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  "Good," the dark-haired one says with an edged chuckle. "I'm not sure I want to live in a world where a pussy like that would be with a knockout princess like you."

  I blush.

  I can't believe I'm blushing right now.

  "Let's go," the blond-haired one snaps, pulling me by the arm. I stumble again.

  "Where are we—"

  "The bedrooms are upstairs, yeah?"

  I freeze.

  A girl starts to cry, and one of the older men in the room starts to mutter the Lord's Prayer. But me? I don't know what to say, so I just nod, and swallow thickly.

  "Let's go then, Little Red," green-eyes purrs hungrily into my ear, making me shiver and making my skin flush with forbidden, horrible heat. He strokes the back of his warm hand against my hair and brushes my silky red cloak. I almost can't believe that I'm dressed like this when these two show up in freaking wolf masks.

  "It's time to give you your Halloween treat."

  3

  Remy

  She smells like fucking heaven and sin. Also like honey and lavender.

  Also, like pussy.

  Fucking hell, I swear I can smell her tight, wet little cunt from here.

  "Phones, motherfuckers!" Bishop roars, brandishing his gun and walking around the room with a paper bag. "No bullshit. Drop them all in this bag. I find one we missed, I start putting bullets in fucking heads. Understand?"

  I almost want to smile. None of these fucking people are going to fight us. They're like sheep, and we're the goddamn wolves. And sure enough, one by one, they all drop phones into the bags. Hell, some of them even make a point of showing Bishop they've dropped their second ones in as well.

  When he's made the the rounds, my buddy drops the bag to the ground and starts stomping with the heel of his boot. I can hear the smashing touch-screens and snapped cases, and when he's done, just for good measure, or maybe just to be an asshole, he drops the whole bag of broken phones into the fucking punchbowl.

  "No one leaves, is that understood?" he roars. The room is horrified and silent, but when he puts a bullet into the ceiling, they're all suddenly remembering how to nod and say yes.

  Good little scared sheep.

  Well, all except her.

  She's not scared. I mean, she should fucking be, but she's not. I turn my gaze to her, my hand tightening on the smooth skin of her arm as I pull her tight to me. She gasps quietly under her breath, but it's not quiet enough that I don't hear it.

  It's not quiet enough that it doesn't make my dick ache with need to make her gasp like that again for me.

  Multiple times.

  I pull her tighter to me, and when she whimpers this time, my cock lurches in my jeans.

  She's turned on. I growl lowly into her ear, letting my teeth graze over it. And when she moans quietly in response, I know I'm fucking right.

  This little princess tease is fucking dripping wet right now. In fact, I bet she's soaking her little sorority-girl panties right through — her sweet rich-girl cum dripping down her thighs and begging to be licked up. I can't wait to tear those panties the fuck off and run my tongue over every inch of her. And Bishop and I are fucking done denying ourselves.

  "The land lines have been cut," Bishop growls to the crowd of whimpering guests. That part's true.

  "And there are half a dozen men outside ready to shoot any motherfucker who's dumb enough to try and walk out of here without us. Is that understood?"

  Yeah, that part's not. There's no other guys here, just me and Bishop. But the rest of these pussies will never know that. Or by the time they do, we'll have already claimed the prize we came here to take.

  Her.

  By the time anyone here realizes we're bullshitting them, it'll be too late. By that time, we'll have already filled this little princess out so deep and so hard that she'll never know another cock besides ours.

  "This isn't over, people," my buddy mutters, his gun sweeping the room as I hold our slightly squirming prize tight to my hard body.

  "Me and my friend here, well, we're going to go upstairs and show Little Red here what big teeth we have. You all can stay here though."

  A girl sobs across the room, but we ignore it as the both of us turn to Annabella.

  "Let's go, sweetheart."

  Bishop strides over and grabs her other arm, and the two of us march right through the crowd and up the main stairs to the second floor.

  I make as far as the second landing before I lose the last of my control. She gasps as I slam her into the wall, and before she can make another sound, I crush my lips to hers.

  And I swear she moans.

  I swear I hear a little gasp and a little mewling sound as my tongue pushes between her lips and claims her mouth. My hands slide up her tight little body, pushing that red cape out of the way. I can hear Bishop groan at the sight of her black corset top, pushing those tits up until they're practically spilling out. And that slinky little red skirt that barely hides the real prize we're after is like a waving a crimson flag at a charging bull.

  Or two of them.

  My hands slide up to roughly cup her full tits, and I fucking swear she moans again.

  "Keep moaning like that for me, princess," I growl. "You're just making my cock harder by the second."

  She makes a move like she's trying to shove me away, but I push back, harder, pinning her to the wall.

  "Please!" She gasps as I pull away from the rough, heated kiss. My mouth moves down to her neck, and before she can take another breath or cry out again, Bishop's twisting her head to the side and tasting that sweet mouth for himself. I yank the corset apart, releasing her perfect, full tits. This time, she shrieks.

  We can hear the people downstairs crying out in horror, and a tight smile stretches across my lips.

  Fuck it, let them hear. In fact, I want them to. I want them to hear what happens when you're the elite, and take from those without over and over again, until there's nothing left to take.

  That is, until we take it back. And tonight that's why we're here. Tonight, Bishop and I are going to take it back.

  From her.

  …Every fucking inch of it.

  I know the money is what we're after. Or at least, that's what should be motivating us. This girl's father and the rest of her family will pay dearly for their sweet precious little angel back, even after we've had our fill of her.

  But we're after more than money. My cock — throbbing hard against her squirming, bucking thigh — is testament to that.

  I growl as my hands find her full, soft breasts. The dull throb in my balls — the aching need to empty themselves inside every part of her until my cum runs down her legs — roars even louder. My hands cup her breasts roughly, my fingers twisting and pinching her little pink nipples as she moans into Bishop's mouth.

  I drop one of my hands away, sliding it down her soft, exposed belly. I groan at the way she bucks back against my hand, and at the way her skin prickles into goosebumps as my hand slides lower. I move it between her legs, and she squirms viciously, screaming into Bishop's mouth and bucking against me. But like I said, we're both far stronger than her.

  I push her tiny little skirt up and my hand slides over the front of her little panties.

  And I growl.

  Fucking. Soaked.

  "You dirty little slut," I growl lowly, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans as I feel the slick heat from her tight little cunt against my palm. I stroke a finger over her pussy lips, making her shudder and whimper.

  "She's soaking fucking wet for us, Bishop," I mutter, my jaw tight as I let a second finger stroke across her sticky panties. Bishop groans as he pulls away from her mouth, his powerful arm keeping her pinned to the wall as he glances down. He pushes my hand away and feels for himself before he growls.

  "No shit."

  "Please!" she whispers.

  "Oh, you're going to have to beg harder than that," I say with a chuckle, pushing a finger under the edge of her panties and
feeling how fucking slick and wet her soft lips are.

  "Pleeeeease!" she yells.

  Someone sobs downstairs.

  "Louder," Bishop hisses.

  "PLEASE!"

  She screams it this time, and I can hear half the fucking crowd downstairs gasp in horror.

  "Better," I growl into her ear.

  My mouth drops to her creamy tits, and I suck a nipple inside. She shivers, her body tensing like I've struck her with lightning before she writhes against me. Bishop shoves her back into the wall and kisses her again, his hand stroking her sticky cunt through her panties.

  "Don't hurt me!" she screams again, bringing another horrified cry from downstairs.

  Good girl.

  She's doing this perfectly, whether she knows it or not. Let them all hear her down there when we claim our prize.

  I tear at the rest of the string ties of the corset, pushing it away and off her body. I tear the skirt away too, leaving her in just her black, thong panties, with little red hearts on them. My cock is rock hard, my cum leaking out of the swollen head and making a wet spot on the front of my jeans. I groan as I pull away, and before she can say another word, I start to shove her down.

  "On your knees, princess," I growl.

  She gasps, her eyes wide and round and a flush blooming in her cheeks.

  But she moves as the two of us ease her down, slowly dropping to her knees in front of us like a good girl. I quickly yank my belt apart, seeing Bishop do the same. I yank my zipper down and reach inside, and when I pull my thick, hard cock out, I grin as I watch her eyes go wide.

  I've been dreaming of her hot little mouth wrapped tight around my cock. And now, my patience is about to be rewarded.

  "Open that pretty mouth sweetheart."

  4

  Annabella

  Holy. Shit.

  The blond guy's cock is enormous — thick and throbbing, the head swollen and leaking cum as he strokes the shaft a few inches from my face. The other man, Bishop, pulls his out as well, and when I see that he's just as thick and just as huge as his friend, my heart skips a beat.

  And goddamnit, something heated throbs between my legs.

  I hate myself for it, because feeling that twinge of desire in this situation feels so wrong, and so horrible. But as much as I want to, there's no denying the heat that swells up inside of me as they close in, knowing I'm completely at their mercy.

  I shouldn't be turned on right now. I shouldn't feel this pull of raw need when the two of them force me to my knees in front of them.

  I whimper as the blond man's hand tangles and then tightens in my hair — the loss of my control and feeling his take over sending another thrill through me. He strokes his massive cock, and when a big drop of pearly white cum beads at the top and trickles down his thick shaft, I can't help but lick my lips.

  I. Can't. Help. It.

  And he sees it.

  "There's a good girl," he growls, his hand tightening in my hair. "Open that pretty mouth for me. Fuck you have no idea how long I've waited to feel those sweet lips wrapped around me."

  I whimper, and I shake my head, closing my mouth like a protest. His piercing, gorgeous blue eyes narrow down at me, and he growls. Suddenly, his hand slams against the wall behind me.

  The slamming sound and my gasp that follows brings a chorus of cries from the people downstairs and I cringe, knowing they can hear whats about to happen. All those people — all those people from school, and the sorority, and the academic board — all of them can hear what these two men are going to do with me.

  The thought makes my cheeks burn and blush horribly, and yet it also sends this forbidden, naughty thrill through me.

  The blond man moves closer, stroking his cock slowly. And this time, I open my mouth.

  I whimper as his thick head pushes between my lips. He's so hard, and hot, and his cock twitches against my tongue as it glides into my mouth. He growls, his fingers loosening and then stroking my hair as I swirl my tongue around his thick head.

  Bishop, the dark-haired guy with the piercing green eyes and swarthy jaw, groans and steps closer. He strokes his cock, his eyes locking with mine as his friend slowly pumps his own cock in and out of my lips. He growls, and when he pushes the thick head of his fat cock against my hollowed cheek, there's no denying the thrill that simmers through me.

  The horrible, terrible thrill of desire.

  It's so wrong, and I'm sure there's something wrong with me for getting so damn turned on by this, but I can't hold back. Bishop grunts as his hand slides up and down his bulging shaft, and a little slickness from the head traces over my cheek.

  "Remy," he growls under his breath. The blond guy groans. His fist tightens in my hair and his hips push his cock head deep into my throat before he pulls out with a low whistle.

  "Your turn," he growls, moving to the side and letting his dangerous and gorgeous looking friend move in.

  Bishop is rougher, and I whimper as he pulls my hair into a ponytail, holds it in his fist, and pulls my mouth down over his cock. He hisses as his cock throbs deep into my throat, and when he reaches down and twists one of my nipples in his fingers, I can't help but moan lowly around his big dick.

  "There’s a good girl," he hisses, pulling his cock out and then sliding it back deep into my mouth. His fingers twist my nipple just enough to make me gasp and moan, and the horrible aching heat between my legs only burns hotter.

  Remy moves closer, stroking his cock and reaching down to play with my other nipple.

  "Suck his cock, baby," he groans, and my face flushes red as I realize he's definitely said it loud enough for all of the people downstairs to hear.

  "Slurp on that fat cock. And I want to hear you moan for it."

  I whimper around the thick shaft stretching my mouth wide. I look up, trembling heatedly under Bishop's fierce gaze. I can taste his salty sweet pre-cum spilling onto my tongue, and when Remy pushes forward and strokes against my cheek, I whimper again.

  I pull off Bishop and move back to Remy, and this time, I'm swallowing him deep on my own accord. Part of me wonders if they'll let me go if I make them come. If I can make them come like this, right here, maybe they'll bring me back downstairs and then move on, or leave. But when I look up, I can see them grinning down at me.

  "No," Bishop says slowly, smiling and shaking his head as if completely reading my thoughts. "You can suck our cocks as good as you want and even make us come as hard as you want, but we'll never be through with you, princess. Not ever."

  "My—" I whimper as I pull back, swallowing thickly. "My father—"

  "Oh, we know who your father is, baby," Remy grunts loudly. "Trust us."

  “Wait!” I gasp loudly, biting my lip and looking up at them with begging eyes. "Please, he'll give you—"

  "Oh he's already giving us what we want, trust us," he growls, chuckling. His hand tightens around his pulsing cock, and he strokes it as he moves close again.

  "Open your mouth, beautiful."

  He strokes himself, and when I open my mouth, he lifts his cock up and presses his heavy balls against my lips. I whimper, my tongue darting out to lick at them, and when he groans deeply, I know I'm doing it right. I suck one gently inside, and when Bishop hisses and moves close, I can feel his heavy sack against my lips as well. I whimper, totally submitting to these two dangerous, crude men — sucking and licking their cum-filled balls as they stroke their big, thick cocks against my cheeks.

  It's so filthy, and so submissive, and I'm ashamed to realize how much it makes me feel alive. Submitting to these two powerful, dominant, rough men makes me feel things I never have. It’s like the lightning-bolt spark to my dull, planned life that I've been waiting for.

  Slowly, they both pull away, panting heavily. Their eyes pierce right into me, like I'm prey and they can't wait to devour me. The two men yank their shirts off, revealing grooved, hardened bodies covered with tattoos, with tight, rippling muscles. They pull me up, and I gasp as Bishop kisses
me fiercely. Remy presses into my side, his warm skin hot against mine. He pulls me roughly away from Bishop, and before I can even suck in a gasp of air, he's kissing me — his tongue pushing roughly inside and claiming my own.

  I fall against two thick, muscled, chiseled torsos, my hands pressed tight against hard-packed muscles and gorgeous arms.

  "I could come all over those pretty lips baby," Remy growls. "I could fill that sweet, hot little mouth of yours with every drop of my cum. And I think I just might, later," he groans into my ear, making me shiver and moan.

  "But there's so much more of you to take first. And believe me when I say the two us will be taking everything tonight."

  "Wait, I—"

  He chuckles darkly. "No more waiting, baby girl. You have no idea how long we've been waiting. And tonight, we're collecting."

  I gasp as Bishop's arm circles my waist, pulling me along with him towards the door at the end of the hallway.

  A bedroom.

  "Trick or treat, princess," he growls into my ear as he pulls me through the doorway and yanks me against him. I gasp as I fall into his chest, my hands against his rippled abs as he holds me tight. I can feel his big, fat cock throbbing hot against my belly, his sticky cum leaking over my skin. Remy moves behind me, and I whimper submissively as he grabs me tightly as well, his cock pulsing against the cleft of my ass.

  "Trick or treat, trick or treat," Remy growls into my ear from behind. "Time to give us something sweet to eat."

  5

  Bishop

  "Leave the door open," I growl at Remy.

  He shrugs, grinning. "Obviously."

  I know it's part of the plan. I know we both want them downstairs to hear when we give this gorgeous little tease every inch of our cocks. Again, it's part of the plan.

  But part of me — a big part of me — fucking hates they they can hear this. Not because I'm shy, trust me. But because Annabella is ours and ours only, and that includes her moans and her sounds of pleasure. Those sweet little gasps are for our ears only, even if I know we need them to hear it downstairs.