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James glances up and the pity on his face causes me to roll my eyes and he looks away, knowing how there is no room for sympathy under my roof.
“I promised you an education, Purity and the heels and the drink are part of that.”
“They are.” She stares at me through those astonishing eyes, and I wish I could cancel this interminable evening to spend it educating her in a much more pleasurable pastime. Instead, I nod and swirl my own glass around my hand and knock back the contents, relishing the burn.
“You have much to learn. Do not question me, just know I am doing this to educate you in social graces. You will be offered the finest champagne wherever we go. It would be impolite to refuse. Mastered well, the heels give you a poise and presence that could command an army and you would be wise to practice walking effortlessly in them. Tonight, we will be eating in the finest restaurant and as it’s your first time, you must follow my lead. Do not react, do not have an opinion just do as I say, and you will pass the test.”
“The test?”
She appears worried and I nod. “You are in training to be my wife, Purity. I like the best. Idemandthe best and youwillbecome the best. There will be no small-town girl accompanying me but a poised, sophisticated woman that makes me the envy of everyone. Do not let me down.”
She nods, her eyes lit with excitement, which makes me smile inside. Purity is ravenous for experience, and I can’t wait to show her everything. An innocent let loose in the world who has stumbled down the darkest hole. I will teach her everything I want her to know, and she will enjoy every fucking second of it.
Reaching out, I take her hand and pull her to my side and say to Saint, “Is the car ready?”
“Of course.”
He heads out of the door, and I nod to James and, with Purity’s hand firmly in mine, we follow him outside.
CHAPTER19
PURITY
Iam so nervous. When I discovered what Killian had ordered for me, I was like a kid in a candy shop. I have never seen such luxurious clothing in my life and for a second, I didn’t even know how to dress myself. The silk underwear was decorated with lace and sparkles, and fastened around my body like a corset, pushing my breasts up, making them appear fuller somehow. The panties don’t even deserve the name because half of them is missing. They cover the front of me, with hardly anything behind. The dress itself was so luxurious it made me gasp with pleasure and as for the diamonds in the red velvet box, they dazzled my eyes.
Of everything, it was the make-up that I was most excited about because I have only seen women wearing it on the television, I stole time with. It transformed me and I had to blink several times to test it was my reflection staring back at me.
However, those heels are my mortal enemy because how the hell do women walk in these things?
They are painful, uncomfortable and awkward and I long for my flat sensible shoes.
If I thought Killian would take pity on me, I was wrong, and he was sharp and slightly cruel when he told me to master them. I must remind myself he is doing this to educate me so I don’t fail, and I should thank him, really. However, I didn’t like it and am a little hurt that he shamed me before his employees. As for that ghastly drink. Why do people drink stuff like that? I only drained the glass to get it over with. Much like the medicine my mother used to make me take when I was sick.
When he demanded I drink another glass, I wanted to fling it across the room at him, but he reminded me of what normal people expect and he was right. The last thing I want is to embarrass myself – to embarrass him – so with determination, I tried to get a taste for it.
I am a little light-headed as I take my seat beside him and as the car pulls away from the house, I say nervously, “I don’t feel so good.”
“That will be the champagne. You haven’t eaten for hours, and your stomach is empty. We should be there soon, and I suggest eating everything placed in front of you.”
“Okay.” I take a deep breath and then almost jump out of my skin when his hand snakes under my dress and he says huskily, “I’m glad to see the panties fit. I will admire them more openly later.”
I gulp as he slides the thin fabric aside and his finger dips inside me, causing me to gasp. He plays with my clit and the wet heat drenches what fabric there is of my panties, and he chuckles softly, “I want to know you’re wet for me, Bella. When we sit in the restaurant, I want your body aching for mine.”
He pushes in harder, and I groan as he plays with my clit and my eyes roll back as an orgasm hits me hard. As I open my mouth, his hand slams against my lips and I scream into it as my body reacts to a violent wave of pleasure that he created.
As he pulls out his fingers, he reaches for a handkerchief and dips it between my legs, cleaning me up and then pocketing it with a wicked grin.
Then he rearranges my clothing and whispers, “Good girl.”
I really can’t answer that and my face flames with mortification.
How does he do that? Play me like an instrument and make me desperate for more. He gives me no warning before he strikes. It’s as if I’m his plaything to do with what he likes and part of me loves it, craves it even, and the part of me that wanted her freedom is horrified by it.
I take a deep breath and muster some courage from the jagged ruins of my respectability and say softly, “What does marriage mean to you, Killian?”
“Power.” He says simply, which surprises me a little. I’m not sure how I found this bravery because just his presence beside me is like a nuclear bomb waiting to go off. He is brooding, mysterious and secretive and I wonder about that. I suppose the darkness in his eyes is what intrigued me in the first place and so I only have myself to blame, and I shift slightly away from him and turn, causing him to sigh heavily. “Purity.”
He says my name as if it’s an irritation and then turns to me and the expression in his eyes could make a strong man cower to his knees but me–it excites me, and I shift on my seat with excited anticipation.
