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Christian

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.

Theo was obviously out to prove himself. His father had been an Elite member and had expected his son to do the same. Unfortunately, the jerk didn’t have the killer drive in him. However, he could make our lives a living hell with the influence he had within other areas of the school.

My approach was stealthy, in complete silence. He was conversing with three of the chosen women, our entertainment for the evening. They seemed enamored, which pissed me off even more. I waited, standing behind him, listening to him bragging about being accepted to Harvard law school, his future mapped out.

Finally, one of the girls noticed my casual stance, smart enough to know looks could be deceiving. Gina was devoted to the house, likely gathering information to expound on later. I’d remind Clinton to make certain she was selected as one of the final candidates.

“Sorry, Theodore. We need to freshen up,” Gina said, immediately guiding the other two girls away.

“What the fuck?” he huffed under his breath.

“It would seem you’re lost, Theodore,” I said quietly. There was no reason to ruin such a lively party.

He turned around, a smug look on his face. It was apparent the manner in which he’d been expelled hadn’t stuck. “What do you want, Chicano?”

“I’m surprised at the level of your slur given your supposed intelligence.”

His grin was meant to irritate me. Either the kid had a death wish or enjoyed pain. I smelled whiskey, his slightly slurred words indicating he’d already had one too many. Maybe booze had made him stupid. What annoyed me more than anything was that I couldn’t kill him. He knew it as well, which was what made him so fucking bold.

“Well, I call it like I see it.”

“Since there is a party going on, I’m going to be polite and ask you to get the fuck out.”

He took a sip of his bourbon, acting as if by consuming the same liquor his father guzzled, he’d become a man. “You don’t own me anymore than you rule this house.”

I inched closer, keeping a smile on my face. “It’s a shame the blood running through your veins is tainted.”

My comment struck him as odd, his eyes narrowing. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

While I ordinarily wouldn’t be in a rush to provide an answer, I had better things to do with my time. “Let’s just say that art never lies.” I had proof his father had knocked up another girl, someone underage who’d given birth to another son. I’d been taught early on to track down every dirty little secret of my enemies. Theo was no exception.

“Don’t play games with me, pusshead. I’m in no mood.”

When he dared attempt to take another sip of his drink, I ripped the glass from his hand, tossing it against the wall.

A few of the girls in the room squealed then returned to flirting as they normally did. No one gave a shit what went on inside the estate.

With a single exception. The delicate innocent flower. Ava stood apart from the group, studying me intently. If I didn’t know better, I’d say there was admiration as well as lust in the warm glow of her blue eyes. Then she smiled, her attitude obviously shifting to admonishment. My cock only ached that much more.

“What the fuck?” Theodore snarled.

While I was momentarily distracted by the girl’s beauty, he managed to drive both hands against my chest, almost pitching me to the floor. That broke the near trance-like state I’d been in. I lunged toward him, issuing a brutal punch to his gut, then wrapping my hand around his throat.

Clinton immediately approached, giving me the nod to deal with the asshole outside the party room. I heard him encouraging the party to continue as I dragged Theodore into a more private section of the estate, tossing him inside one of the rooms. I had to admit, I was curious as to whether the innocent flower would follow, unable to resist finding dirt on the Elite. Maybe. Maybe not. However, my main objective was to issue a harsh warning.

This wasn’t about holding a conversation any longer. The fucker had not only invaded private space where he didn’t belong, he’d insulted a member of the Elite. With a single brutal punch, a crunching sound indicated I’d broken his nose.

He cried out in pain as his body slumped against the wall. I’d give him credit. With barely a shake of his head, he threw himself in my direction, snarling like some fucking animal as he tried to wrap his hands around my throat. I issued an undercut to his throat, knocking the wind out of him. Then I let loose, punching him several times. After his knees buckled and he dropped to the floor, I stood over him, fisting his hair and jerking him up by several inches.

“This will be the last warning you get, Theo. Stay the fuck away from the house. You’re not a member of the Elite. You’re too much of a pussy to be one.” When he said nothing, just glaring at me with tears in his eyes, I spit on him then backed away. “You’re disgusting. You were never man enough to handle the required responsibilities. Get out. If I see your face again anywhere near this estate, I won’t hesitate to slice off your dick and shove it into your mouth. That will be the beginning.”

He had the good sense to remain silent until I was in the doorway.

“Be careful, Christian. Those boys you think so highly of will betray you just like you betrayed me.”

I laughed, not bothering to acknowledge his statement. Although I knew what he said was the truth. As close as I was to Clinton and Weston, I could never turn my back on them.

Taking long strides from the room, I grabbed the first Elite member I saw. “Jonas. Escort the bastard out of the building.”

“Yes, sir.”

God help the fucker if he showed his face again.