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Fuck. My cock ached, pinched against the zipper of my trousers. Filthy visions tore through my mind. Soon, I would drive my shaft deep into Ava ‘s tight pussy as she writhed underneath me.
I knew the objective, one that Clinton had drilled into us for several months, but there was something about her that intrigued me. The three of us had shared women before, but a part of me wanted her all to myself. That shocked the hell out of me. I could have anyone I wanted in the world, but Ava had been the only one to spark something deep inside.
I’d barely paid any attention to the stories Clinton had mentioned. Just reading a small pasAva from her journal had pushed me to the edge of need, so much so that sending her away wasn’t an option. I couldn’t wait to lock her inside a house where no one else could find her.
“Lucky bastard,” Weston said as he flanked my side.
“How so, brother?” As Ava disappeared into the crowd, I took a deep breath, filthy thoughts of what I would do to her lingering in my mind.
“You were the first to meet our new pet. I’m curious as to your thoughts.”
In our world, women were considered commodities, even at our age. I knew the drill as well as any of the other members. Being an Elite was in our blood, our fathers anticipating we’d become stellar members of a pre-ordained, exclusive club with past graduates. I found it interesting my father had wanted me involved. Even more so that I’d been allowed to break the traditional mold of being welcomed since none of my ancestors had gone through the program. Program. What I meant was indoctrination.
I gave him a sideways glance, lifting the glass to my lips. “She’s not as timid as we thought. In fact, there’s an intelligence and vibrancy in her unlike any of the other girls. But she could be trouble.” There hadn’t been a single woman in the school who’d dared challenge me the way she had. My mind remained filled with images that some would consider heinous. I wanted her confined naked to a cage, only allowed free when she was to be used. That was my right. Somehow, I knew she wouldn’t succumb easily. The joy would be in breaking her, stripping away her defenses.
“You finally figured that out? Her stories are a delicious indication.”
“Not just her stories. I can tell there’s a little lioness inside.” My cock was pressing against my zipper, making walking uncomfortable.
“There isn’t a woman we can’t tame. A little fighter? That will make the evening more delightful.”
Delightful wasn’t the word. While deflowering the beautiful creature before destroying her had been Clinton’s suggestion, I hadn’t planned on being so attracted to her. It was an honor bestowed by a fellow brother. Now, I wanted nothing more than to rip the dress from her voluptuous body, revealing the prize underneath. Defiling her would provide great contentment.
“She’ll break,” I told him.
“That’s the plan. Would you like to wager a bet on how long it will take until she’s screaming out our names after fucking her five times?” His laugh was often annoying, more so tonight.
“We need to get her alone first.” A loud voice drew my attention and we both turned around. “Fuck. Look what the cat dragged in.” There was nothing worse than when former members who’d been tossed out broke the rules by arriving at one of our parties.
“Theodore Watkins,” Weston hissed. “I thought the last time we escorted him out the front door, he knew better than to show his ugly face again.”
“Some assholes never learn.” The limp dick had refused to fuck one of the chosen in front of us, a requirement of the organization. The fact he hadn’t been able to get it up proved him unworthy of holding the title of an Elite. That had been his first infraction, and for reasons that continued to piss me off, he’d been given a pass. Even after fucking up handling an enemy who’d caused us trouble for months, he’d been allowed to live, his only punishment being expelled. I knew all of the reasons, but it still pissed me off. “Why don’t I handle escorting the bastard out this time?”
“Mmm… Be careful you don’t break him. You know his daddy will attempt to make our lives a living hell.”
I glanced at my friend, unable to keep a grin off my face. “If the worthless bastard tries, I’ll have my pops intervene.” My father was truly a sick bastard. If I made a single phone call, William Watkins’ severed head would be delivered by special courier to Theodore’s dorm room. As leader of a South American Cartel, my pops could care less about American laws or those believing they had influence over everyone else.
Weston chuckled, shaking his head. He had no idea what my father was capable of. Fortunately, I was turning out to be a carbon copy of the brutal man. “Now, that is something I’d like to see.”
“Why don’t you check on our lovely prize for the evening while I handle Theo?”
“I think I’ll do that. My cock is itching for action.”
“Careful. Clinton wants to fuck her first.”
“Clinton. Always the man in charge. Whatever. That doesn’t mean I can’t snack on her sweet pussy.”
“Good point.” I tapped my fist on his arm before slamming my drink on one of the tables and heading into the crowd. The fact Theodore had whined to the school administrators about his expulsion from the Elite kept a bad taste in my mouth. The fact that he’d fucked up an assignment had almost tarnished our savage reputation. It was past time he realized fucking with one of the Elite hadn’t been in his best interests. Even being considered for the coveted position was an honor; most kids in the worthless school would die for a chance to join the illustrious organization.
Not Theodore.
Pompous dick.
I had to remind myself that not everyone could tolerate being a member. The requirements were not for the faint of heart. Theodore had faltered, showing his true colors. Even worse, it had been in front of the entire house, other members chanting that we should kill the bastard for failing us. While Clinton had prevented us from doing so, it had been with prudence in mind. We didn’t need the hassle months before graduation, especially since the fucker’s uncle was in the FBI. Yet the cockroach wanted more. Maybe I’d handle the situation once and for all.
My way.