My sensual criminals
Defending the goddess from wolves

"All right, listen," he says as he makes his way to the dais at the other end of the room. "No need to look at her like you've never seen a woman before."

"We've never seen one here, that's for sure," grunts one of the men, a huge, gruff Frenchman named Carson. We tend to use him for jobs that require heavy lifting rather than agility. He's loyal and reliable, a bit like a plow horse. But there's a dangerous glint in his black eyes that I don't like, and my brother has seen it too.

"That's because we've all been abiding by the rules, and I'm aware that bringing a woman with us is technically breaking them," Jack says in a soft tone. "But welcome to the new world order," he says in a harsh tone. "Everything changes, especially the rules that were made to be broken."

The men remain silent, but I can tell they have questions.

"So, can we bring women, too?" asks a whiny guy named Rayan.

I glare at him.

"No," is my brief reply.

"What...? "But he interrupts himself.

"No," I repeat. Rayan nods and bows his head, though he's not exactly happy. My muscles tense as adrenaline rushes through my veins. I realize I've closed my hand around Ariana's chubby little wrist with an iron grip. It's a natural reflex because I'm protecting my bounty, just in case the herd decides to turn on us. But so far, it seems to be going according to plan.

"Her name is Ariana, and you will all show her respect," Jack growls. "She helped us secure a large haul, and you owe her your loyalty. She will live with us from now on." He pauses before emphasizing with a menacing growl, "None of you will touch her."

"How do you expect us to behave like gentlemen when you bring such a beautiful woman among us?" whines Rayan to some murmurs of agreement. Jack's eyes flash dangerously. He glares at him from under his brow, and the room falls silent. At least Rayan has the decency to look somewhat frightened. I feel my blood boil as I squeeze Ariana's wrist tighter. An animal instinct has taken over me; it's a fierce urge to protect.

"Since you're such a fool, Rayan," I say menacingly, "let me make it easier for your little brain to comprehend. With great strides, I take three huge steps toward the dais, dragging Ariana with me. Somewhere on the fringes of my consciousness, I'm aware that I'm probably scaring her, but it has to be done. I'll explain it to her later. I'll make it up to her a thousand times over. I climb onto the dais next to Jack and drag Ariana roughly beside me.

"Here," I growl, spitting venom. "Take a good look at him, Rayan. All of you. Come on." The men exchange glances, unsure if this is safe or not. "I said look, "I say, as I roughly pull up her thin dress, exposing her thighs and pussy. She gasps, but does not resist. The men's eyes are drawn to her legs and then to those sweet lips, hidden behind the thin veil of her silk panties. "That's it," I continue. My hand possessively squeezes her thigh and then I bring it up to caress her pussy. To my surprise, Ariana is soaking wet - what? But I continue, rubbing her labia.

"This is ours. Take a good look at it because it's your only chance. You'll never see this sweetness again because it belongs to us." I hear my brother growl too; I don't even need to look at him. I reach my hand to Ariana's chest and fondle one of her huge breasts. But I recognize it's a gasp of excitement, not fear. Fuck, she's enjoying herself and, for some reason, that turns me on. "She's ours," I emphasize, squeezing her tits as I look at the men.

"Now that you've had a good look at her," Jack continues in a dangerously soft tone. "You won't have to go around wondering what she looks like. You've already seen her. You know she's ours. So hands off." I yank Ariana's clothes back into place and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her soft body tightly to me as she gasps.

"We're not monsters, of course," I add with a dangerous smile. "We are aware that this is not fair to you. Why is it that we can bring our girl here and you are forbidden the same act? First of all, things have changed slightly since we created the Robin Hood Foundation." Hearing this, I notice Ariana look at me curiously. "We have a cover now, and it's a good one. We can afford to bend the rules a little. Maybe."

"That is," Jack continues, "everything else being equal. But if someone wants to talk about bringing a girl into the safe house in the future, that's something we can put on the table. We'll have hearings every Sunday, as usual, and then you can state your case. We will talk about it. No promises, but the world is always changing, isn't it? And that includes us.

The room falls silent as the crew takes this in. Holy shit, women in the safehouse? It sounds crazy, but it makes a strange sort of sense. When guys pay for sex, they can get lazy. They can start talking, and develop loose lips after a hot session in bed. Wouldn't it be better for them to divulge their secrets to a woman who's in the house, rather than someone who works for god knows who?

The men nod their heads, trying to take in the novelty. My goodness. Women in the house. Meanwhile, I keep my eyes fixed on Rayan to see if there is any reason to distrust him. But he looks away from me, avoiding eye contact, which is a classic sign that he is accepting my dominance. Good.

"Well, then, gentlemen," Jack says in a soft tone. "Then we're done here."

In unison, we leave the dais, our arms around our little goddess. We walk through the main archway and head down the hallway to the master suite, where Jack and I live. We don't say a word. Ariana seems to know instinctively to save the questions for when we are alone. It's time too, because we've silenced our little goddess for too long, and she has a right to know, especially now that she's one of us, living among our men. It's time to let her in deep, and to reveal the dark secrets of the Redames twins. It's time to take our relationship to the next level.