Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,36

big way.

“You are happy with your decision?” I ask instead, wishing that I had the balls to tell her to be with me.

She nods slowly. “Yes,” she says.

I can see that she means it.

“Then that is all that matters, Annabelle,” I say quietly.

She nods happily. “But that’s not all. He knows that only one male won’t cut it for me. So, I’m going to follow in my mother’s footsteps. Have more than one male to please me.”

I blink rapidly as I take in those words. “More than one?”

“Yeah, the way I see it, I could have half a dozen that focus on different parts, you know, each satisfying me in a different way.”

“Mm-hm.” I tap my pen and then scrawl something in my notebook, which I know annoys her.

“…and who doesn’t want an orgy every night, am I right?” She laughs.

“Right,” I mutter.

“Have you ever had an orgy, Gregory?”

I look up into her eyes and see that cheeky glint there again. She does love to tease me, and I love her doing it. I just wish I could act on it.

“No,” I state. “I have been with only two women, at different times in my life and that’s it.”

She gives me a look of horror. “Two?” she splutters. “Two?”

“Two,” I confirm, holding up two fingers.

“Fucking Hell,” she breathes. “Two?”

I nod.

“How old are you?” It’s a rude question but doesn’t come across that way. She is astounded by my revelation as I knew she would be.

“Thirty,” I tell her.

“Wow,” she exclaims, crossing her legs again. “I mean…wow.”

I wait for her next words, which are exactly what I knew…what I hoped they would be.

“Do you want an orgy, Gregory?” Her voice has gone husky, sexy and alerts my dick once again to bulge up.

“Are you offering?” I ask with a dismissive smile. I want her to think about it. I want her to think about it so hard, she needs it in her life, or she will go mad. “Do you want to corrupt me, Annabelle?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Oh, you’re a wicked male, Doctor Gregory. I would corrupt your little innocent soul so bad you wouldn’t know what hit you. I would have you begging for more, begging me to have mercy on you as I show you one more move that will make your eyes so wide, they will fall out of your head. Metaphorically,” she adds unnecessarily.

Or maybe not down here. Maybe eyes do fall out literally.

“It’s taboo,” I remind her softly.

“Ooh,” she moans, throwing her head back. “I’m so wet right now.”

I can’t. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.

“What are you going to do about it?” I whisper.

“Go and find myself a hot, giant Gargoyle and ride him until he weeps,” she says smartly, giving me such a sassy smile, I nearly weep.

“Off you go then,” I mutter. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She blows me a kiss and stands up, vanishing from my sight, allowing me to groan and pull my dick out of my pants. I pump away, needing the release. I shove my notebook aside and stand up, moving over to the chair where she sits. I can smell her perfume and close my eyes, jerking off until I come all over the leather chair. Now when she sits there tomorrow, I’ll know what I did, and I’ll enjoy torturing her until she can’t stand it anymore. There is only one way I can see this happening now and that is if she comes to me. It’s unethical, it goes against everything I was taught and that I believe in, but I don’t care. My life, that life is over. I’m here now and it’s time that I truly accept that and make the most of it while I can.

17

Annabelle

I stare out of my bedroom window at the sin bin. I can see the Serpent Demon, Razor, from last night, regaling it over a crowd of weak females. They are hanging on his every word and it pisses me off. I want to go down there, slice his guts out and burn them. But I know who he is now.

Razor.

His name has popped up on Shax’s radar as one of those to keep an eye on. He is vocal about Hell being ruled by a female. He has so far stayed out of my way. I’ve never crossed paths with him before, except last night I appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time. Well, you know what they say about keeping your