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)
“Actually, princess,” growls Bruce, putting the panel back. “Now, we’ve got some questions for you.”
“Just one, actually,” I add.
“What it is?” she asks, looking up at us obediently, her tits heaving under her lace night dress, stretching the material. It’s obvious that now that her questions have been satisfied, she’s eager to get on with the good stuff: tearing up the sheets while moaning loudly. I feel the same way – my body is responding to the way she’s standing there, ready to give herself to us again. Her skin glows, and to me, she’s filled with the vibrancy of life, from those quivering tits to the dark vee at her thighs. I want to consume Annabel, and my cock is rock hard in my pants. I can see that Bruce’s is as well. Will we get through this part before we devour her? I clear my throat, hoping that will clear my head.
“Now that you’ve seen how we get in and out of here,” I say in my deep, gentle voice, “we’d like to ask you for your help.”
“With what?” she asks, batting her thick lashes and pouting her full, pink lips. Fuck, all I want to do is have that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. I don’t want to spend the evening talking about robbing her father. What are we doing? Bruce seems to be of the same mind, but he plods on.
“You’ll notice we haven’t actually stolen anything from your family yet,” he growls. “Let’s say, we’ve been a little occupied.” This makes our princess giggle and blush, and I almost lose my cool. I’m ready to lunge forward and rip her night dress off before tasting that sweet, tight cunt. But I clench my jaw and hold back.
“Let’s just say that for various reasons, we need to pull off a really big haul,” I say.
“The kind of big haul that would come from robbing your father,” adds Bruce, his blue eyes growing intense. The smile disappears from Annabel’s face. “We know how much your father has, princess,” continues Bruce. “And the question is –”
“—will you help us?” I finish in my gentlest voice. But Annabel looks stricken. I thought she hated her father, but at my query, she’s gone pale, all blood draining from her beautiful face.
“Y-you want,” she starts, but she needs to compose herself before continuing. “You want me to help you rob my father?” Bruce and I nod slowly. We’re entirely serious about this, even if she’s incredulous.
“You’re our goddess,” states Bruce, his dark brow furrowing, showing how much this means to him. “You’re the perfect person to help us. And it would give you the chance to wreak revenge on your dad.”
Uh oh. That’s a bad choice of words because it’s too aggressive, and Annabel looks faint.
“Revenge?” she asks in a faint voice.
“On your father,” my brother says.
“Why would I want revenge on my father?” she asks quietly.
“I thought you said you hated him,” growls Bruce, his eyes confused now. “Isn’t this a great opportunity to get back at him? By stealing his precious art?”
“Yes, I do hate him,” Annabel says quietly, “But I mean, he’s my dad. Robbing him blind? Under his own roof? It’s pretty out there.”
Bruce and I fall silent. We weren’t expecting this because frankly, it doesn’t sound odd or strange to us at all. This is par for the course.
But Annabel continues.
“Besides, I think there might be a kind of breakthrough happening in my family right now.”
“What kind of breakthrough?” I ask, unable to hide my disappointment in how this is panning out.
Our goddess takes a deep breath.
“I had a fight with my father tonight. We usually never fight because it’s just him being cruel to my mother and me, and us taking it. But I stood up to him tonight, and we got into it. As a result, a conversation between my parents followed and they’re going to the Hamptons this weekend to discuss issues with our family dynamic.”
Bruce and I look at her with disbelief.
“So your dad’s not home right now, is he?” drawls my brother. He and I exchange glances, knowing exactly what the other is thinking: this is the perfect time to rob Roger Jones blind. But Annabel can read our thoughts.
“No, not tonight,” she pleads. “Give Roger a chance. My mother might able to talk some sense in to him. Maybe he’ll change. This is the wrong time for me to plot a robbery when for the first time, my family might be salvageable.”
“People don’t change, Annabel,” barks Bruce. “You know better than that.” His eyes flash as he pins her with his blue gaze. I can see her try to resist his dominance, but she’s struggling.
“Are you sure you don’t want to be a part of this?” I ask, my voice deep and dangerous. Tears brim in her beautiful brown eyes as she wraps her arms around her plump body.