Page 706 of One More Kiss
Chapter2
“When is killing justified?”I asked the class as I leaned against my desk.
Bored eyes flashed with interest at the word “killing,” but I resisted the urge to smile.
None of them were here for the Ethics course itself. A three-credit course, a means to an end to fulfill inane requirements in the course catalog, most of the students who came before me were making a brief, forgettable stop on their way to law degrees, medical degrees, or teaching philosophy.
This particular collection of students was no different.
But for her.
Mia Bryant.
Majoring in computer security, laughable considering her parents’ abilities. But her choice of a degree worked as a hell of a place to be inconspicuous.
As inconspicuous as Mia could be.
She didn’t need the degree. Of course, she didn’t know that I knew that. She didn’t know much about me at all.
The black sheep of The Scorpio Society. The accidental member no one talked about.
But I knew plenty about her.
A fresh mouth and flashing eyes, she approached everything with her shoulders pulled back and her chest puffed out. She stood roughly five and a half feet of vibrating attitude, cunning understanding, and sharp wit complete with full lips perfect for wrapping around a throbbing, firm cock.
How many times had I imagined just that? Her, on her knees, under my desk, that flash of unpredictability in her eyes that told me she’d either lick me, suck me, or if so inclined in the moment, she might just bite my cock off.
If our lives intersected just right, I wouldn’t hesitate to take the opportunity to find out which.
If she didn’t take out that simmering rage on me, I knew just what to do with her. How to fuck the scathing attitude on the tip of her tongue clean out of her mouth until she gagged and her eyes watered.
She’d hate me for it even as she carved those nails into my ass and dragged me in deeper and harder.
Her lips around my cock wouldn’t be a blow job…
They’d be an act of war.
And for the first time in my life, I’d entertain the idea of waving the white flag just to see how interesting it could all get.
“In self-defense,” Sloan said with a smirk over her shoulder at the other students. As though plucking the single most unimaginative and common response was something to be proud of.
Mia rolled her glittering aquamarine eyes and stared off to the tall windows looking out into the courtyard where autumn leaves waved in the wind, a few breaking free with every gust and spiraling to the ground.
The induction ceremony would be coming up soon. New inductees to The Scorpio Society were being tested at this very moment. Their fate resting in their ability to be ruthless, to go against their instincts, to follow orders without question.
Tests casting the first fracture in our humanity only to be put back together as something new. Something insidious. Capable of continuing to build on the power The Scorpio Society possessed.
Had she been tested yet?
And if she had, had she passed?
Yes. I’d bet everything that she had.
Maybe they’d had her slit a throat and watch her victim bleed out. Or put a bullet between the eyes of a lowly enemy of the society, someone disposable. Most people were.
I had been.
She’d be one of us. I didn’t have a single doubt about it. Not that she’d ever know I was one of them. No one really knew. I lived on the fringes of a society I was never supposed to be part of. Festering wounds throbbing as I bided my time until the opportunity for payback arose.
