretty rose gold color. The whole time I'm changing, my mind is on Sasha. When I can't take the not knowing any longer, I slip on my matching robe and leave my room.
I'd have thought the men would have moved on to the study or even the billiard room, but the chorus of voices is still coming from the dining room. The door is now closed for the most part, leaving it just a crack open. Moving closer to it, I can see movement on the other side.
My pulse races as I get close enough to peer in through the crack, and my eyes widen at what I see. There on the table is Sasha, being impaled by not one, not two, but three men! There is a fourth one using her mouth, but it's the others that have me covering my mouth with what they're doing so I don't make a sound.
I search for Jarek, hoping he's not part of this perverse display, and I find him with his back to the scene, conversing with two other men. He doesn't seem fazed by what is happening behind him.
"You shouldn't eavesdrop, you know."
My arms flail as I jump, and another hand covers my mouth.
"Shh, it's just me," an amused Jackson says in my ear.
I slap him as soon as he lets me go, and then I hurry away, back toward the stairs. Jackson follows me, grinning until we return to my bedroom door.
"What the hell was that? Were they raping her?" I ask angrily.
"What? No. It's all part of the punishment. It's the part that Sasha likes the most, actually. It's her choice to do what you just saw. Either she can please the guests or spend the rest of the week in the cage."
"Of course, she would pick that!" I point in the direction in which we just came. "I wouldn't want to spend more time in that insufferable cage either!"
Jackson's eyes darken. "Then she shouldn't have attacked you, Liliana. I'm in agreement with Mr. Falcon on this one."
"Oh!" I turn around in frustration and throw open my bedroom door, but then I spin around when Jackson starts to follow me in. "No, you don't. Until you give me back my friend, you are not allowed in my room. Goodnight, Jackson." I shut the door in his face.
Ishouldn't have treated him that way, but I needed to get rid of him. The scene that I witnessed downstairs affected me, and not in a way that I want to be affected by it. A slow throb begins in my core, and I try so hard to stop it, but flashes of what they were doing to her keep running through my head.
I never knew it was possible to have two men in your pussy while another took you in the back door. That can't be pleasant. I know what it's like to have Jarek inside me, and that's snug enough!
Shaking my head, I decide to jump in and take a tepid shower. That may help with the heat building inside me. Stripping, I step into the stall and sigh as the cool water hits my heated flesh. I rest my forehead against the wall and remain there while my body returns to normal.
THIRTY-SIX
Jarek
"I want her gone."
Those are the first words from my pauper's mouth when I come to her room after all my guests leave. I thought surely she'd be sleeping by now, and I'd have to wake her up, but I was wrong.
"You will have to be more specific, pauper," I tell her as I take off my dinner jacket and unbutton the cuffs on my shirt.
