Tyrant Twins: A Dark Twin Romance

by Isabella Starling

  "Home sweet home," he rasps in my ear, shoving me on a mattress on the floor. At least it's clean and not smelly, which makes me feel a little bit better. I'm in such a state of shock I don't even manage one scream as he ties me up and stuffs something in my mouth again to keep me quiet, tying it behind my head. Finally, I'm left gagged and tied up on the mattress as I whimper softly, tears streaming down my face. Parker steps back to admire his handiwork and smiles like a madman, apparently pleased with what he sees.

  Then his expression changes. Ever so slowly, he touches my cheek, caressing me softly as though I'm not a ragdoll but a porcelain doll. As if he's so afraid the lightest touch might break me. I look up into his eyes and search for any trace of humanity there. But as fast as it appeared on his face, Parker's expression darkens again. His hand lingers on my cheek but is now threatening instead of brotherly. And then, he smacks me hard, the blow throwing me back on the mattress.

  "You've been a bad girl, June," he snarls, the anger in his voice so apparent and scary, it makes me think I won't even make it through the night. "I know what you've done. You married the wrong brother, little sis. And you've let him knock you up... Now it's time to play."

  A vicious smile replaces his frown, and he pulls up a chair next to my mattress, glaring at me the whole time.

  "Have to get a good look at you," he murmurs to himself. "Been a long time."

  He settles into his seat, his eyes glued on me, and I know my sleepless nights are here to stay as long as he's around.

  Because Parker Miller is the man starring in all my nightmares—including this one.

  I hate the fact that time is passing, and no one has come for me. No one knows where I am, or who took me. I think of Kade and Theo and it just breaks my heart, knowing I may never see them again. I have no idea what time it is, my only recollection of time being when Parker drags me to the bathroom so I can wash up. He brings me food downstairs and sits with me. He hasn't touched me... yet.

  But what he does instead is disturbing, too. Usually, studios are filled with natural light and the sun shining through the windows. I guess it's a perfect metaphor for his work as Parker's is in the basement, enveloped in darkness and a putrid smell of something rotting. He has all of his supplies here, and all day, he paints me.

  He won't show me the paintings, but from his evil grin, I just know I would feel even sicker if I saw them. Remembering the last time I saw one of his paintings of me sends shivers down my spine. It was dark, twisted, and bloody; my body contorted and broken in unnatural ways only a sick mind could come up with. While he paints, my stepbrother talks to me, and I realize just how twisted his obsession has become.

  He tells me how successful he is under a fake name. He says he earns millions. And he's even more pleased to inform me that he was behind the raffle that got us the tickets to this hellish paradise. He brought us right into his lair, and we didn't suspect a thing. Marissa is like his servant, bringing us food and almost kissing the floor he walks on. Their whole relationship is disturbing, and I try hard to talk to the girl, but I'm gagged and bound unless I'm eating. And then, Parker holds a knife to my throat to stop me from screaming out loud, my tears mixing with the stale food they feed me.

  I hate the fact that my worst nightmare has become a reality. I let the darkness take me and spend time in a state of semi-consciousness, not even fighting the currents that are pulling me under. I know I won't last long, even though he hasn't touched me, tortured me... But I know it's coming. And when it does, I don't want to be here anymore.

  Hope comes in the shape of a knock on the door, so loud I can hear it from the basement. My hopeful eyes shoot up, but Parker yells for Marissa to get it, coming closer to me and pressing that now-familiar silver blade against my throat.

  "Not a word," he hisses in my ear, and I whimper, listening to the conversation upstairs.

  I hear the door opening, and Marissa's voice speaking next. "Can I help you?"

  "Hello," a man's voice comes through. I recognize it instantly as my husband's voice. "Don't mean to bother you. Just wanted to let you know my wife has gone missing from the island. Have you seen anyone around here?"

  "No, not at all," Marissa feigns ignorance. I start thrashing in Parker's arms, but he presses the blade closer. I feel it cutting my skin as I gasp against the gag in my mouth. "I'm just here on a romantic honeymoon with my husband."

  "Shut the fuck up," Parker whispers in my ear. "You let him hear you, I'll fucking kill you both." I turn deathly still in his arms, the tears of humiliation burning my cheeks as they stream down my face. The conversation upstairs becomes muted, and we sit there for what seems like ages until I hear Marissa saying goodbye, and she comes down the stairs quickly.

  "Didn't suspect a thing," she says triumphantly, her eyes feverish with the need to please Parker. "We're off the hook! He had no idea." Parker finally lets go of me, and I tumble to the floor like a sack while he walks over to Marissa, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss against her mouth. It's the first sign of affection I've seen him show her since that display on the beach, which I'm now sure was just for my benefit. Then he slowly turns toward me, and his eyes are burning with a new desire. My heart blackens with soot as I realize what he has on his mind.

  "Now, June," he says softly, a grin splitting his face into a grotesque mask of horror. "It's time to play, wouldn't you say?"

  35

  Parker

  My blood is pumping with adrenaline. June is tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Marissa looks anxious but still victorious from fooling Kade into thinking we haven't done anything wrong. I'm fucking ready to get this game started.

  "Take your clothes off." My voice echoes in the room, and Marissa obeys, peeling off her white linen dress to reveal inch after inch of toned, tanned skin. "Good fucking girl. Now come here and sit by me."

  She does as she's told, settling on the floor next to me. I pet her hair absentmindedly as she kneels on the hard floor, but my eyes are on June, devouring her fearful expression. God, she wakes up my sadistic fucking appetite. I can't fucking wait to hurt her.

  "Nox, can I—" Marissa speaks up, but I respond with a smack on her face, my eyes still focused on my stepsister. "I'm sorry."

  "Shut up," I tell her firmly. "I don't want to hear your voice right now." She shuts her mouth obediently, and I smile at June as she watches the scene unfold with terror in her pretty blue eyes. "Are you scared, little sis? You know, I've been waiting a long fucking time to hurt you. Such a long time. And I'm not a very patient man... which means I'm at the end of my rope now. And your little whipping girl gets to pay for you making me wait."

  Marissa whimpers next to me, and I lightly smack her again to remind her who's the fucking boss here. She quiets down. She knows not to mess with me when I'm determined like this, and besides, my slaps are so light, they're like foreplay for her right now. I focus my attention back on June, eyes drinking in her tied-up form. I've left her mouth free today because I can't fucking wait to hear her cry. The sound of it will be like music to my ears, and I'm going to lick those tears off her pretty face one by fucking one.

  June's expression is determined. I don't know why because there's no fucking way she's getting out of this. I'm going to force her to watch me fuck Marissa, and I'm going to make it extra hard for her in the end. I've been planning this for years. I can't break June right away. I want the first time we fuck to be at least semi-consensual. I want her to want me—no, I fucking crave it. But the hatred in her eyes now tells me she despises me and wishes I was dead. It won't be that way for long. Not if I have anything to do with it.

  "You're disgusting," she spits at me as I pet Marissa's hair. "You're going to pay for everything you've done to me. Kade will never let you get away with it."

  I laugh out loud. "You mean the same idiot who just walked away from the only place on the island where you could be kept? He's a fucking dumbass, little sis. He didn't even realize you're here. Makes you wond
er about your connection, doesn't it?" I lean forward, gently tipping her chin back so I can look into her pretty eyes. "Maybe he doesn't know you that well after all... Maybe I know you better than he ever did."

  She makes a face at me, and I pull back, grabbing Marissa's hair and pulling her between my legs. "Take my pants off. Put my cock in your mouth and make me fucking hard."

  Marissa whimpers, already so fucking wet for me she's completely forgotten about our little guest of honor. She positions herself between my thighs and pulls down my pants. My throbbing cock springs free from my boxers, and June looks away as if she can't handle the sight of me.

  "I'm bigger than him," I tell her. "You don't need to tell me; I already fucking know." I smirk at her disgusted expression. June can't help her curiosity, though. As much as she's fucking hating this, she can't quite bring herself to look away. But she won't look at my cock, either. Instead, her eyes lock with mine, trying to convey just how much she hates this. The problem is, her displeasure only turns me on more.

  Marissa's warm mouth wraps around my cock, and I groan, smirking at June as she watches her doppelganger suck me off. I've never been harder in my life. I've fantasized about June so many times that having her here in the flesh is almost impossible to believe. The thought that I get to live out all my fantasies now is intoxicating, and goose bumps erupt over my flesh at the thought.

  "Watch her suck," I order my stepsister. "Maybe you can learn a thing or two from Marissa. She knows just how I like it, just how to make it come. You better learn your lesson, little sis. If you don't make me come the first time I put my dick in your mouth, I'm going to beat your ass black and blue."

  "I'd rather die," June spits out.

  "That could be arranged," I reply smoothly, making all the color drain from her face. God, how I fucking love to taunt her. That scared expression on her pretty face is just priceless. I live to see it, to watch it turn from disbelief into fear. God, it makes my fucking dick harder than ever. "You want to watch me fuck her, don't you, Junebug?"

  "Don't call me that," she hisses. I'm on my feet in seconds, pushing Marissa to the side and making her land on the floor hard. I reach June in two quick steps. My hand tightens around her throat, cutting off her air supply. She glances at my throbbing cock, demanding attention, pre-cum dripping at the thought of being buried in her throat while she's being choked like this.

  "What did you fucking say?" I growl at her.

  "N-Nothing," she whispers, struggling to breathe.

  "That's right." I loosen my grip enough to slide my cock against her lips, leaving traces of pre-cum all over her mouth. The sight of my stepsister covered in my juices, already fucking defiled, makes me throb. "Eat up, little sis. I know how long you've been waiting to fucking taste me."

  She starts spitting when I force my cock between her lips, making me laugh out loud.

  "You don't like it, slut? Does my brother taste better? I don't fucking care. Taste it. Eat it. Lick it."

  A silent tear slides down her cheek, and she stares at me with pure hatred. I position my hand at her cheek and start slapping her until she finally opens her mouth. Then I slide my cock into her mouth, filling her greedy hole until she chokes on my girth. I admire my cock lodged in her throat, fingers gliding along the throbbing vein in my shaft.

  "You're being such a good girl for me, Junebug," I tell her. I fucking love how she flinches every time I use my brother's nickname for her. "Enough now."

  I pull out of her mouth, and she lets out a sob. I motion Marissa over, positioning her in front of June with their lips almost touching.

  "Look at each other," I order them, and reluctantly, they lock gazes. Marissa's so fucking jealous I half expect her to snarl an insult at June, but then again, she knows better than that by now. I've turned her into quite the obedient fuckslut. "That's right. Stare into one another's eyes."

  I push my cock in Marissa's dripping pussy. She's always so fucking wet, always so ready for me. But I don't really give a shit about her needy hole right now. My attention is solely focused on June now, watching for the smallest hint of her reaction as I begin to fuck Marissa's greedy cunt.

  "Tell her how good it feels," I order my slut. "Tell her how grateful you are to have my cock in you. How jealous she should be."

  "It's a-amazing," Marissa stutters, and I rain hard blows against her ass.

  "More!"

  "He feels so good," she breathes. "So tight... ahh, fuck!"

  The little whore's about to have an orgasm already, and I decide to let her this time. Another opportunity to show June what she's missing. I fuck Marissa hard, and the girls keep their gazes locked the entire time. My cock grows harder and harder with each thrust of my hips, but the real excitement starts when I pull a knife from my boot.

  "No," June whispers. "Don't hurt me."

  "I told you." I smirk. "Marissa's your whipping girl tonight."

  My toy's eyes widen at the sight of the knife. I haven't used it on her before, and I know she's scared, not that I really give a shit about her fear. I run the blade along her spine, nicking her here and there, watching thick droplets of blood form on the surface of her tanned skin. God, I'm so fucking turned on I could come right now. Marissa seems to share the sentiment, and another grateful orgasm rips through her body as I punish her with my dick.

  "I'm going to come in her," I tell June darkly. "And you're going to beg me to do it."

  "No," my stepsister hisses.

  "No?" I grin. "Every time you say no to me, Marissa here gets a pretty little cut to add to her collection. Now I'd really rethink that bratty side of yours if I were you."

  June pales as I wave the knife in front of her face. "So, what'll it be? Another no, or will you beg like a good fucking girl for me?"

  "P-Please," she manages.

  "Pathetic." I nick Marissa again, and she cries out from the sharp pain. "I suggest you try fucking harder, June."

  "Please come inside her." Something's broken inside my little sis now. Her eyes stare at me blankly. It's as if she isn't here at all, having given in to her fate completely. "Please, Parker."

  I would usually scold her, tell her to call me by my new name, but not this time. My old name feels sinful, forbidden on June's lips. And I want fucking more. I don't hesitate to tell her as much.

  "Keep begging. Keep fucking asking for it if you don't want your new friend to get hurt."

  "Please, I..." June blinks away the tears from her eyes. "Please, come inside her. Please. Fill her up. Give it to her. Do it."

  Her words are bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm, and I feel my cock throb with unspilled seed. I groan, knowing I'm getting closer and closer to the release I've been craving all fucking day. "You want it, June? Ask again. Ask like you really fucking mean it. Or else..."

  "Please!" She's desperate now, whether for her own sake or Marissa's, I don't know or particularly care about. "Come in her, Parker! Fill her with your cum!"

  I groan. My balls are heavy, my dick is fucking throbbing, and I stare into June's eyes as I unload in my toy's cunt, wishing it were my little sis. But I need to bide my time. After all, I have plenty.

  Marissa's body sways as I fill her up, and I pull my still-throbbing cock from her hole and show it off to June with a wicked smirk. "Clean it."

  She turns her head to the side in disgust. "No."

  "What did I fucking say about that word, Junebug? I'm going to beat it out of your fucking vocabulary if I have to. Now lick."

  Reluctantly, she opens her mouth, and I push my tip in her mouth, groaning as her tongue swirls around my cockhead. Goddamn, she's good at this. Jealousy twists my stomach into knots as I start to fuck her mouth, making her choke. I could come again right now, but I hold back, waiting until my stepsister has made my dick spotless. Then I pull out and approach Marissa, who's lying, dripping on the floor. I reach between her legs and scoop out the load I've put in her pussy while June watches with wide eyes.

  "See this
, June? Look at how big my load was... That's because of you." I approach her, cupping my palms with the cum in them. "This is going in you, June."

  "No, I—" She stops herself just in time, and I grin at her. I'm still holding the knife in my other hand, and I'm more than willing to use it. In fact, I'm just looking for an excuse to carve either of the girls up. I kneel next to my stepsister, spreading her legs and glancing at her panties.

  They're fucking wet.

  My eyes meet with hers, burning with surprise. Her own gaze is filled with shame, and she won't look at me. I feel sorry for her then. This pretty girl is so lost in her own idea of what's right that she can't even admit all of this is a fucking turn-on.

  I don't let myself dwell on the thought. Instead, I use the knife to cut through her panties.

  June's pussy is waxed bare. I grin at her as I part her pussy lips. She cries out as I force my cum-covered fingers inside her. She's so fucking wet. So impossibly tight. And I can barely resist the siren call of that sweet little cunt.

  I look deep into her eyes as I fuck my load into her tight little hole.

  "There you go," I tell her with a gentleness that even surprises me. "You get to keep it, little sis... Maybe it'll even take, and you'll be left with a cute, chubby-cheeked reminder of our time together."

  I smirk at her crestfallen face, wiping my fingers on her lips before dragging Marissa out of the basement and plunging the room into darkness.

  36

  June

  The days are passing, and no one comes for me. I don't understand it and keep hoping someone will remember to check this house, find something that leads them to believe I'm here. But it doesn't happen, and my savior doesn't come.