Page 6 of Vicious Intentions

I was frantic with need, wiggling my bound hands, taking gasping breaths as he freed his glorious cock. It was long and thick, and there was nothing like being fucked by him.

“My needy little pet. Aren’t you? You’re all mine, you little slut. Never forget that.” He thrust the entire length of his cock inside, and I struggled to fill my lungs with air, doing everything I could to remain obedient. He wasn’t gentle, plunging hard and fast.

“Yes… Sir… Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

My delicious stranger tangled his fingers in my hair, digging into my scalp as he pushed my face into the comforter. He fucked me long and brutally, stripping me of the last of my inhibitions. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Nothing.

When he pulled out, I gasped again, my whimpers that of a wanton girl in need. He raked his fingers down my spine before pressing the tip of his cock against my dark hole.

Then he thrust it all the way inside.

Fuck. My cock ached like a son of a bitch. Her stories were getting darker, more sadistic. It was apparent our perfect little pet liked it as rough as possible.

As I eased the journal into the drawer and stood, I was forced to adjust my shaft to relieve some pressure. Sage would be rewarded with exactly what she wanted. She would serve the three of us. She’d be well used.

Punished.

Tasted.

Fucked.

Branded.

The kinky girl would be forced to accept that her father had fucked with the wrong family.

Then she’d realize she belonged to the worst of the Damned.

The kind of monster nightmares were made of.

CHAPTER 2

Cain

“Bring the consort to me,” I said in passing, refusing to move from my perch in front of the window, staring out at the manicured lawn.

The mansion where I resided along with the other members of the Elite was a perk of being in the top echelon of the school. It had taken blood, sweat, and violence to get me where I was today, a position I’d coveted. The sprawling campus was referred to as the City of Hope, coined by some ancient bastards who’d developed the facility in hopes the children of powerful, influential, and extremely wealthy families would become the future leaders of a society that continued to thrive on disparaging classes of people.

The school administrators turned a blind eye to the activities that had forged a union over three decades before.

Only the strongest survived.

And I was one of the strongest of them all, controlling almost every aspect of what occurred within the hallowed walls of the campus. I’d graduated top of my class as required by my father, obtaining a master’s in business administration before being allowed to take the helm of my father’s empire. I was eager to get on with my life, the four years spent inside the compound more like a prison, albeit one with significant perks.

My balls were still aching from the excellent read I’d had earlier in the day. I’d already masturbated once. As of the end of the night, I’d no longer force myself to abstain. Sage would be in our possession for the rest of her life.

“Are you certain you want to do this?” Hunter asked, a sly smirk on his face.

I turned, studying his expression. “Kelly is a part of our flock. We own every inch of her. She’ll do anything required to become one of the chosen.”

Chosen.

The term was informal, a name the girls had picked themselves, most of them giddy about the opportunity. They understood what was at stake. Wealth beyond their wildest dreams. They would become instant socialites, commanding whatever city they went to live in with their husband.

It was little more than a fancy way of calling them arranged marriages, just like my ancestors had entered into generations before. My mother didn’t love my father and he had a number of whores. However, they had a mutual respect, and once married, the union could never end in divorce.

Only death.

Even my father had reminded me to choose wisely given the amount of power the woman had in the marriage.

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