Page 81 of The Devil's Heir
"You shouldn't worry your pretty little head over matters like this. The stress can't be good for your condition." His eyes wander to my stomach, still hidden under the comforter.
"In what condition? We don't know if your seed has taken yet," I say cocking my brow.
Jarek grins.
"Yet." He drawls as his hand slides up my leg and then stops mid-thigh. Gripping the comforter, Jarek slowly tugs it down until everything above my waist is on display. "It's a pity our night was cut short, but I do accept rain checks."
I'm watching his hand pull my blanket down, but then my eyes look up at him before my head follows, and I narrow them. "It's unfair that you can keep things from me, but I can't keep anything from you," I state, slightly annoyed.
Jarek chuckles as he raises his hand and slowly traces my fallen strap. "Oh yeah," he says, watching his finger trace over my skin, then adds, "And what exactly would you hold from me, pauper?"
"Sex."
His finger stops, and his dark eyes, filled with liquid heat, meet mine. Jarek studies me for a moment, then sighs. He slips my strap back in its place and stands, discarding his jacket before starting on his shirt.
"Lonzo made some calls, and there were some leads, but they ended up being duds. There are a few more, but there wasn't much more we could do at this hour, so I came home to cuddle with you."
"Cuddle? With me?" I choke out.
Jarek's mouth kicks up on one side as he pulls his shirt off and then undoes his belt. "Yeah, my cock only cuddles in one place nowadays, so who else would I be talking about?"
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that's called fucking, not cuddling."
"Yes, it is. It's when my cock slips inside of that warm, sweet cunt of yours, and she wraps herself around him. I call that cuddling," Jarek explains, and there's no helping the roll of my eyes.
He pulls hispants off, then climbs on the bed and between my legs, only he's still on top of the covers, and he's still wearing his boxer briefs. Jarek doesn't stop coming at me until my back hits the bed once more.
I giggle—giggle! If you can believe that one. I don't know if I will ever get used to his playful tendencies, but I have to admit—I like them a lot.
"What are you doing, Jarek?" I ask when he dips his head in the crook of my neck.
"Just needing a little taste of you before I put you to bed."
I moan when his tongue traces a trail up the column of my neck. Why do I let him distract me this way? I want to know everything, but apparently, Jarek has other plans.
"Jarek…"
"Hm?"
"Please don't keep me in the dark. If you want me to trust you, then I need you to confide and trust in me, too."
"Liliana, just because I've opened up to you doesn't mean I will talk business with you. What I do is dangerous; the less you know, the better. If I could keep you tucked away here, in my castle, I would."
How am I supposed to take this? He says he wants this to work, whateverthisis, yet he refuses to treat me as an equal and talk to me about issues. I do understand that he wants to keep me safe, but he forgets that I've fended for myself the last four years. I'm a big girl and can handle more shit than he thinks.
After careful consideration, I respond to his reasoning with my own. "That's exactly why you should talk to me, Jarek. You're a dangerous man with a dangerous life, and you've brought me into it. Don't you think I could protect myself better if I know what's going on?"
Jarek moves to my side, propping himself up on his elbow while his other hand bunches up my negligee and then disappears beneath it. He brings his mouth down and covers my nipple through the satin material. My body automatically arches just as his finger slips into my panties and straight into my heat.
"Oh, God—no fair…" I pant.
He hums but doesn't stop his ministrations. In fact, he slips another finger into me and pumps them in and out very slowly as his thumbpresses down on my clit. My hips begin moving of their own accord, and I don't miss the slight snicker that rumbles around my nipple.
Jarek knows how to play my body well, and although I don't hate it, I don't especially like that he uses it to silence me. The inner slut in me craves his touch anytime, anywhere, and that bitch dominates all my other voices.
Even now, when Jarek orders, "Pull your breasts out for me, pauper." That slut submits faster than a jackhammer.
With my breasts now exposed, Jarek licks his lips, but he doesn't repossess them. Instead, he removes his fingers and sucks the arousal he collected from my aching pussy until his fingers are completely clean.
