My sensual criminals
The whole truth

JACK

It was a close call. When Rayan started talking bullshit, I had to restrain myself from snapping at him. I knew that if I resorted to violence, the case would be lost. But I also knew that being a true alpha male meant replaceing new solutions and thinking outside the box. That's what we did, but even so, I was half expecting a riot. Thank God it didn't happen.

James' brilliant idea to expose Ariana was a good one. It sounds bad, and believe me, I didn't want to do it. Who wants to share the woman they love, especially with the ragtag bunch we run with?

But now that you've seen her pussy and tits, you know how delicious she is, which is exactly why you can't touch. Sometimes, it pays to reveal the good stuff so they know she's out of their reach. Men know she belongs to us, and we've made our point with that little show.

But one thought is on my mind. Oddly enough, I think Ariana appreciated our brand of possession. I could smell her pheromones, and she enjoyed showing off her pussy and tits. Holy cow. Her animal instincts are something I've always loved more than anything. That, and the fact that she is such a lustful, loving, hypersexual creature that she needs both James and me to satisfy herself. It still amazes me that we stumbled upon this while working.

Finally, we are alone in the room and Ariana turns to us. She looks absolutely gorgeous, with those huge breasts heaving as her lips parted in a half smile.

"That was amazing," she murmurs. "I had no idea you were so dominant."

Oh, yes, this is the girl we adore. I grab her around the waist and pull her roughly to me, pressing her against me so that her tits are squashed against my torso. I look up at her flushed face. Her big eyes look up at me with half-open lips. I know that look. She wants it, and she wants it with all her might. My cock shudders against her leg, I lean down and imprison her lips with mine as she lets out a little moan.

"So you like it, do you?" my brother growls from the other side. He already has a hand between her thighs, and she squirms and mewls as he strokes her nub.

"Yes," she admits, throwing her head back to show the smooth white line of her throat. "It was very exciting to see you in your element."

I smile, but a grimace replaces my smile.

"We need to talk, sweetheart. And it's best to do it sooner rather than later."

Her eyes slowly widen.

"Now?" she asks whimpering. "But why? Things were just getting fun."

"Yeah bro," James adds. "Seriously, we were just getting started."

But I stand my ground.

"No, we have to do this now, while Ariana is new to life. I don't want to go any further without her knowing everything."

Suddenly, my little girl smiles at me. She's clearly excited, but there's also an element of mischief in her eyes.

"Actually," she says in a playful tone. "There's something I need to talk to you about, too."

I cross my arms, impatient.

"Okay, sweetie. But let us go first, okay? And then, I swear, you'll have time to talk all you want." I want this to be over. I want everything to come out in the open so we can live together in peace. There's no need to keep secrets anymore now that we're in the safe house.

Taking a deep breath, my brother carries Ariana over to the bed and we sit on either side of her curves.

"First things first," James begins, his blue eyes suddenly serious. "Now that you've seen the place and the men we live with, you can fully commit. This is your last chance to back out, and there's no harm, no foul if you choose to do so, sweetheart," he says, his eyes sparkling. Ariana stares at him, caught by his intensity. "But we want to ask you officially, now that you've seen the safe house. Ariana, will you commit to living with us?".

He looks from James to me and back again, his eyes sparkle and his full lips form a dazzling smile.

"Yes, James. Yes, Jack," he says huskily. He reaches across each of our laps, where we each shake a plump hand. "I pledge to live here with you."

"Even if the men we live with are criminals? Literal criminals? Even if our lair is underground, buried next to the New York sewer?" I growl.

"Yes," he nods with a small laugh. "Those men respect you. They won't hurt me, especially after that display of machismo earlier," he laughs. "Besides, I can't smell the sewer, so whatever you've done, you've done well. We'll have to get rid of the rats, though. They give me the creeps," he says with a shudder.

James and I nod, satisfied. Ariana is right. The men won't touch a hair on her head because they know that, if they do, it will mean her death. She's safe here, probably safer than she's ever been.

"Well, we're glad you approve because when we created this space, we had you in mind," I say. "But rats in New York are a problem. The city spends millions every year trying to eradicate the rodents, but somehow, they always come back." "I know, right?" asks Ariana with another shudder. "They're nefarious and they're everywhere. There are no vermin here, are there?" she asks, taking a quick glance around the room.

"Not that we know of, no," I laugh. "But seriously honey, is there anything other than rats holding you back? Because you know James and I are both men who claim. And once you commit, we'll never let you get away." His eyes go soft then as he smiles, squeezing our hands.

"Yes, of course I'm committed to you, Jack and James. You took me out of a life I hated and gave me something so much better. Yourselves."

Those are the words we needed to hear, and with growls, we rushed forward to claim his lips.

"You mean a lot to us, sweetheart," my brother snores.

"More than that," I add. "You mean everything to us, Ariana."

Our lips entwine with passionate intensity for a few minutes before I pull away.

"One more thing," I tell her.

"What one thing?" he asks, already approaching me again with a hungry look.

"Where do you think we are," I growl, glaring at her. Ariana looks back and forth at us, curious, waiting for us to follow.

"What do you mean?" she asks. "I thought we were underground, by the sewers - with the rats and all?".

Jack and I exchange glances, wondering how to say it, or at least which part to reveal first.

"Well, let's put it this way," I continue softly. "Where do you think we are geographically, in terms of North, South, East and West? Or better yet, where are we according to the city grid?". Ariana is totally confused.

"I don't know," she smiles. "Near Central Park? That's where we entered the long tunnel, isn't it? So, somewhere nearby?"

She's smart and my heart swells.

"Actually, you're right," I say with a half-smile. "We're a lot closer to your old home than you think." She falls silent.

"How close?" she whispers.

"We're... well," James tries, looking a little embarrassed. "Actually, we're next door to your old house." Ariana's eyes light up in amazement.

"What?" she exclaims. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, princess," I tell her. "I'm sorry I made you walk through that tunnel like that. We had to do it because we had just left a crime scene and couldn't come straight here. It was too much to explain at the time." She looks at us again, incredulous.

"Wait. So," she stumbles, trying to comprehend, "you two lived next door to me all this time?"

"No," James and I hasten to say.

"This hasn't always been our safe house," James continues. "In fact, we only moved here three months ago, after that last time, when we told you all about us and you. well, you were reluctant." She nods.

"Yes, but how did you get here? I guess we're under Central Park, right next to my old building."

I nod.

"Yes, there's an old tunnel system. They were going to put a subway line here a while ago, but those plans fell by the wayside when they ran out of money. After that, we took over. We dug some more in the ground and started building, all without the knowledge of the Transit Authority. And this is what you have," I say, pointing to the walls around us.

She gawks.

"Is that how you've been watching me?" she asks, a smile creeping onto her face. "But how? We're underground." I smile.

"Sometimes we come out now and then to look out your window. Like Cyrano de Bergerac."

She just shakes her head.

"Wow. I never would have guessed that."

Then I get serious.

"I know, honey. No one would guess, which is why this place is perfect. We're right next to a bunch of museums, as well as a bunch of rich people who are never home. Can you believe it? New York is full of people traveling all the time, leaving their artwork and jewelry unattended. It's mind-boggling."

Ariana shakes her head, too.

"I know. A lot of our neighbors are never home because they're in St. Tropez or Gstaad. But still, I never would have guessed your home base was right here," she says with wide eyes. "Who would have guessed?"

My brother and I can't help but laugh at his amazement, but then we turn serious again.

"Yeah, we're glad your neighbors are going away a lot because we certainly don't want them to see your little displays, honey. We don't want anyone but us to catch a glimpse of that goodness."

Her cheeks redden.

"Of course not," she breathes. "That was for your eyes only."

I nod earnestly.