Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I stare.
“They did refer to me as “Goddess” and “Queen,” if that’s what you’re talking about.”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Hoover says. “Don’t fall for it. They’re snake oil salesmen intent on gangbanging as many pretty young girls as they can. Say no. You don’t have to do this.”
“Wait, they’ve done this before?” I ask slowly. “There are other girls? What do you mean?”
Hoover shrugs.
“My brothers have been at it for at least a decade, if not two. They’ve always had a taste for sharing women, and this is their M.O. Hey, I get it, because I’m into pretty ladies too. Who doesn’t enjoy giving a young girl her first taste of getting all three holes plugged at once? Especially when she’s lush, curvy, and loving it. But yeah, the Order of the Raptor is just the latest incarnation of their con game. I’m sorry, honey. You’ve been had. Hopefully, I intervened before things got too fucked up.”
“Yeah, but why would your brothers even go to such lengths to get into a young girl’s pants?” James growls, shooting daggers at Hoover. “I mean, they’re good-looking guys. It should be easy for them to reel one in.”
Hoover shrugs.
“Who knows? They’re addled in the head, like I said. Have been since they were kids.”
I’m just about to ask more questions, when suddenly the door bursts open and who stands there in my apartment but two life-size copies of Hoover. It must be Herbert and Henry! The twins are carbon copies of their triplet, and they’re radiating fury as they stare at Hoover.
“You!” Henry shouts.
“What’s your problem?” Herbert demands, a vein pulsing in his temple with rage. “Why do you always have to get mixed up in our business?”
Hoover rolls his eyes.
“Because I hate seeing you scam other people. What’s with the fake religion bullshit? Don’t you guys ever get enough? Although I have to say that I’m impressed with this Order of the Raptor crap. Very elaborate. You guys have been working this one for a long time, haven’t you?”
Harsh streaks decorate the twins’ high cheekbones as they advance menacingly on their brother.
“The Order of the Raptor is real,” Henry spits, his fists curled tight. “Shut your trap.”
“We have located the Goddess after many years of going without,” Herbert rasps, stalking towards his triplet with fury blazing from those blue eyes. “You will be made to pay.”
The testosterone is so high in the room that I feel lightheaded. But I know I have to do something because I can’t have an all-out brawl going on in my living room! My combination living-dining area is only about four hundred square feet, and these men are going to destroy everything.
“Okay, okay,” I step in. “Let’s not go crazy here.”
All six men stare at me then, their heads whipping around to take in my curvy form.
“Hey, I’m just trying to keep the peace,” I say, holding both hands up. “That, and the fact that I don’t want my apartment trashed. I just re-upholstered my couch last year, and you guys look like you’re fit to shred it to pieces.”
The six men goggle at me, their jaws practically dropping to the ground. I merely giggle.
“Besides, I’m the Queen Goddess, right? I want to assert my authority, and before you start fighting over the veracity of my position, I’m going to show you why I’m the Queen Goddess, and why the Order of the Raptor is for real. Follow me,” I say in a sassy tone before picking up the hem of my gown and slipping my feet into sparkly high heels. “It’s time for the ceremony to begin, and I’ll prove to you that this religion is worth it – for everyone involved.”
Then, I prance up the stairs to the rooftop, the men grumbling and muttering in my wake. When I step out onto the terrace, the moon casts a gilded glow over the setting. Outdoor furniture melts into a silvery haze, and the sparkle of the New York skyline winks and blinks in the darkness. A cool breeze touches my cheeks, and I inhale with anticipation as the vee between my thighs moistens. Sensing, rather than hearing, the rustle of leaves from the great scotch oak, I know that our resident raptor is there – watching, waiting, and anticipating the debauchery to come.
12
Tanya
“Come on up, gentlemen,” I hum as the men step onto the terrace. Even in the moonlight, I can tell that their expressions are alternately confused, curious, and dismayed. “Carl, there’s no reason to look like that,” I whisper. “I’m fine!”
He shakes his head, eyeing the triplets.
“Seriously, honey, this has gotten out of control. We don’t know these folks, and you don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, but I want to do this,” I stress. “This is an opportunity and besides, I kind of like being the center of attention.” Then, I rise to my tiptoes and press a soft kiss to his sculpted cheek. “I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry. Just take a seat because the action’s starting.”