Richardson smiles widely, greeting her with a ‘pumpkin’ and a wide smile. The guy’s clueless - or at least he pretends to be. When I met his daughter, she was eighteen, and I had her in bed in a matter of hours. I’ve fucked her every day since then, multiple times per day even, yet he’s none the wiser.
“We were just upstairs looking at some numbers,” she gushes quickly, trying to pull her ass out of trouble. She accompanies her story with a sweet, nervous smile, and the boss man just smiles back.
How stupid can you be?
“Adam,” Richardson begins, beckoning me over.
I still haven’t gotten used to the fake name I’ve made up for my new life. I kept my last name, just changing the first one to differentiate myself from the Aiden Castillo - not that anyone cares about that guy anymore.
Blane and Emme are still on my mind, every hour of every day.
I see them in magazines, tabloids. Shots of Emme’s perfect long legs, my brother always next to her like a motherfucking dog. She’s a socialite now, and he’s taking care of the company.
I can’t believe society just accepted the fact that they’re together now. Fuck, he’s her stepbrother after all, but no one seems to give half a shit.
I try to get back to reality, even when I feel the red mist settling over my eyes. This time, I fight it back, though. I’ve gotten pretty good at doing that.
“What is it, Richardson?” I ask the boss man, my tone rough. You’d think I’d be nicer to the man that saved me from the streets, yet I despise him with all of my heart.
“I have an opening in a gallery next week, and you’re my first choice,” he says, beaming. “I want you to show the new stuff, you know - the canvases you showed me last week.”
I furrow my brow, unsure of what to make of this. I usually choose my own shows.
“What gallery?” I ask hesitantly.
“Gaze,” he says, and I immediately recognize the name as one of the most influential galleries of the moment. I know artists who are killing themselves trying to get in, and here’s my option offered on a silver plate.
I think it through for a moment, but I already know what my answer will be. I’m already imagining the money it will put in my pocket, and it will only get my closer to my goal.
And that has stayed the same as the years go by.
Destroy Blane. Claim Emme.
It’s my mantra.
“I’ll take it,” I nod.
Chapter 4
On the day of the exhibition, I’m nervous. And I’m never nervous, so that makes me even more anxious, itching to get the whole thing over with already.
Marissa delivers a perfectly tailored and ridiculously expensive suit to my apartment that morning, and I don’t let her leave until I’ve fucked her nice and good, too.
It relieves the tension at last a little bit, pounding into her, using her body. It always makes me feel better when I degrade her, so I call her names while I do it.
The bitch begs for more, sucking my cock like she’s a pro, while she was a virgin when I met her.
How things change.
“Adam,” she says softly. “I really have to go now - I have to get ready for the show now.”
She works as my assistant and I have her running errands all day, every day. But I’m not finished with her just yet, so I pull her back in the bed and fuck her another time, until she’s begging for a break.
“Leave,” I order her immediately after I’m done, and she does as she is told like a good girl. I watch her getting out of bed, and all I see are the differences between her and Emme.
They way her hips curve, her flat ass. It’s so different from Emme’s perfect body, her beautiful skin … Skin I want to carve into, a body I want to ravage until she screams for me to stop.
When the time comes …
She blows me a kiss as she leaves, the door shutting with a click behind her.
Let’s get this show on the road.
***
After a steaming shower and a shave, I’m a new man. I put on my suit and I even decide to shell out for a cab to the venue. I spray some cologne as I head out, my heart pumping blood through every cell in my body.
The exhibition today is special because I’m showing some new work.
I’ve been keeping it pretty inoffensive with my canvases, though I’m more true to myself now than during my street days. Richardson wanted me to show more of my real personality, though.
The poor fuck has no idea what would happen if I were to unleash my demons on the blank canvas. I can already imagine his horrified face, and it delights me.
Riding in the cab, I think of the canvases I’m going to display today.
They’re still tame - to me, at least.
It’s portraits mostly, but with a darker twist. I re-imagined the people I painted, faces I saw in the street, women I fucked, passersby I walked by. I imagined them pained by injustice, by family feuds, by every day trouble and sickness.
I painted them the way they would be had their problems taken on a physical form. A scratch for an argument, a slash for a lost job. A streak of blood here, a splatter of it there.
I had to hold back when I was painting, stopping myself from taking it to another level. Richardson loved my dark side, though he realized it might be too much for the audience. He claimed the gallery where I was opening would be an amazing audience.
They are calling my show dark and twisted, a new mind and a gritty imagination. I quite like the sound of that, to be honest.
The cab drops me off in front of the building, and I head in fashionably late.
I know Richardson will be pissed, but it’s just another way to show him he’s not the boss of me. Fucking his daughter being the main way of showing him that.
As soon as I walk in, I’m shocked by a crowd that has gathered, and when they lay eyes on me, a round of applause breaks out. They whoop, too, and I give a flash of perfect teeth as I walk to the center of the room.
I refuse to take the microphone someone offers me, instead heading straight for the bar.
Marissa and Richardson are next to me in moments as I order myself a double Scotch on the rocks.
“Great turnout,” Richardson says proudly as he claps me on the back.
“So proud of you, Adam,” Marissa gushes at the same time and I refuse to look at either of them, already feeling annoyed. I ignore them both and leave them to chatter to each other as I walk around the displayed paintings.
There’s a ‘sold’ sign to more of them than I thought there would be, and I can’t help the pride swelling deep inside me. I’ll be sorry to see the paintings go. They’re a special part of me, a lighter side of the fucked up reality.
Just as I turn around from a pretty innocent canvas, I hear a whisper going through the room, and my eyes land on a couple just coming inside the gallery.
She’s wearing nude heels that accentuate her legs and some kind of skin tight dress that makes my cock bulge in his pants. He’s looking uncomfortable in a tux, but the truth is undeniable.
They’re an attractive couple, perfect for each other.
And his face is a mirror image of mine.
It’s Blane and Emme, I realize with shock.
I haven’t seen either of them since a year ago when I met Richardson. I’ve been thinking about them most of the time, and my plan is still in motion, but seeing them in person, I can feel my blood boiling in my veins.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, gripping my glass tightly as I watch them moving through the room, smiling and making comments this way and that. What the hell are they doing here?
Richardson approaches them like some puppy, following them around the room, and even Marissa tails behind. It’s like my two worlds are finally crashing together.
And seeing Marissa next to Emme, I finally realize I can’t compare them. Emme’s beauty outshines Marissa’s attractiveness by a mile and I am immediately annoyed by the fact I can’t have the real thing.
I realize I’m staring a minute too late, because the face I see every day in the mirror turns towards me, and I’m face to face with my twin brother.
His mouth gaps open at the sight of me and I raise my glass in the air with a smirk, toasting him.
Before I can do anything, he comes over in three long strides, until we’re finally face to face. After two years and three months, here is my twin, Blane. And I have to fight every urge in my body so I don’t rip his throat out.
“Brother,” I say with a smirk and he looks at me with pure confusion.
But there’s more there. He’s anxious, scared. He’s homesick, I can tell. He wants to talk.
I pity him for his weakness.
“Aiden,” he says, his voice shaking with shock.
“It’s Adam now,” I say calmly. For once, I’m happy I changed my name. I’m sure Blane and Emme wouldn’t be here had they known whose exhibition it was. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“You’re all the rage,” Blane admits and a small smile crosses his lips. “I always believed in your art, Ai-Adam. You know that.”
I smirk, not bothering to say a thing, and instead feeling sorry for the spineless prick he is.
I fucked his girl. I fucked him over. I ruined their lives, and I’m nowhere near done yet. Yet here he is, smiling at me like I’m a motherfucking prize at a festival.
He steps around awkwardly and finally clears his throat. I can tell he’s about to start saying some emotional crap, but instead, I decide to cut him off immediately.
“So, back to work,” I say with a bored voice. I can see I’ve cut him deep to the bone, the disappointment clear on his face.
“Sure,” he says roughly. “I hope …”
I don’t let him finish. I leave my boyfriend alone as I walk away from him.
I make sure to make my path cross with Emme’s, knowing it will drive him insane and make her uncomfortable. She hasn’t spotted me so far, but I make sure to bump into her when I pass by.
I take a whiff of her silky skin when I’m next to her, and there it is again, her unmistakable scent. She wobbles on her heels and steadies herself on me.
“So sorry about that!” she gushes, even though I’m the one who tripped her. Then, her eyes finally meet mine.
The moment when her expression full of apologies turns into fear is the moment I live for. I can almost hear her quickened heartbeat, smell the beads of sweat forming on her skin.
“No,” she breathes softly when she sees me, and I reply with a self-satisfied smirk.
She’s still terrified. Just the way I like her.
“Get ready, sweet Emme,” I say softly, just loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough to make her question whether that was really what I said.
I leave her flushed yet pale, and I’m out the door.
I don’t give a fuck about the exhibition again, my mind too preoccupied with Emme and what I want to do with her.
Won’t be long now …
Chapter 5
I’m fucking another girl today.
I don’t remember her name, which I’m pretty sure she whispered in my ear huskily when I got to the club. That was right before she dragged me into one of the private rooms.
I’m riding her hard, my dick bumping against her insides, while she clenches, desperately begging for more.
“Yes, baby,” she moans for me, just how I like it.
But there’s too much acceptance here. She likes the pain. Embraces it. And I want her to fucking hurt, just like I am. But every time I pound harder, she just moans for more instead of asking me to stop, plead like Emme did.
I take her ponytail in my hand and pull it back roughly, making her head twitch backwards. She looks at me with shock, the surprise wild in her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she wants to know, her voice raspy, a hint of the fear I so desire already present in there.
“Making you come,” I tell her with a wicked smile.
I step away from her, my rock hard cock sliding out of her pussy as she begs for more.
I’m not done just yet.
I look around the room as the music from the front room of the club pounds, like my heartbeat pulsing the blood through my veins. It’s equipped for what we’re doing right now, which is exactly the reason why I came here.
Club Zero is a new discovery, and it’s the perfect way to get loose. I heard of it through word of mouth, though apparently, no one is allowed to talk about it. As soon as I walked in there for the first time, I realized why.
It’s a sex club.
A proper place where people meet up to have sex, no money exchanged.
There are rules, of course.
Rules that I love to break.
My eyes land on an assortment of sex toys discreetly placed in a chest of drawers. My hands linger on a few of them, but none of them please me. Finally, I have a winning idea.
I grab my tie from the pile of clothes I came in wearing and stretch it between my arms, approaching the blonde again.
She’s my type once again, as they all are. Tall, willowy and lithe.
She’s got nothing on Emme, though, and once again, I’m left wanting more.
However, the look of shock in her eyes makes me excited, and that’s gonna have to do for now.
I snap the tie in my hands and grab the girl in my arms before she can make a run for it. She yelps softly, but I’ve already taken her panties from their spot on the floor and stuffed them in her mouth, shutting her up.
I follow up with my tie, tying it tightly around her neck. As she stares at me with a mix of horror and horniness, I grab her and turn her so she’s belly down on the bed.
I grab her thrashing foot and tie the other end of the tie to her ankle, making sure to make it nice and tight. She whimpers something I can’t hear, and I soon realize she’s in a tricky position.
She has to stay nice and upright, otherwise my tie could choke her.
The look in her eyes is wild and shocked, but her heart is pounding with desire, I can tell.
I grab her ankle as I approach her slowly, my cock stiff and ready for her.
“Here we go,” I say softly, my gentle voice the complete opposite of my rough touch. I step closer until I’m positioned at her entrance, her pussy dripping wet and ready for me.
“Take it deep,” I order her, and tease her with my tip on her lips. She moans for more, but I’ve had enough of the gentleness. With a single thrust, I push my whole length as deep as I can.
She cries through the pain, hot tears falling down her face, but I’m nowhere near done.
I don’t stop until her pussy is filled with my come.
I don’t stop as she whimpers for me to do so.
I only finish when I’m done, untying her so she falls down like an old ragdoll.
I press a kiss to her cheek, smiling broadly as I get dressed, watching our juices running down her leg. I imagine hurting her more. Calling her names, slicing into her skin, scratching her with my sharp nails.
But I mustn’t. I must be careful.
“Thanks, doll,” I say to hear, and her glassy eyes follow me out of the room.
I bet she won’t forget her first Club Zero experience.
***
It’s late when I head out of the club, tired but pleased.
My mind is on Emme, as it has been since the night of my opening.
I think of her sweet pouty mouth, the perfect curve of her hips, her small but perfect breasts. I think of sliding inside her, fucking her until she begs for me to stop.
Soon.
I can’t resist it. I decide to walk by the building of the company my father and Emme’s mother built together. It’s late and all the lights are out. The security guard gives me a strange look as I pass by, and I think better of lingering.
I can’t fuck this up now.
She’s almost mine. I can already feel her clit on my tongue.
“Aiden?” a voice interrupts my thoug
hts and I turn around abruptly, only to spot my mirror image. It’s Blane, and I immediately regret my decision to pass this place when I see his half-hopeful, half-heartbroken look.
I don’t respond, instead position myself guardedly with my hands crossed in front of my body. I’m not going to take shit from him in the middle of the night.
A few long moments pass and the silence is getting thick and uncomfortable.
“What are you doing here so late?” I enquire.
“Late night at the office,” he shrugs, refusing to meet my eye.
I look at my watch pointedly. It’s one in the morning. “Must be important,” I say mockingly, getting ready to leave in the next moment.
But Blane’s hand on my forearm stops me from moving forward and I immediately look at him angrily. I hate him touching me.
“Wait, Aiden,” he says like some lost puppy. I pity him, I realize.
“It’s Adam,” I say sternly.
“No, it isn’t,” he says with a groan. “It’s Aiden. It’s the mother our parents gave you and you should be damn well proud of it.”
I hate how he’s lecturing me, already back in the role of the big brother even though it’s been a long time since we’ve been anything close to that.
“Listen,” he says with a sigh, seeing that he’s upset me. “I just …”
“You just what?” I interrupt angrily. “You remembered you had a brother all of a sudden? You’ve forgotten about me for a long time, and now you want a reunion?”
I grit my teeth and we have a stare-off, but Blane stops our eye contact first.
“I just miss you, Aiden,” he says softly. “I was wondering if I could see you sometime. We are brothers … we’re twins, for fuck’s sake.”
I look at him, pondering what he said. I don’t want to say yes, but thoughts of Emme keep coming into my mind. As much as I want to punch my brother in the face for it, he’s currently the one closest to our stepsister.
And I want her for myself.
“I guess,” I say non-committally, and the way his face lights up makes him even more pathetic in my eyes. “We’ll set something up.”
I don’t wait for his response, walking away briskly, my hands tucked in my pockets to hide the smell of the unknown girl’s pussy on them.
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