The deep violet color still very prominent, watching as his lips lowered to the discoloration. With shaking hand I tried to control my wine glass from falling. No sooner was it taken away from me, making a clink sound as it was placed on the counter. My head turned seeing the other, brushing the other side of the silk shoulder off. Taking my hair smelling it, leaning to my normal shoulder kissing all over. Gulping as between the two I felt both extreme pleasure and violation.

    Blushing when the twin in the front moves lower, as his brother pulls the robe down my back. Quietly gasping for another breath when light hands start in on my thighs. Both doing things I didn’t know were possible, this never happens to me. Being that I have never been normal, my brain starts screaming.

Danger…..danger…..danger…..

My eyes snap open, as I shifted to the side hitting the table. They look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Pulling the robe back over my body, tightening it way more then my stomach can handle, I shaking my head nervously.

    “Look, seducing me isn’t going to get you anywhere. I don’t plan on telling my father, about the fight. So lets just leave it at that.” Huffing a little, annoyed that they were still having an effect on me. Their bodies turned to face me, all the muscle glowing in its perfection. Gulping as I caught the dark eyes, piercing back into my greens.
    “You should leave” Heading for the door. Grabbing the knob, I swing it open like there’s a damn fire in my house. Pointing like the owner of two bad dogs, I wait. Looking at one another, before back at me.

    “Well get going. I have things to do.” Their bodies heating a path of destruction threw my soul. Looking over their shoulders, as I start closing the door.
    “Ohh an be at the gym by 8am.” Closing the door locking it twice. Sighing heavily as I feel the heat leaving slowly. My heart beat going a mile a minute, reminding me it might sound like a scared mouse who just fought off two king cobras. Returning to my now cold food, my appetite is gone anyways. Watching the rest of the fight, before heading off to bed.



~Twins~


With the way things are now, their going to have to move. No gym is even coming close to what their looking for. With one coach after another, Owen and Van are more then bored. A friend of theirs had mentioned a new gym a few blocks, from where they live. It was kept low key, do to the now famous owner who just opened it. Tom Butler the best fighter on record, for never loosing a fight.

    His world reendowed skills setting goals for fighters everywhere. As if knowing this was their big break, the twins grinned wildly at each other. They had called, even set up a meeting with the man himself. Only to find out he was booked for the season, however that never stops the Canning brothers. With this man its like pulling teeth, getting even a little was mind bending. Tom Butler grunts, and with a sigh he tells them he has only one option for them. With open ears they hear him out.  His proposal is they train with his daughter, Riae. Frowning at the idea of a female even being more then a card holder, the twin huff.

    But Tom is a good coach, leading many to victories for longer then their contracts were intended. With the idea that if they could stick it out a while with the little princess, they could snag a spot with Tom getting them the title they so wanted. Agreeing they set up to come meet the little chick tomorrow. Leaving the gym, they pass right by the closed office door of  none other then Riae Butler. Chuckling as they already know she’s going to snap, at the sight of them.

    Showing up the next day, later then they would of normally liked. There needs to be some rules, the twins don’t take orders from anyone. And little princess needs to learn that now, not later. Smiling at each other as they climb the stairs, ready to knock her on her pampered little ass. Owen goes to knock when the door magically opens before he gets the chance. Quickly glancing at his brother who is also just as surprised, by the long legged beauty. They take in her appearance, chocolate hair is pulled into a semi wet bun. Deep green in set eyes, giving her a warm feeling.

    The light shade of pink on her lips, making them shimmer with the over head lights. Trailing down to the full breasts, ready to be man handled. A thin waist and long legs, with the urge to see the rest of her, they stair. Noticing the cut above her eye, and the light bruising. Mentally thinking she’s a bit of a scrapper, they keep silent. Her body turns revealing an even better sight, as the jeans she’s wearing should have been painted on. The light air sounds she makes, as she pulls her tie out dropping thick wet ringlets.

    The softness in her voice as she tries to get them to talk. Mentally laughing with one another, as they had planned on making her squirm. She probably thinks their her meal ticket into the big leagues. With a few huffs she tries again to get them to speak. Revealing something of themselves, but they hold strong.

    “You two must be Owen and Van?” Looking from on to the other. No answer as they try not to even make a facial expression. Rolling her eyes she sighs, making them smile inside. They got her.
    “Okay well if you two are done fucking with me, you can leave”  Snapping out venom pointing at the closed door. Blinking at one another, they can’t believe someone just spoke to them like that. She’s back to playing on her computer, ignoring them completely. Owen is the first to speak, calling her Feisty while Van agrees. Going for intimidation they lean closer to her, its working as she tries to put distance between herself and them. Knowing this one always works, they get shut down before even getting a shot when the door knocks.

    They know all to well of her father’s temper, and it’s the last thing they want on their backs. Getting up she opens the door, revealing the one man who can do some real damage to them. Butler is checking up on his daughter, which means he’s worried about the twins giving her shit. As well he should, they thought looking over at him. With him gone she speaks again, knowing they can indeed talk.

    “Since your new to my cliental, I need to see you fight” Pushing the door all the way open. Standing up, they knew this was going to happen. It’s the same at every gym, the new coach wants to see what their made of. It was pointless to do the same thing over and over again, the twins hated repetition. Ready to just work out down stairs, Owen spits venom at her.
    “Waste of time” Taking another step, her back lash hitting hard.

    “Pussies” Rolling the word right off her tongue, like she knew them well enough to say such a word. Having to much pride to let even the greatest fighters daughter call them such a name, Van growls at her. Huffing like a woman would, she waves them off as if they are no more worth her time then a wet blanket.

Looking at each other, they aren’t letting this slide. Following after, they round a corner showing off the ring. Two males are following Riae around like pups, but she’s giving them nothing. Then as if she grew a tail and horns, she starts talking to the men while looking directly at the twin. Frowning they know she’s up to no good, when one male heads their way. Challenging them of the right to take her out.

    Annoyed as all hell, cause she’s using them to get out of a date they have no choice, but to except. Never turning down a fight since first grade. Dropping their cover ups, showing tattoos worthy of any good fighter. Owen takes the first round, liking the look of the guy she called Travis. She makes a note to tell them when she says stop, they needed to listen. Calling the fight to start, they begin. Owen taking the lead, backing Travis right up against the corner. Never letting him get a shot out, never mind getting away.

    Something was fueling Owen, making him want this Travis fellow to stay away from Riae. Punch after punch he takes to the sides and front. Riae yells out to stop, but he’s in his game. Yelling it again, while slamming the floor he’s still not stopping. Something happened Owen felt hands on his arm, and his instincts took over. Swinging out, he had to cross his other arm over lowering the blow. Making contact with the small object, his eyes widen at the sight of her with his fist in her shoulder.

Someone yelled her name, as he stood there worried everything was over. When the father found out he hit his only daughter, not only were they never going to get trained, but he would literally kick their asses around the yard. His mind went blank and for a second he thought he heard the wind whistling, till the cracking sound of a fist making contact with his jaw woke him up. The little vixen just punched him in the face. Growling out, cause she could of broken her hand, she yells out in frustration.

    “Moron’s” Turning on her heels, grabbing the rope before walking off. The other man running after her, before soon coming back to help his buddy. Standing next to Van, Owen feels sick.

He’s never hit a woman before, and never ever wanted to. Well maybe he’s spanked a few woman when he’s railing them, but that foreplay not raw fighting. Gulping they walk around seeing her grabbing a bag of ice, before glaring at the both of them. She leaves without so much as a fuck you, or a wait till my father hears about this.
    Feeling sicker when they try to find her, without so much as a whiff of her sweet perfume they sit in the park.

    “Were screwed” Owen says face to palm. Van sighs leaning his head to the back of the bench. There isn’t much to talk about, either she’ll tell which is most likely what will happen. Or by the grace of god she’ll keep quiet. Something makes them want to leave, heading back to the gym to see if they can salvage any part of this horrible day. When her figure walks out of a tattoo shop, and waves good bye to another girl. Looking at one another, they know they need to talk to her. Following a few feet behind, waiting to see where she goes.

Climbing the stairs to a top floor apartment, they are confused. Why is the daughter of a very well known fighter, letting his her live in an apartment. Nodding to each other, they head up the stairs. Sighing Owen doesn’t want to ask her to not talk, it feels like begging and he doesn’t do begging. Knocking on the door, they hear shuffling along with the tv. With a few inches of door open they see her, wearing something that barley covers knees.

    “What do you want?” Feeling the heat off her breath, as she’s far from forgotten what happened.
    “Can we come in?” Van asks, knowing Owen can’t seem to get his words. The door closes, and for a few seconds they think she’ll just ignore them and walk away. Then the door opens, and she walks away allowing them in. Stepping into the small place, they close the door; keeping their eyes open. Pictures of family and friends, along with pictures of her with her father. The tv has a fight and it catches them off guard, perhaps she’s more into the sport then they thought.