Tyrant Twins: A Dark Twin Romance

by Isabella Starling

  He advances and backs me up against the wall. My back slams against the brick, and my twin is in my face, screaming at me.

  “You fucker,” my brother murmurs against my ear as I find myself on the floor with Parker holding my throat. “You stupid fucker.”

  15

  Parker

  June's mini-me won't leave me the fuck alone.

  Dove, the girl we went out to Pulse with, has been texting me incessantly. I've found out more about her since that night—like that she's a socialite with stupidly rich parents who don't give a shit that she's only nineteen and hanging out in clubs downtown every night.

  Dove's obsessed with June Wildfox. She has the same hair, same clothes, and even wears the same signature shade of lipstick—Angel Pink. I've stolen a few tubes of it from my stepsister's closet, so I should know. Dove also won't stop texting, calling, and trying to get in touch with me. The girl's like a fucking STD. But one night, she rings my cell so many times, I finally pick up, not caring about offending her.

  "Listen here, you little bitch," I hiss into my phone. "I don't know what possessed my little sis to give you this number, but—"

  "Parker!" She sounds so delighted I groan. "You finally picked up!"

  "Yeah, I did," I bite out. "To tell you to leave me the fuck alone. You're blowing up my phone. Would you just fucking give up already?"

  "Give up?" She giggles. "I'm not giving up on us, Parker. I like you. Like, really like you."

  "You don't fucking say," I groan. "Seriously, Dove, you need to get a grip. I'm not fucking interested."

  "You sure about that?"

  "Yes," I hiss just as the doorbell to our apartment rings. Weird. Someone's already at the door? Usually I have to buzz them through. "Ugh, give me a minute."

  "Of course," she replies in a sugary sweet voice. I pick myself up from the couch and head to the door. I open it, and my jaw nearly falls to the floor when I see Dove on the doorstep, grinning like a crazy person and holding her phone up to her ear. "Hi, Parker."

  She cuts the call and pockets the phone in a pair of impossibly tight designer jeans that make her ass look fucking delectable—even I have to admit that.

  "What the hell are you doing here?" I demand.

  "Got your address from June," she says innocently. "She thought you'd be excited to see me."

  "Did she? Did you also tell her you're a little fucking stalker?" She bats her lashes at me. I should tell her to go the fuck home, but something about those jeans and the needy, thirsty expression she's wearing makes me step aside and point at the living room. "Get the fuck in."

  Elated, she follows me into the apartment and plops down on the couch. Kade hasn't been home since yesterday, and while I know I should resist Dove, she's the one who walked straight into the hornet's nest, and I'm fucking done resisting her charms. If she wants me so badly, she can have me... the good and the bad.

  "Take your clothes off," I say once the door is locked. "Now."

  "Already?"

  "Don't pretend that's not what you came here for," I hiss. "Off. Now. Leave your underwear on. Fold the rest and put them on the couch. Then wait for me on your knees."

  "Where are you going?"

  "Just do it," I demand as I head to the kitchen. I rummage through the drawers while she strips down and slide something in my pocket. Then I approach her again. For all her faults, at least Dove can fucking listen. She's kneeling in front of the couch, her clothes in a neat pile on the floor beside her. She's wearing lingerie, something ridiculously pink and frilly. "You always wear underwear that makes you look sixteen?"

  She pouts, obviously offended by my words, but I don't give a shit. Instead, I kneel next to her, tipping her chin back gently. She looks deep into my eyes, hoping for some romance story I'm not going to give her. Instead, I pull a large kitchen knife from the back of my jeans. I take off the security cover and the steel glints in the dying sunlight pouring through the window.

  "See this?" I ask her softly. "Look at it. Watch how the light ricochets off it."

  She follows my gaze to the knife, mesmerized by the sight. "Are you going to hurt me?"

  I don't answer her. Instead, I grab the front of her bra and pull her toward me, staring into her impossibly pretty, doll-like face. "Why did you come here if not to be hurt? You know what I like, don't you, Dove? You remember our first time. And you still came here... You came even though you knew I was going to hurt you."

  She swallows thickly as I put the knife to fabric and slice through the silly pink frills with one movement. I'm not too careful, because I don't need to be, and the knife nicks her, making her cry out.

  "Shut up," I tell her, but my tone is gentle as I reach between her little tits and smear her blood on my fingertips. "You like it. You came here for this. You love getting hurt almost as much as I fucking love hurting you, don't you, you horny little bitch?"

  She doesn't answer, just stares at me with her eyes wide and hopeful. As if she's still fucking naïve enough to think this will end well for her.

  "Don't say I didn't warn you," I go on. "Last chance to leave, little bird. Door's right fucking there."

  Her eyes follow my gesture to the front door, and I watch her contemplate her options. Then she gives a barely perceptible shake of her head, and I smirk at her pretty face. She had her chance, but now it's fucking gone, and things are about to get really fucking dark. I've been holding in my urges. Ignoring them. But now it's time to show Dove what happens to pretty girls like her who are just fucking dying to be somebody's victim. I'm more than willing to hurt her. To abuse her. After all, that's why she came here. So I'd give her what no other man in her life could.

  I take the knife again and order her to lie down on the floor. The stupid bitch actually does it, spreading her legs for good measure. I grab her panties, snapping the elastic against her skin.

  "We have to get rid of these too, don't we?" I ask softly, toying with the knife against her skin. The little cut I gave her is bleeding so prettily, making me so fucking hungry for more. Dove's eyes are feverish, hoping I'll give her more and at the same time scared of it. But I'm nowhere near done yet... The torture's only just begun. "Beg me to slice them off."

  "Take them off," she whispers.

  "That's not what I fucking asked for, now is it?" My voice is sugary sweet as I toy with the knife against her skin. She gasps when I cut her again. The knife is sharp, but I'm careful enough so she doesn't run off. Not yet. Not until I get what I want. "Ask again."

  "Sl... Slice them off, Parker," she whispers, that sweet voice dripping with melodic need. It's like music to my ears, and I smirk at my stepsister's carbon copy as I begin cutting through the frills and lace. This time, I'm careful not to cut her, and she exhales in relief, making me laugh out loud. She's so goddamn naïve. It would almost be cute if it weren’t so goddamn pathetic. "Oh my God, touch me, please..."

  "Touch you?" I discard the remnants of her underwear, then press the blade to her skin. She whimpers in fear. Music to my fucking ears. My cock is hard in my pants, straining against the denim fabric. I can barely resist the urge to cut into her skin and mark her up as the whore she so desperately wants to be. "You want to be hurt, don't you? You want to bleed for me?"

  "N-No," she manages. "Don't..."

  "No?" The knife glints again as I gently press the tip against her throat. Her eyes are so fucking wide, so fucking scared, and my cock has never been harder in my life. Fuck ignoring my darkness. Fuck pretending I don't want this. I'm going to hurt her now. I'm too far gone to stop, and she's too fucking weak to stop me. "You don't want pretty little scars to remind you of me? You don't want to bleed for me?"

  "Parker, I..." She swallows again, starting to panic. I can tell she sees the resolve in my eyes, my decision already made. I'm going to hurt her, and she knows it. That's when her survival instinct finally kicks in. Dove realizes she might not get out of here in one piece, and panic flashes in her eyes. "I changed my mind. I want to go."


  "Don't even think about it." I press the knife to her cheek, grinning at her. "It's too late now, isn't it, little bird? I gave you the chance to leave, and you didn't fucking go. Now it's time to reap the consequences of your actions. Maybe this will finally teach you not to be such a fucking desperate little whore."

  "I'm n-not a whore," she whimpers. She really does look her age now, freshly nineteen, still innocent, still a little girl. Fuck, it makes me hard. The sight of her, the smell of her, the shape of her are all so like my stepsister, June, it's driving me fucking insane. When the light falls just in the right way, I can almost pretend it's my little sis I'm abusing... And it makes me want more. So much fucking more. "Please, Parker, let me go... I'm getting scared."

  "Good." I lift the knife away from her, and she exhales again. I admire the blade, glistening with some of her dark blood. I push my tongue out and lick it, ignoring the searing pain of the knife cutting me. Her blood tastes good. Innocent. Fucking fresh. "Don't you dare move, little bird. I'm not done with you yet..."

  "P-Please," she manages. She's panicking now, but too afraid to scoot away when I have that knife in my hand. She won't stop me now. A part of her still wants this, wants me to destroy that last shred of innocence she has left. "Please let me go, and I won't tell anyone what happened here tonight."

  "Of course you won't tell anyone," I reply easily. "Because if you do, you know what's going to happen?"

  "N-No..."

  "Yes. I'm going to fucking hunt you down and carve my name into your skin. You got that, little bird? Repeat it to me."

  "I..."

  "Fucking repeat it!"

  She flushes, fear making her cheeks bright red as she stumbles over the words to get them out as fast as fucking possible. "If I tell anyone, you're going to carve your name into my skin."

  "That's fucking right." I smirk. "Now stay fucking still... I need you to be still right now, or you're going to regret this even more real fast."

  "Don't," she whispers as I press the tongue to her cheek. "Not my face, Parker, please..."

  "Where else?" I smirk. "Everyone needs to know what a dirty little whore you are..."

  The knife would be so easy to plunge into her ivory skin. So fucking easy. It would slice through it like butter. It's so goddamn tempting. But I prolong the moment, gliding the blade over her skin, teasing her with it. We both know what's coming. There's no way Dove can stop me—she's too weak, and I know she wants it. She's just too scared to admit it... But in a few years, she'll still remember this. Remember how I hurt her, how good the fucking pain felt. She'll get off to this memory for decades to come.

  And then something snaps inside me, and I'm done fighting my instincts. With a groan of pleasure, I cut her cheek. Dove cries without making a sound, and it turns me on even more. She'll endure this for me... and I'll make her fucking love it.

  I don't stop until blood drips down her face. She looks so beautiful like this. Abused to her full potential.

  "There you go, little bird," I mutter gently. "A pretty little memento to remember me by..."

  The knife clatters to the ground as I grin at the gash in her cheek.

  "You can go now."

  She stares me down. It's so beautiful witnessing her breaking down. Accepting what she is. Accepting her new life, where she'll always be looking over her shoulder, in fear of seeing me there. Following her, ready to cut more pretty scars in her once pretty face.

  She picks herself up. Blood drips down her face, and she's shaking as she pulls her clothes back on, refusing to meet my eye. Dove looks like a fucking mess, and I can't wipe that smile off my face.

  "If anyone asks, you got mugged," I tell her carelessly. "Someone with a knife. Leave your phone and purse here. You know, to cover up the tracks."

  Shakily, she hands over her stuff, and I accept it. I'm so fucking turned on my cock feels like a hammer straining against my jeans.

  "You should really get that cut looked at." I smirk at Dove. "It looks real fucking bad."

  "You're a monster." The words fall from her lips in a whisper.

  "And you're only realizing that now?" I smirk. "Stupid little bird..."

  She heads for the door, her shoulders slumped, still bleeding. With her hand on the door handle, she turns back to face me. I'm expecting an insult, something to make her feel like she's the one who holds the power here. And boy, does my little bird deliver.

  "Your stepsister is fucking your twin," she says. "He's at her house now."

  Dove leaves quietly, shutting the door behind her. All that's left now is the bloody knife and the scarlet trail leading to the door. And my own fucking rage, threatening to boil over as I turn the words over and over in my head.

  I'm going to fucking kill Kade.

  16

  June

  I run after the twins, holding a shaking hand before my mouth, and screaming my head off, because I have no idea what else to do. Parker has throttled Kade and is sitting on top of him and holding his throat in such a tight grip I’m scared he’ll cut off his supply of air. I stumble forward and try to pull Parker off his brother.

  “Parker, stop!” I yell at him, but I can tell he’s completely out of it. All he can think of is hurting the man beneath him, his own twin. But as I look at Kade on the floor, I can immediately tell he’s not fighting back. He could push Parker off easily, I’m sure of it—even though they’re twins, Kade’s build is more muscular, stronger.

  “Kade,” I whisper. He doesn’t respond, but his face is turning a strange blue color. “Kade!” I yell louder, and finally his gaze stops on my eyes. I see so much there it chokes me up. This man just admitted he loved me, took my virginity, and is now being strangled by his twin brother. I’m so scared for both of them, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. Finally, Kade pushes Parker off.

  Parker stumbles, and Kade coughs and coughs and coughs. And I just stand there, hyperventilating, feeling useless. In a moment of clarity, I rush toward Kade, cradling him in my arms.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper, and I’m shaking again. He nods, but he won’t look at me. Won’t talk to me. “What the hell?” I scream in Parker’s general direction. He smirks at me as I focus on Kade, but neither of them meets my eye.

  “What is this all about?” I demand, feeling shocked and confused. In all the time I’ve known them, I’ve never seen Parker and Kade fight.

  “Tell her, Kade,” Parker says viciously, and Kade tenses in my arms.

  “Tell me what?” I want to know.

  “It’s nothing,” Kade murmurs.

  “Then you don’t mind if I tell her?” Parker taunts him, and like a shooting arrow, Kade bursts from my embrace and tackles his brother. He’s got him in a grip, but as if he changed his mind suddenly, he lets go and steps to the side. “Coward,” Parker spits out.

  My heart is going crazy, pounding against my rib cage.

  Beat.

  Beat.

  Beat.

  “Tell me what?” I repeat again, but this time, my voice shakes. Because this time, I’m pretty sure it won’t end well, and I'm going to find out something I don't particularly want to know.

  “Kade wanted to seduce you to get the family money,” Parker says, his voice dripping with venom. “I tried to stop him, but he never told me you two… were fucking each other.”

  My jaw drops and I just stare at my other stepbrother. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice trembling.

  “He wants the inheritance,” Parker explains. “He thinks it should be ours, too. So he decided the best way to get it was to get you.”

  I’m going to break. I'm going to fall apart right the fuck now, and the one person I want to go to is Kade—the twin who has betrayed me.

  “It is what it is, June.” Parker sighs, and finally, I look at Kade. "Ask him if you don't believe me."

  I look at the man I’ve loved since I was a child, the man who just took my virginity and in the same breath, admitted he loved me too. I was too w
eak to say it, but I felt the same at that moment. But now?

  Now it feels like I’m breaking.

  Falling.

  Crashing.

  “Get out,” I whisper. "Get out of my house."

  “June…” Kade reaches for me.

  “Get out, now,” I say softly.

  I think what hurts the most is that I’m not even able to scream at him. I can’t raise my voice, because it hurts so bad I think I will break down if I so much as look at him. But I’m wrong because I experience a whole new level of pain when he walks away. Kade doesn’t stop to comfort me. Doesn’t think to apologize. He doesn't even look at me.

  Instead, he just curses, kicking the wall and making the plaster break off in parts. He doesn't speak to Parker, but in the end, he does look at me. One look, filled with something akin to regret, but not enough of it to speak up and tell me what he feels.

  And then he leaves, and it's just the two of us. Parker and his little sis. And once again, Kade's twin has to pick up the pieces.

  He does. Parker stays with me all night. He holds me as I cry over his brother. I lick my wounds that Kade has spilled the salt into. He doesn’t call, doesn’t text, doesn’t even shoot me a Facebook message. I guess he got what he wanted from me, and now he’s done. I should have known. How did I not figure it out?

  I retreat to the safety that is Parker. He always has been my solid rock, and in this past year when we lost touch, I felt so lost. I tried to find that with Kade, which I’m only realizing now. Kade could never be my best friend, though. I don't know if he even loved me. All he wanted was to use me, take me, and then the money, too. I’m slumped on the couch, and Parker is holding me, stroking my hair softly. The tears have all dried up now, but I’m still whimpering with the pain, because it hurts so fucking bad to be betrayed like this.

  “You have to talk sometime,” Parker says softly and I curl into a ball in his arms, refusing to acknowledge what he said. “Shhh,” he says as I whimper again. “Just tell me what happened. It will make you feel better.”