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“You’re not laying a finger on her,” James rasps, his blue eyes blazing. “Absolutely not.”
But Tanya steps in then.
“Let me speak for myself, gentlemen.” We turn to stare at the curvaceous blonde, surprised. She nods. “I’m intrigued by Henry’s proposition. I mean, do we really know iftamasutraexists? There’s only one way to find out.”
I gape at her.
“Are you serious, sweetheart? We don’t know these people. He and his brother could be criminals. Hell, it’s obvious they’re spouting bullshit and lies.”
She shrugs her slim shoulders.
“Maybe, but maybe not. Like I said, I’m interested in finding out. I always like to expand my horizons, and this is the first time I’ve encountered the Order of the Raptor. I know it sounds off the beaten track, but let’s give it a try.”
Henry immediately drops to one knee before her, bowing his head before reaching for her hand and pressing it to his lips.
“Your words are my command, goddess,” he murmurs against her fragrant skin. “I’ll call my brother immediately. Should we join you on your building rooftop for an initiation ceremony? Tomorrow at midnight, say?”
Tanya nods while smiling at him.
“Let’s definitely do that,” she says. “I think our resident raptor would like to watch the shenanigans, don’t you agree? It’ll be a little dark, but I hear birds of prey have excellent eyesight.”
Then, before Chris, James, and can say anything, Tanya winks.
“Come on, my princelings. I think this could be fun, don’t you? We’re the stars of a new religion, and evidently, we’re going to spread world peace and global freedom by achievingtamasutra.”
The beautiful blonde tosses her hair over one shoulder before opening the door to the stairwell. “Come on!” she calls again. “Tomorrow night’s going to befantastic.”
Chris, James, and I can do nothing but stare as her curvy figure descends into the darkness, followed by Henry who’s busy on his cell calling his twin brother, I presume. Holy fuck. Is this really happening? But what can we do? Our sassy woman wants to engage in some weird shit, and I have to admit that I’m more than a little intrigued myself. A fucked-up religion where Tanya’s gang-banged by handsome identical twins? Well, if she wants to share her curves with Henry and Herbert Cutler … then I want to be there to see it go down.
11
Tanya
Itwirl around in the living room of my small apartment. The filmy fabric of my robe floats outwards in a silvery arc, barely concealing the lush curves beneath.
“Fuck,” Chris groans, already stroking his shaft. “Do you have panties on under that thing? Because you’re definitely not wearing a bra.”
“You’re beautiful,” James whispers worshipfully, unable to tear his eyes from the dark shadow between my thighs. “Delicious, honey.”
“You sure you don’t want to take that gown off right now?” Carl adds, his body hardening before my eyes. “It’ll save time.”
I giggle.
“You guys are so silly! We have to wait for Herbert and Henry to get here! We’re doing the ritual, remember?”
“Right. The engorgement ritual,” Carl rasps, shaking his head with disbelief. “I can’t believe we’re going through with this. He and his twin are such fucking crazies.”
“Don’t say that,” I mock-scold before sitting on the couch and crossing my legs. “Henry is hot! So what if he’s a little addled in the brain? That doesn’t mean that he can’t give some good lovin’.”
My three men growl with possession, and that’s what I adore about them. They worship my curves, but at the same time, they understand that a woman has needs too. After all, I’m the girl who was divorced by two different husbands for being “too slutty.” Given that fact, it’s practically expected that I jump at the opportunity to make love to handsome identical twins.
Besides, I dig this religion stuff. It’s not everyday that a hot guy shows up on your doorstep and says that you’re the embodiment of his dreams. Not only that, but Henry calls me “goddess,” “Queen,” and the “Holy Mother.” It’s gratifying, actually. I feel cherished, worshipped, and very inclined to accept any offerings the handsome male animals want to make.
But where are Henry and Herbert? The clock’s about to strike midnight, yet the twins haven’t shown up yet. Suddenly, the buzzer rings and I run over to the wall console. A grainy image shows Henry on the screen, his dark hair brushed back and his jaw locked tight. Nonetheless, I press the button and pretty soon, there’s a knock on the door.
“Hey,” I greet, sweeping open the front door. “There you are. Where’s your brother?”
Henry steps in, and I blink for a moment. He looks the same, with ebony locks, tanned skin, and piercing blue eyes. The broad shoulders are still there, as well as the narrow hips and long, powerful legs. But something’s off. I can feel it.
