Page 34 of Pure Evil
He sucks gently and then bites it harder and I scream as an orgasm hits me so hard, I swear I’m about to take my last breath.
My body convulses as if I’m having a fit and I hear a low chuckle as he watches me with interest.
I am so ashamed of my lack of control, and he leans in and whispers, “I like watching you come for me, Bella. Get used to it.”
Then he pulls me up against him and says softly, “You have half an hour to change for dinner. The car will be waiting at seven. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He pulls away and dropping a light kiss on my trembling lips, he turns and leaves as quickly as he came.
CHAPTER18
KILLIAN
Iam fast realizing the benefits of having someone close. A woman on hand to distract my attention in such a delicious way. The fact Purity comes from a crazy half-assed cult run town has done me a favor. She knows nothing of the real world, and I can make her believe anything. She will be grateful and desperate to please me by the time I’ve finished with her and keeping her by my side will ensure she never discovers any different. She is my perfect woman already, but unrefined. A man of my standing and future self needs a poised, sophisticated woman by his side, so educating Purity is high on my to do list.
If I wasn’t so angry with Gabriella, I would thank her because inadvertently she has delivered my ultimate prize and she would hate knowing that.
I pull on my customary black suit with a black silk shirt and tie, loving how black is the perfect choice to shroud my soul. The silver cufflinks and my black leather belt complete the outfit and my polished shoes are fresh from the box.
I maintain the rough edge to my jaw because it hides the scar gifted to me by a surprise attack. It taught me many things and I have never been ‘surprised’ again.
Everything in my life is planned and calculated, and my marriage is no different.
Purity will become the perfect wife and mother to my children and if she believes she will get away with only bearing one, she is about to receive a wake-up call. I intend on fathering four children, hopefully boys. I am building an empire and she will be my queen. Yes, Purity Sanders is pure perfection, which is good because I am pure evil.
I head downstairs and am met by James in the living room. He pours me a glass of whiskey and hands it to me in a crystal glass.
I nod my thanks and he steps to the side, waiting to offer Purity a glass of champagne when she appears.
Saint heads into the room and I nod to James to offer him the same refreshment and as he takes the glass, he says softly, “Jefferson will be accompanied by Gina Di Angelo.”
“Good.” I grin because Gina has been on our payroll for years and will play her part perfectly.
A movement by the open door distracts our attention and I swear I stop breathing for a split second when I see the woman heading into the room. Gone are the rough edges of the girl from the countryside. The woman who stands before us deserves the title of my queen.
She stands tall on the highest heels of the soft leather shoes that complement the dress I chose for her. Pure white silk that molds to her body like the finest glove. It falls just above her knee and my eye travels to the diamond choker sparkling against her throat, causing the beast inside me to growl with desire.
Mine.
She won’t understand the significance of that, but my guests will. I own her. It will be obvious, and I feel a smug sense of satisfaction that things worked out so well.
She has tried to make the best use of the box of make-up I had delivered, and her hair is freshly washed and tumbles around her shoulders like spun silk. The fact it’s white means she radiates innocence and the feral beast inside me is sharpening his claws.
The rosy tinge to her cheeks is heightened as she attempts to walk in the shoes and fails miserably. I note Saint’s small smile and James’ concern as I bark, “Walk tall, Purity. Those shoes will not bite.”
She blushes and tries so hard to walk normally and as she takes a few more steps, James heads toward her and hands her a flute of champagne, guiding her by the arm to a waiting chair. A kindness that causes her to smile at him gratefully with a soft, “Thank you.”
It amuses me when she takes a sip of the champagne and visibly winces before setting it down on the table by her side, causing me to say roughly, “Drink the champagne, Purity. You will develop a taste for it, but only if you practice.”
She looks up and I note the fury in her eyes, which almost makes me dismiss my staff and show her who is in charge around here. However, she is a polite woman and merely grasps the glass and tentatively takes another swig, grimacing as the cool liquid attacks her uneducated taste buds.
There’s an awkward silence as we watch her and then as she drains the glass in one and slams it on the side, Saint turns away to disguise the broad grin on his face. I nod to James, who appears worried but knows better than disobeying me. He refills her glass much to her horror and I say evenly, “You appear to be thirsty, Purity.”
“I’m good, thanks.” She smiles at James and shakes her head and I say darkly, “Drink it.”
She looks as if she’s about to argue, but then notes the expression on my face and reaches for the glass with a trembling hand.
This time she takes a small sip and holds it in her hands as she peers around her and says softly, “I’m looking forward to tonight. I have never eaten in a restaurant before.”