Page 70 of Rockwell Academy: The Twist

But before I can claim her and the fun really starts, I have business to attend to and I am sharpening my venom. I wasn’t kidding when I told Jenna Sloane that snakes fascinate me. Theydo. I can’t stand the slippery creatures and my instinct is to remove them from causing harm, which is my intention tonight.

I reachher street in the suburbs of the town, the dim street lighting illuminating the road and not much else. I pull into her carport and keeping my helmet on, I head around the side to the back porch as instructed. As I push open the screen door, I check for anything hostile because I wouldn’t put it past the bitch to have prior knowledge of my intentions.

Soft music is playing out from another room and I remove my helmet, noting the tray holding two glasses filled with champagne. She is obviously prepared but then again, so am I and I remove the bottle from my jacket and make quick work of replacing the contents of the glasses with mine.

I dispose of the evidence and head inside the room, noting her lying on the couch like a fucking piece of artwork.

“Luca.” Her eyes are heavy with lust as she reclines naked on the couch, a fur throw draped across her body, disguising what’s underneath.

“Your lesson begins now. The easel is set up across the room. Paint me.”

Her sultry smile is designed to entrap and I nod, not giving her the satisfaction of success.

I sit astride the chair behind the easel and pretend to size her up for art purposes.

“You intrigue me, Luca.”

“That’s irrelevant.” I shrug, pretending to be concentrating on my work.

“I’m guessing you don’t play by the rules and I like that quality in a guy.”

“That’s nice for you.”

I apply a few strokes to the canvas and she shifts, so the throw falls away, exposing her breasts and she whispers, “Sometimes touch is a better way to imprint an image in your mind.”

She cups her breasts in her hands and moans. “Would you like to touch me, Luca? Do you want to know what forbidden feels like?”

“I don’t like to touch, Miss Sloane. I am only interested in learning more about The Serpent Society.”

Now I have her attention and she sits up with a start, her script already forgotten, as she fixes me with a confused smile. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Jerome Michaels told me otherwise.”

“You are friends with Jerome?”

Understanding dawns and she relaxes. “Then he would have told you how difficult it is to gain access to the club. That the only way to get inside is, well, to get inside me first.”

She smiles provocatively, sure she now has the upper hand, and she leans forward.

“I can get you in if that’s what you want, but there are processes in place. Steps you must take to obtain your membership.”

“Like what?” I carry on drawing my picture of their emblem and she shifts off the couch and heads my way, completely naked save for the pout on her full lips.

She heads around to my side of the easel and chuckles softly. “You really have done your homework, darling. Well, let me enlighten you, but first we should drink to our new alliance.”

I say nothing as she heads into the kitchen and returns with the champagne and hands one to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she holds it to my lips. “Don’t you just love the decadence of champagne, Luca?”

I pretend to take a sip and shrug. “I’ve had better.”

She smiles as she sips her glass, her fingers brushing against my neck as she regards my work.

“Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable, honey? Take off your clothes. It’s so liberating.”

She eases the jacket from my shoulders and whispers, “As I said, to get inside the society you must get inside me first. Just so you know, I like it rough.”

She presses my hand to her breast and whispers seductively, “I can give you the world if you open your mind and let the darkness in.”

I snatch hold of her wrist and force venom into my smile.

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