Page 7 of Vicious Intentions

However, if entering into a life of servitude was a goal, then the few women who were selected to serve our needs into the future had achieved success. They served a purpose, providing use of their bodies whenever commanded, offering other services as demanded. They did so willingly, all in hopes of marrying an Elite, living a life of luxury while producing heirs. Kelly was no exception, although I’d yet to fuck her. I wasn’t interested in fulfilling carnal needs. I’d only had one thing on my mind.

Revenge.

But that had been until coming face-to-face with Sage.

“Are you suggesting Kelly’s number will be selected tonight?” Cristiano threw out. He rarely spoke, yet when he did, those around him shuddered in fear.

“I’m not suggesting anything. We shall see how the night progresses, and if she’s a good little girl.” There was only one woman I was interested in, a lovely budding flower who had no idea three wolves waited in the darkness, prepared to strip away more than just her fake attempt at innocence.

I couldn’t wait to introduce her to the very acts she’d written about since arriving at the City of Hope.

Hunter shook his head. “You can’t get enough of the woman.”

“Why should I need to?”

“Even I’ll admit, after reading that passage today, I was hot and bothered.”

Cristiano laughed at the two of us. “It will be much better in real life. Imagine strapping her luscious body to the bed spread eagled.”

“Or keeping her in a cage,” Hunter growled.

When I heard two sets of footsteps, I took a deep breath. Tonight would be the crowning glory of a plan that had festered in my mind since the day the unsuspecting daughter of my greatest enemy had stepped foot on the pristine college grounds.

The selection of at least a few of the consorts to be listed as the Chosen was merely a formality, fulfilling our sacred duties as outlined in the Book of Law, as it had been labeled.

I’d laughed the first time I’d seen them. I had no interest in rules.

“You asked to see me, sire?” Kelly asked.

I turned around, nodding to the fellow soldier who’d brought her into the great room. We called those just below the true reign of power ‘soldiers’, given all thirty of us living in the estate had been given our marching orders from our fathers to begin our rule of the world. Science. Politics. Media. Banking. Real estate. There wasn’t a single division of wealth that we wouldn’t represent, then control one day. We were a mighty force indeed, this graduating class in particular.

As required, she was kneeling, her head bowed out of respect. Anything else would result in extreme punishment, although I enjoyed when the few women who dared defy us graced our presence. I was a sadist after all.

At this point, I wasn’t in the mood to play games. I moved towards her, placing my hand on her head. We had rules of our own, perceptions that the three of us found ridiculous, but appearances were meant to be kept. We were examples to the rest of the grunts, legends to live up to.

“Congratulations, sweet bird. You’ve been anointed to handle a very special task for us.” I stroked her hair absently while my cohorts looked on in amusement. Like me, they loathed the bullshit pomp and circumstance. I slipped my finger under her chin, lifting her head. Her eyes were glassy as the anticipation built.

“What can I do for you, sire? I will do anything.”

Of course, she would. I preferred a woman who didn’t give themselves so easily.

“Good girl. You’re going to ensure that we have a very special guest at the party this evening.”

Kelly narrowed her eyes in confusion. “Who, sire?”

“The lovely Sage Winters.”

Her brow furrowed but for a few seconds, her lower lip quivering as if she were worried what we would do to Sage. “But she’s not a member of the Chosen.”

Her insolence couldn’t be ignored. I slapped her face then fisted her hair. She was another one who enjoyed aspects of pain. I’d learned that early on. “You will do as I say. You’re not to question my orders. Are we clear?”

While there was hurt in her eyes, it quickly faded, her lust returning. “Yes, sire. I’ll ensure she’s here tonight.”

“Good girl,” I mused, gently caressing the sting away. “Very good girl. I know she’s become your friend, but you knew what was expected of you when I allowed you to share a suite with her. Yes? You also know your loyalty lies with every member of the Elite.”

“Yes, sire.”

I arranged almost everything inside the school, the administrators merely puppets. It had been imperative that Sage’s head not be filled with vicious stories surrounding the Elite.

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