Tyrant Twins: A Dark Twin Romance

by Isabella Starling

  "Do you want me to come in your tight little ass, Junebug?"

  "Fuck," she breathes. "No, I..."

  "Are you sure?" I ask, voice dripping with dark sweetness. "Are you sure you don't want that?"

  "Kade!" She wriggles beneath me, the motion only making my cock fucking harder. "Kade, please."

  "Please what?" I smack her ass, the sound reverberating through the room. But June isn't crying for mercy anymore. No, she's moaning now, wanton and uncaring for anything but her own pleasure. "Remember to ask for what you want, Junebug. Tell me what's on your mind. Tell me how good that thick cock feels as it stretches your holes out."

  "Come in me," she whispers. "I'll do anything."

  "Tell me you love me," I order her, knowing it's breaking a part of her. Despite everything we've been through, I've still not said the magic words to June. I'm saving them. "Say it, Junebug."

  "I love you," she breathes. "I love you, Kade. Come in my ass, please, fucking please!"

  I rock my hips back and forth, whispering in her ear, "Does it fucking hurt?"

  "Yes!" she cries out. "It hurts, oh God, it hurts so fucking good, Kade."

  "Push your hips back," I grunt, and she obeys. The sensation of having my pretty bride ride my cock is fucking overwhelming. The desire to fill her takes over, and I forget about my wife's pleasure, rocking my hips in tune with her, fucking her, claiming her. I don't even notice her cries of pain until they turn into moans of pleasure.

  "You're fucking loving this, aren't you?" I growl in her ear. "You love having your tight little asshole fucked for the first time by your stepbrother?"

  "Yes." She sounds so beautifully desperate. I could come at any second when she's like this, but I force myself to wait, save it. I'm going to make her work for every drop of my cum.

  "I brought your plug with me," I tell her softly. "Your favorite..."

  "The princess one?"

  "Yes," I reply, groaning. "The pretty silver metal one with the pink crystal... And you know what I'm going to do with it, Junebug?"

  "Please tell me," she whispers, throwing her head back in pure ecstasy. "Oh my God, Kade, fucking tell me already, please!"

  "I'm going to plug your hole when it's filled up with my cum," I groan in her ear. "And you're going to fucking keep it in all goddamn night..."

  An orgasm rips through her body. June thrashes beneath me, but I hold her down, making sure she can't escape my cock or the ominous promises I keep whispering in her ear. Once she calms down, I keep fucking her until my own orgasm is inevitable. I find her clit with my fingers then, massaging the remains of the tiger balm into her wet little cunt. I know she's going to come again, but I force her to wait for me so we can finish together.

  When we do, our bodies are wild, pressed together in an orgasm that transcends us. We fuck, we make love, we become one. And I unload inside her while shouting her name, holding her throat, and looking deep into her adoring eyes.

  She gave me everything I've always wanted, and I'm fully intent on doing the same for her.

  As I finish inside her, I pull out and quickly replace my cock with the plug just like I promised her. I make sure she's plugged up tightly enough that not a single drop of cum will escape her.

  After I'm done with her, I hold June in my arms and kiss her gently. She's always scared I'll do something awful to her after we have sex. But I never do. I just want to comfort her and make her feel safe.

  I don't let her take the plug out until hours later after we've napped on the bed together. And when I do, the cum trickles out of her, staining the pristine white sheets.

  "Lick it," I tell her.

  "N-No..." She shakes her head, looking at me with wide eyes. "You know where it's been."

  "I don't fucking care." I point at the wet spot on the bed. "Lick it. Look at me when you do."

  She swallows thickly before getting on all fours between my legs and obediently licking the stain she's left on the sheets. Once she's done, I smirk at her and take her back in my arms.

  "Now I've taken all your virginities," I mutter in her hair.

  "So are you done with me?"

  "Not a fucking chance." I cradle her body against mine. We fall asleep like that, entwined as if we're one.

  And I may have just stolen the last thing she kept sacred... but my mind is already full of ideas of what I'm going to do to my wife next.

  32

  June

  The next morning, I wake up bright and early as usual. I've always been an early riser, even when on vacation. What is strange, though, is the fact I got some sleep. Ever since ... everything that went down, I've been an insomniac. It takes me hours to fall asleep, and instead of the deep slumber I've come to expect since my childhood, the nightmares are back in full force. But somehow, tonight was the first night I haven't had a nightmare in a long time. I woke up perfectly rested and feeling refreshed. Thrilled by the improvement, I press a kiss against Kade’s lips before quickly getting dressed for the beach. I put a sarong over my bikini and add a big sunhat and some designer sunglasses Kade insisted on treating me with.

  Shutting the door lightly behind me, I head for the shore. It's a beautiful day as I imagine every single one is in these parts. The sun is shining down but not too harsh with its rays, the temperature tolerable and pleasant. I decide to go for a long walk on the beach. As I walk along the sandy shore, I instantly wish I had brought my camera or at least a phone with me. There are so many beautiful sights around here I would just love to capture forever.

  Before I know it, two hours have passed, and the sun is high in the sky and beating down against my skin. I foolishly realize I neglected to apply sunblock and groan when I think of how sunburned my pale skin will be in a couple of hours. The trek back is long as I've made my way along the shore, enveloped in my own private thoughts. But none of it seems to matter because I feel better and happier than I have in weeks.

  A huge smile is plastered across my face when I finally make it back to the hotel grounds. But then, I freeze on the spot when I see the scene in front of me.

  There's Kade, the man I love. And that scene alone would put a grin on my face, but... There seems to be a woman with him.

  I'm standing too far away to see who she is, but she is slim and pert, and has long dark hair just like me. If I wasn't aware that I was standing so far away, I might even think it was us—Kade and me like it should be. But he's laughing at something the dark-haired woman is saying, and then he wraps a hand around her bikini-clad body, and before I know it, his hand reaches downward, squeezing her pert ass.

  A gasp escapes my lips as I stare at the scene in front of me, and then anger starts boiling my blood. While a voice keeps telling me my Kade would never, ever do what I just saw, I have to face the hard facts right in front of me. Finally, I've had enough of looking at them, and I storm back to our room to change.

  Dressing in my prettiest and sexiest outfit, I head downstairs for lunch. And only a few minutes after me, Kade comes through the door and joins me at our table with a kiss and that cheeky signature smirk of his. I knit my brows together when he sits down, noticing he's managed to dry his salty hair since the last time I saw him. I have no idea how he did that since I was just in our room, but I swallow my pride and deny that something is wrong. We go through our meal, my moves robotic, my heart pounding, and finally, I can't take it anymore.

  "I saw you at the beach today," I say coldly, staring him right in the eyes. But all Kade does is return a completely blank look, devoid of all emotion.

  "With that dark-haired woman," I clarify, making it perfectly clear what I did and didn't see.

  "Junebug, I have no idea what you're talking about," he says with a confused grin. "I was in the reception area talking to them about the internet service. It's utter shit here."

  I can see his brows knitting together in worry, no doubt already thinking about work. But I know what I saw, and I know where his hands were. I also know Kade wouldn't lie to me u
nless he wanted to protect me... or would he? Doubt settles in, and though I don't say anything else about the subject, I'm twitchy and nervous for the rest of the day.

  There's this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that someone is watching me. I feel like a pair of eyes is glued to my back, and every time I turn around, I'm just a split second too late to catch whoever it is. And it's seriously starting to bug me.

  The feeling doesn't disappear but only grows stronger and stronger as the day goes on. Kade sees something is wrong but doesn't push me to tell him what it is, which I both appreciate and resent at the same time. Finally, he announces he'll go check some emails in the lobby, which is apparently the only place where he can get good reception. I accept that with a grunt, and as soon as he's gone, I change into my nightgown and start getting ready for bed.

  But I can't resist stepping out on the balcony again, and when I see the sparkling water in the moonlight, I can't help it—it's like the sea is calling me home. Choosing not to care what anyone might think, I sneak my way downstairs until I'm on the beach. It's completely empty, and I enjoy the moment of solitude, though the annoying feeling just doesn't seem to fade.

  I miss Theo. I’ve missed him since we first got here, and I’m worried about him, even though he’s safe. But Parker’s in the same city as my son is now. And that makes me feel nervous.

  As I'm admiring the reflection of the moon on the crystal water, a pair of arms wraps around me, and my heart jumps up to my throat. Turning around swiftly, I find myself in Kade’s arms, and I laugh nervously. Despite my confusion at what happened on the beach, I'm more than thankful to see him.

  "Don't do that," I scold him. "You scared me half to death..."

  He looks me deep in the eyes, the moon playing tricks with his irises, making them almost completely black. He looks like a devilishly handsome demon... and I don't mind at all.

  "Scared you, did I?" he whispers softly, the words like a caress on my skin. He murmurs something else under his breath that I can't hear, then leans in closer for a kiss. And even though I've kissed Kade a thousand times before, this time it feels different. As romantic as the picture might seem, there's something in his kiss. Something dark and sinister.

  Shivering, I let him kiss me passionately and deeply, claiming him with his tongue and pressing his body so close to mine I can feel the length of his thick cock against my thigh.

  "Kade," I whisper softly, and he moves away at the sound of his name. He gives me one last grin, but this one seems more ominous than the cheeky smile I'm used to from my love. I feel utterly confused as he salutes me goodbye, then disappears into the darkness. My heart pounding with fear and confusion, I wrap my hands around my body to keep myself warm and head back into our suite.

  As I walk, I realize something was off with that kiss. That wasn't Kade—that wasn't my husband. But there's only one other person who could take his place... And he's back in New York, far away from us.

  Or is he?

  At first, I thought this vacation would be a breeze—a welcome distraction from our busy everyday life. But with each day that passes, my anxiety grows. I'm having trouble breathing, and the nightmares have returned after that one night of blissful, uninterrupted sleep. Kade can tell something isn't right, but I'm still sulking about what I saw on the beach that day—something he still refuses to acknowledge.

  Today is a terrible day, and I've been in a foul mood since I woke up at five a.m. Kade has been gone for most of the day, surely dealing with another work emergency. When we left for Hawaii, he promised me he wouldn't deal with work while we're here, but I've barely even seen him since our arrival. Left to my own devices, I've been walking around the beach aimlessly and reading more than I do at home.

  But everywhere I go, I feel a pair of eyes on my back, gone as soon as I look over my shoulder. The feeling is so overwhelming; I've chosen to stay in our suite most of the time, too afraid to venture outside for fear of that gaze on my back. I'm reading a book in the window seat when I hear Kade walk in our suite. He walks over to me, setting his laptop on the coffee table and giving me a sweet grin. Even though I don't want it to, it manages to melt all of my insides into mush, making me remember just how much I love this man... my stepbrother, my once-tormentor, now-lover.

  "Got a surprise for you," Kade says, and his smile widens. "Know you're a sucker for those."

  He's full of surprises lately, and as much as I try to fight my expression of glee, a smile eventually appears on my face as I set my book down and join him on the couch. He wraps me in his embrace, and I settle in his arms, the only safe place I've ever known. I've lost my father, my mother, nearly lost a brother... And Kade is the only one who can comfort me. He produces a brochure from his bag and puts it in my hands. My eyes scour the colorful pages, the words on the thick paper jumping out at me.

  Secluded... Romantic... An adventure... Beautiful and unforgettable.

  "What is this?" I ask Kade, the excitement easy to hear in my voice. I thumb my opal butterfly pendant between my fingers and look at him expectantly. I've worn the necklace every day since he got it for me. He chuckles and smoothes my hair down.

  "I wanted to apologize for being such a dick." I look at him, waiting for him to admit it was really him I saw down at the beach with that woman, but no such luck. "I've been working a lot, and I promised you a vacation. Thought we could spend some time really alone, just you and me, if you want?" His eyes are hopeful, but I can see the mischievous grin hiding right under that expression. And I can't help it—my gaze mimics his, and I grin widely, nodding at his question.

  "Awesome," Kade says, kissing me deeply and affectionately. He shows me the brochure again, explaining what we'll be doing.

  "There's an island off the shore, you can see it from our balcony. The hotel has two houses on it, each on one side of the island. They suggested this retreat—they have electricity, but no internet signal. The receptionist assured me it was all very luxurious, but a unique experience to be on your own there. One house's already taken, but I got us the second one."

  Clapping my hands excitedly, I meet his grin with one of my own. "Can we go now?" I ask excitedly, and Kade laughs at my happy face, grabbing me in his arms and pulling me down on the couch. And as soon as his hands start roaming my body, I'm gone—going down that rabbit hole again.

  The next day, we land on the shore of the island. We're taken there with a yacht that belongs to the hotel, and the beauty of nature here stuns me. Last night, I didn't sleep again, but at least this time, it was because I was so excited and not plagued by nightmares. I take my sandals off when we land on the shore, burying my toes in the warm sand. A blissful smile brightens my face, and Kade’s expression mirrors my own.

  "You will find everything you need on the island," the guide explains to us. "The food pantry and fridges are stocked, and I believe you will truly enjoy the beauty of the island. Our yacht will arrive in a few days, and there's a direct telephone line for the hotel in your kitchen."

  We nod enthusiastically, our thoughts already preoccupied with exploring the beautiful island we've landed on. When the guide finally finishes, Kade is quick to tip him and walk me to the house where we'll be staying. Though it is small, it's still luxurious with gorgeous, Egyptian cotton linens and towels, expensive champagne waiting for us when we arrive, and every other luxury I thought I might miss during my stay here.

  "I can't wait to go outside!" I exclaim, looking through the curtains at the beautiful sunny day. "There's so much to explore... Do you think there are any wild animals here?"

  I turn to face Kade, but as soon as I see his face, I know I'm in trouble. And I don't mind it one little bit. He makes his way over to me, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as my eyes flutter closed, enjoying his sweet gesture. He tips my head back with one finger, and I offer my lips to him. He doesn't decline the offer. Leaning down against my mouth, he sucks my bottom lip in his, then bites down gently. I moan softly as his hands
come around my body, wrapping me in a tight embrace.

  "The island will have to wait," Kade growls in my ear. "First, I have some other things for you to do.”

  He takes my hand, sliding it between us where his rock-hard cock is already waiting for me, and I'm suddenly desperate for him to plunge into my tightness. Moaning and giggling at the same time, I let him take me... And I forget all about our plans, letting myself enjoy this blissful moment of peace and solitude.

  Little do I know it won't last long.

  33

  Parker

  Setting everything up was almost too easy.

  Marissa's father, Hodge, oversaw the auction my brother and stepsister won. Getting the information I needed was a piece of cake, and Marissa was ecstatic when I told her about our tropical vacation. We left the morning after my dinner with June and Kade. By then, my dark desires were twisting my gut with the need to hurt June again. I had to do it. I'd fucked up the first time, and when we met, I realized they'd never let me in the way they did before.

  My twin and stepsister thought I was damaged fucking goods. To them, I was just a medical case—one they could solve by pumping my healthy body full of pills I refused to fucking take. But seeing them had served its purpose—to remind me I was still just as obsessed with June.

  What I feel for her isn't love. It's obsession. Sickness. A tragedy waiting to happen. And I know I won't be able to move on until I crush her hopes and dreams in the palm of my hand.

  At first, I considered going after their kid. Theo was a cute, chubby-cheeked little boy. I'd stalked him while on walks with his nanny enough times to know their daily routine. June took an active role in the kid's life, but she wasn't always around. Snatching the kid would be easy, and the satisfaction of slitting his nanny's throat would be so fucking satisfying. But it wouldn't quench my thirst. I want June, always have. And if I can't have her, nobody fucking can.