Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
The way she’s suddenly opening up to us, telling us about this depraved fantasy, makes me want to cradle her in my arms and never let her go. The trust she’s putting in us gives me a feeling we are more to her than just men with godly bodies. We’re completing something for her. Something big. Something important. Something beyond a fantasy. That’s obvious from the way she’s looking up at us as she’s nestled between our frames.
“What’s your deal, sweetheart?” I can’t resist asking, looking down into her innocent face. Her eyes go round and her lips pout.
“Why? Is there something wrong?” she asks. Her light, childlike voice steals my heart.
“No, no, of course not,” rasps Burke from her other side, sensing where I’m going with this. We’re not identical twins for nothing, after all. “I just think what Bruce is saying is - most young girls would have been scared of us, that’s all. Scared to take two.”
“Especially since we broke into your room in the middle of the night, princess,” I growl quietly.
She smiles shyly.
“I was scared,” she admits. “But there’s something about you.”
Our expressions darken.
“We’re criminals, Annabel. Make no mistake,” rasps Burke in his baritone. “We were going to rob your parents, and in fact, we still might.”
I’m not sure what I expected, but it certainly isn’t what happens next.
“I hate my parents,” she hisses, her eyes suddenly flashing. It’s odd seeing the sweet girl this venomous all of a sudden, when before she was all milk and honey. There’s something dark buried there, all right. “You asked me what my deal is?” she continues. “There it is. I feel like a prisoner. A princess locked up in a tower.” Her eyes swim with tears now. She hesitates a moment. “And you’re my knights in shining armor,” she adds, her lip trembling. Shit. I knew it. She’s gotten attached to us in a way we can’t afford to let happen. Yet I can’t resist pulling her close to my chest as Burke strokes her hair.
“Come on now. It can’t be as bad as all that,” I growl into the crown of her head. She sniffs against my chest.
“It’s better now,” she says. And she looks up at me and then at Burke, her big brown eyes swimming with tears before they cascade down her round, rosy cheeks. “Now that I have you two, I think I’m going to be okay.” I pull her back toward me and cradle her against my chest as Burke spoons her from behind. Both of our cocks have started to soften, but the proximity to Annabel’s plush little body could have us rock hard in a second if we’re not careful. Yet, we can both sense this is a tender moment, and not one to be interrupted by more sexy times - even though I could go again in a heartbeat.
I feel Annabel’s breath slowing, and I glance down to find her fast asleep in our arms. Burke and I exchange looks. We have to go, and this is the perfect time. It’s a blessing we weren’t discovered while we were fucking this little princess and making her moan like an animal, but we can’t stay any longer. We can’t outplay our luck.
Quickly, without making a sound, my brother and I move smoothly out from underneath our sleeping beauty. She’s an angel, breathing softly upon her feather mattress. We pull the blankets gently up over her curvy body and tuck her in. Then we quickly get dressed, tucking our thick, heavy cocks back into our pants, and leave as quietly as we entered.
Burke and I don’t say a word as we head back to our lair, slinking through the dark streets of the city like shadows. We don’t need to speak. We both know things have changed now, possibly forever. It was meant to be just another raid: quickly in and quickly out. We didn’t expect to find a goddess so intoxicatingly alluring, so plush, and so desperate to be loved and owned. Nor did we count on being powerless before her, to the point where we didn’t even achieve our goal: to rob her father blind.
Even worse, we definitely didn’t count on feeling this sense of protectiveness for Annabel. This animalistic urge to own her body and keep her for ourselves. To keep her away from anyone who might do her harm. I sense a shift in myself that I know Burke feels, too.
Our lair is a dangerous place, and our occupation is wrought with risk. Our line of work has no place for emotions nor attachments. No place for anything but sheer greed and evil. The rest of the guild won’t be pleased when we come back empty-handed again. It’s good Burke and I are in charge and can wreak havoc on anyone who has a problem with our methods because we might just have to. This little goddess has turned our world upside down, and I’m not sure I mind.