Then sometimes, although rare, there's more than one psychopath in the family. That’s the subject I plan on doing my doctoral thesis on, something in our DNA has got to be tainted.
I’m not looking forward to the day she finds out that we’re killers, but I don’t believe she’ll think that we’re monsters. As our relationship grows there’s no way we’ll be able to hide our secrets from her.
We didn't choose to be this way, our DNA chose it for us. We've had to embrace it, and turn it into something we could live with.
I don’t like thinking of us as serial killers. We’re vigilantes. We deliver justice, to the oppressed, to the ones who may never receive it through legal means.
Gunner's head is a clusterfuck of insecurities when it comes to Presley, but I call his way of thinking bullshit. She will understand, and it won't change the fact that she cares about us.
She needs our protection, and she’ll have it forever. Like a magnet, our depravity is drawn to her innocence. She's a lamb in a sea of monsters, but we'll never let anyone hurt her.
Growing up, she lacked stability, but we aim to change that. We're going to give her everything she's never had. We'll make sure that every part of her is taken care of, she's too important for us to fuck this up.
She doesn't understand just how deep our obsession runs when it comes to her, we would turn this world upside down if it would make her happy.
She's going to be pissed when she realizes how bad I hurt Leo tonight. Choosing violence was easy enough, he had been warned.
While I hate when she's mad at me, I love seeing her angry. Her face flushes, and her tits bounce up and down fromher erratic breathing. She becomes a masterpiece that would rival even the most skilled artist.
There's just something about her that has always driven me to the brink of insanity. Gunner is the only other man that can touch her, but unless somebody wants to lose a hand, an eye, or their life, they better not try.
If we do our part, and turn her lust for us into obsession then nothing will ever be able to tear us apart.
My brother and I have shared girls before, but never anyone we wanted more than a few weeks with. She’s different, I don't know where this will end, all I know is I don't want it to stop.
Our dad knows everything, but Theodora does not. She can be dramatic at the best of times, but I think she'll come around in the end. If she poses a threat we'll handle it like we always do if the time comes. I do like her, and I’d hate for her to become a problem.
Sighing, she places her hair over her shoulder, and her addictive scent permeates throughout my truck. She doesn’t even know how good she smells.
My cock aches to be back inside of her. If I could capture her essence in a bottle, I would, and I'd never wear another fragrance for as long as I lived.
My hand rests on her thigh. She's trying so hard not to squeeze her legs together to create more friction.Good fucking girl.
Inch by inch my fingers casually make their way up her silky skin. I need this, I need her. She’s at my mercy, which is right where I want her to be.
What scares me the most is that she could survive without us, but if the tables were turned, we’d die a lonely death if she left us.
Presley sighs under my skilled touch. Like a moth to an unstoppable flame, my fingers lightly dusther core.Fuck.
Her little sounds of contentment are bound to drive me even more crazy than I already am. She's a wildflower begging to be plucked. "You're so wet for me, Pres, but it's Gunner's turn."
Thrusting into my fingers, she whines. "But can't I have both of you?"
I smile. "Shushhh baby, I can't wait to taste you, but we have to be patient okay?"
She nods her head slowly. "Soon?"
"Yes, so soon," I whisper softly.
Removing my hand, I lick my fingers clean. She doesn't understand, I may die if I don't get the chance to feast on her sweet pussy within the next couple of hours.
Once we’ve both fucked her, then it's only fair that we give her everything she deserves. They'll be lots of sex, but we need to take her out on dates also. We have to do all the shit girls like in order to make her feel as special as she truly is.
She'll be my Princess, and Gunners Little Lamb. He let his nickname for her slip one time in front of me. I gave him shit about it, but I do understand it.
Our feelings for her are more than just physical, that reality doesn't stop the testosterone surge through my veins that just being around her gives me though. I'm so turned on right now that my dick is threatening to burst through my jeans.
She lightly touches my arm as we pull into the driveway. "Gunner's home?"
