Playing With The Criminals Read online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
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Maybe this time, I can get both of them to take my pussy at the same time? But how would that work? It’s like the dirtiest porn come to life and I blush at the thought, my body tingling all over. God, what’s come over me? A wild and wanton woman has come unleashed, and she’s in the driver’s seat now with all these filthy longings.

But before I have the chance to change my mind, there’s a tell-tale rustle at the other side of the room. I freeze. Is it them? Another rustle sounds, closer this time. I sit upright and sure enough, there are two dark silhouettes outlined against the window. My heart skips a beat as amazement and longing course through me. How did they even get in? One minute I was alone, and the next they’re standing there, their huge bulks blotting out the lights from the city below with their blue eyes gleaming in the dark. I swallow and try to gather my courage, but my throat’s dry.

Leaning to the side of my bed, I reach for the light switch without taking my eyes off of the dark figures. I have to see what they look like. With a click, the lamp throws a small pool of light around my bed, but it doesn’t reach far enough to illuminate the men. If anything, the lamp next to me only makes it harder for me to see them, and I peer into the darkness.

“Hello,” I whisper in what I hope sounds like a come-hither voice. “Welcome back.” There’s a moment of stillness, but then the sound of four heavy boots on thick, expensive carpet reaches my ears. A moment later, two men step into the circle of golden light, and I gasp as I take in their appearance. I knew they were good-looking instinctively, but I wasn’t expecting this.

Towering over me at the foot of my bed, two enormous men stand. They’re easily six five and built like Greek gods. The black, acrylic material of their shirts hugs their bodies, showing off rippling muscles down their arms and chests. Those chiseled faces are incredibly good-looking with square jaws, perfect lips, straight noses and heavy brows framing piercing blue eyes. Holy shit – they’re gorgeous, and they’re identical twins.

I gasp slightly, pressing against the headboard of my bed with shock.

“Don’t be scared,” one of them growls in his baritone voice. “We won’t hurt you.” But these men don’t look gentle. In fact, they look like they could snap me in half with one hand. Yet my fear isn’t real fear – it’s more the feeling of breathless anticipation mixed with helpless confusion. And I’m aroused by the thought of what these huge, built criminals could do to a curvy girl like me.

“Who – who are you?” I manage through a swallow. The men exchange a glance beneath their heavy brows. My heart beats in my throat. “Fine, I get it. You can’t tell me.”

“Does it matter who we are, little girl?” asks the one on the left. Little girl. This is the one whose cock was rammed down my throat last night. The memory of how it pulsed and throbbed as his load was unleashed into my mouth makes my pussy clench so tightly it hurts, and my mouth waters hungrily. Is it possible to literally be painfully aroused?

“Does it matter who we are, when we spared you last night?” demands the other. “We could have just taken your innocence and then left,” he says. “Maybe we should have.”

He’s the one who was between my legs. Recalling how I came all over his cock as he pushed into me is almost too much. Did he like those pussy spasms? Did he see the glimmer of my juices on his hard rod, and smile with the memory? Besides, why are they being so obstinate? Can’t they tell how much I want them?

“Why did you come back?” I whisper, my voice quivering.

“Why do you think?” the first man continues, and in two terrifying strides, he’s on the left side of my bed. He sits down on the edge, his weight on the mattress shifting my body toward him. I can’t breathe. The sudden proximity of his insanely handsome face has me frozen. He stares into my eyes with those piercing blues, and I’m helpless. A slow, heavy footstep on my right brings the other man to my mattress, and I feel a hand slowly pull my brown locks away from my throat. I shiver and turn my gaze to him. Still, neither man is smiling. Should I be scared? And yet, I’m not. I’m hot and aroused, and desperately want more.

“Please,” I murmur, trying to find confidence, “I need to know your names.” A low grunt comes from the men as they show their disapproval. The man on my right tightens his grip on my hair, pulling it into his fist so that he can force my head up toward his.


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