Page 4 of Vicious Intentions

Killing him wasn’t enough.

I wanted more. Much more.

“Yes, you do. It’s time we moved forward with our plan.” Cristiano was the quiet one, always observing. He was dangerous, more so than people gave him credit for.

“Patience, my dear friend. We’re almost there.”

“The party has been announced, our useful minions directed to attend, a few select guests invited to keep it interesting and full of activity.” Hunter moved ahead of me, opening the massive door to the dorm.

The party was little more than a lure, allowing our first official meeting with Sage. The people he called our minions were some of the school’s most beautiful female students, all vying to be chosen after graduation. Many hoped they would become a bride. Little did they know at best they’d become our whores.

The realization that there was only one woman for me had occurred the very first time I’d laid eyes on her. Sage likely didn’t remember that she’d bumped into me on her first day at the school, giggling from nervousness and excitement. I’d spent two hours jerking off to the most intense fantasies about what I would do to her. Similar images flashed in front of my mind just walking into her dorm.

The beauty crawling towards me on her hands and knees. Around her neck she’d have a wide diamond-encrusted collar, her red lips open in anticipation of sucking my cock.

I’d also created vivid images in my mind of the beautiful strap marks that would cover her porcelain skin after I’d disciplined her for even the barest hint of an infraction.

But there was nothing like the torrid visions of fucking her from behind as she swung from a steel bar, her wrists wrapped in chains.

I was nothing less than a twisted fuck.

“Excellent,” I managed, although in truth I could care less about the party. If it were up to me, we’d wait for her to return from class and take her. Both Hunter and Cristiano were more interested in tempting then tasting her. We’d stalked Sage for months, placing cameras inside her dorm room. I’d also watched her sleep, study, and shower, basking in the vision of her naked body, waiting for the day when I’d taste every inch of her.

The games were set to begin.

We entered the building, heading towards the stairs to the third floor. While there were students coming and going, no one dared question us or our intentions. They knew what would happen if they did.

The lock was easy to maneuver, and as soon as we stepped inside the suite, I took a deep breath. Her perfume lingered, the scent distinctly different than the girl she shared the three rooms with. I’d memorized every detail of Sage’s room, touching everything. I pushed open her partially open bedroom door, entering her hallowed space. Everything about the room she’d occupied for almost two years was special. The bold color of violet on the walls, the thick comforter, and two sets of pillows. Even the art she’d selected, which was more erotic in nature than I would have imagined, told a story about her personality.

She was a born submissive.

I adored the fact that she was hiding her true nature under baggy clothes and thick glasses. However, I knew she was a little lioness in disguise. I also knew the secret she kept from everyone, including her parents. Such a naughty girl. Taming her would be delicious.

Hunter moved toward her bed, running his fingers across her pillow. Then he pulled it into his hands and against his face, inhaling deeply. The man was likely the sickest fuck of all of us, enjoying kinks that I had no interest in.

I moved towards her dresser while Cristiano remained in the outer room. As soon as I opened the top drawer, a smile crossed my face. For as prim and proper as Sage appeared on the outside, her true personality could be found underneath the holey jeans, sweatshirts, and ratty tennis shoes. The lingerie she wore was provocative. Unable to resist, I tugged a crimson thong into my fingers, rubbing the tips across the thin lace.

I’d taken photographs of her standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties. They always matched, and her choices had always made my mouth water. Soon, I’d rip my teeth through the material, tasting her for the first time.

And a couple of nights before, I’d stood over her while she’d been sleeping. I’d almost taken her then. I’d brought with me a gag and zip-ties, prepared to take her as my captive. Then she’d stirred, waking out of a deep sleep. I’d remained in the shadows as she’d sat up in bed, certain she’d seen me. But if she had, she would have reported me to the dorm resident.

Or maybe she hungered for my touch more than I knew.

Only after that had Hunter been able to convince me that having a party was the best move.

I shifted my hand across my aching cock, forced to adjust it given the hard crush of the zipper. The woman had no idea how close she’d come to becoming my prisoner.

I held her panties to my nose again, drinking in her essence. She was everything I wanted.

After pocketing the delicious piece, I left my calling card on her nightstand. A single blood-red rose petal. It was the second one I’d left in my many visits. I wanted her to discover she’d become my prey. But if she’d realized it up to this point, she hadn’t expressed any alarm.

Or perhaps she enjoyed being the subject of dark, demented fantasies.

My heart continued to pound with adrenaline as it did every time I was anywhere near her. The anticipation was well worth the wait. After taking a deep breath, I let it out through my nose, another wave of anger rushing through my system. I’d waited ten long years. Everything had to be perfect. At this point, I’d allow my fury to fuel my desires and nothing more.

“Remove the equipment?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah. I don’t want any complications.”

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