Drego words kept ringing in my head.
âDavid would never touch you, not even in 5 years.â What does that even mean? Was David impotent but lied that he was on meds? Did I just get married to a man who couldnât get hard for me? And Drego why does he have to be so hot? He looked like David but better, finer, and the way he speaks? Naughty. His eyes were charming, his abs even more asymmetrical than those of Davidâs and his hair wavy to a fault. Everything about his physique screams perfect. I took a bottle of vodka and gulped it down. I just wanted to get rid of the thoughts, living rent-free in my head. I woke up hours later, my stomach rumbling and growling as though I had borborygmus. Apparently, I had so much to drink that I passed out. Still engulfed in alcohol, I staggered downstairs to fix myself dinner. DREGOâS POV I told her I would leave after I freshened up, and I should've. But when she stood there in that silky little robe, all glammed up with fire in her eyes and confusion in her chest, something inside me cracked. Elena. my brother's "wife." The prize he purchased, but to me she wasnât a trophy. She is an irresistible temptation. A walking human-sized temptation wrapped up in silk. I was not supposed to want her, but I did. I thought she would persuade me to leave but she didnât come speak to me again, I knew she thought I had left. I watched from the corner as she entered the kitchen when it was nightfall to make herself dinner. She is such a beauty to behold and I know deep down that David with his nonchalance, and cold irrationality does not deserve her. He might have married her but I will keep her and make her mine. She swayed her hips gently, to the rhythm of a song that played from the television, her robe sliding open just enough to reveal that lovely line between her breasts as they jiggled; firm and full. She drank a glass of water gently, and I swear, the sound of her swallowing caused my hands to clench. I could have walked in then and grabbed her but I had different plans. While she cooked I sneaked into her room. The air smelled like her lotionâsweet, warm, and innocent. I didn't switch on the light, didn't need to as I knew what I came for. I removed the small device from my pocket âa micro camera that was already synchronised to my phone and slid it behind her dressing mirror, carefully angled. The red light flickered once and then vanished. A sign that it has started recording. I shrugged, telling myself I just needed to know her better. But the truth is I always wanted to see her. âââ By past midnight I returned to her room, quiet, barefoot, and shirtless. The blue light from her room made her skin glow as she tangled in her linens. She resembled a goddess as she slept with no idea I was standing there. My heart raced, as I stared at her as if I had never seen a woman before. "Elena," I called as I lay down beside her, my voice low and husky. She moved, her eyes blinked open, and then closed again. "David when did you come?â she muttered with sleepy eyes. I smiled. âI came for you babyâ and then I kissed her before she could protest, before she realized that Iâm Drego not David. Her hands gripped my shoulder as I deepened the kiss like an obsessed man. Her robe slid open at the top, displaying her delicate and flawless skin. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails running down my back as her breath caught. I caressed her, ripping the robe away from her body, exposing every inch of her I'd fantasised about since the first time I saw her. And when she gasped, arching into my touch, I realised: She desired this. She wanted me. I pulled her back onto the bed and kissed her down to her neck and across her chest, leaving a path of heat throughout her entire skin. I sucked her breast, fumbling her nipples with my lips and teeth slowly and deeply, enjoying the way her thighs clung to me. I spread open her legs and discovered she was already dripping wet. This aroused me more and made my cock jerk. I buried my face inside her thighs and using my tongue I licked and sucked on her juices as she moaned loudly with intense pleasure. Her hands were everywhereâ on my back, grasping the sheets as my fingers moved between her thighs, then to her p*ssy thrusting and fingering her. In the heat of the moment, while I was enjoying myself at her body rhythm, the way she moaned and the sweet taste of her drove me crazy. She touched my hair and squeezed and thatâs when she discovered Iâm Drego. My curly hair sold me away. âWhat the fuck!â She jerked off from me and yelled, trying to cover her body with the blankets. âWhat are you doing here? Youâre supposed to have left.â âTo pleasure you baby, and yank that starvation out of your bodyâ I shrugged, knowing fully well I got her where I wanted already, so itâs almost impossible for her to reject me. She bit her lip, breathless. "Drego⊠you are taking advantage of me" âIâm not! I just need you and I know you want this tooâ I stood up letting my erect d*ck stretch out onto her face. I watched her stare at it with utmost satisfaction but at the same time, there was worry in her eyes. âIâm married to your twinâ she mumbled, destabilizing my mood. âIt doesnât matter, Iâm just filling in the gap your so-called husband couldnât. Allow me to pleasure you baby and after we can act like this never happenedâ I assured her, even though within me I knew I was lying. I glanced at her subtly, I could read her body movements. Her body wanted me badly but her soul was unwilling. I didnât give her any more time to think about it, I just held her leg and before she could react I gently slid my middle fingers into her horny pot. It flowed like living waters. She was completely wet. I continued to rub her clit as she began to moan again "Tell me you want me," I uttered "I shouldnâtâŠ" "But you do," I added another finger inside her slowly and deeply. Her back arched off the bed, lips parted. âThat's it,â I whispered into her ear. "Let me make you feel what he never could." She did not stop me. Not even when I spread her thighs further. Not when I thrust deep into her, thick and hard, filling her inch by inch. She cried out, not in pain, but in relief. I moved slowly at first, savouring her heat, holy shit she was tight as hell, and the way she clung to me as if she didn't want to let go? Amazing. I seized her wrists, pinned them above her head, and claimed her. Every thrust was deep. Controlled. Brutal in its compassion. "Say my name," I commanded. "Drego!â she exclaimed. "Drego⊠oh my god." She moaned louder, as her body convulsed beneath me. She came hard, gripping around me as she orgasmed and cried into the blankets. She tasted like sugar, the kind that caused diabetes. I couldnât hold back any longer. I followed right after, groaning her name into her neck and emptying into her as she shuddered beneath me. We collapsed into each other, sweaty, breathless, and gasping for air. I kissed her shoulder, cheeks, and lips. For a brief while, everything was Perfect Until she stood up to go wash and⊠Beep. A mild mechanical click. Fuck the camera! Her head snapped towards the mirror. "Did you hear that?" she said, sitting up. Another beep. Her gaze focused on the blinking red light beside the mirror and instantly her face turned pale. "Wait⊠what is that?" "Elena.. wait I..â I tried to explain but words failed me. She jumped out of bed, shifted the mirror from the wall, and took out the little camera. Then her eyes slowly shifted to mine, wide and furious. "Drego," she whispered. "You recorded me?" "I didn't mean forâŠ" "You f*cking recorded me?!" She slammed the camera to the ground, shattering it as she shiverered, half-naked, and aggravated. "I trusted you! I let you in." Her voice crackled. "So all these were your plans? To fuck and film me?!" "Elena, listen⊠pls hear me out IâŠ" "GET OUT!" She yelled. I grabbed her arm, but she backed away, wrapping her robe around her like a shield. "I never want to see you again," she remarked, her tone icy. "You're sick, you need help!!!" She shouted. At that moment, I realised I messed up. Because now I didn't only want her. I needed her. And maybe... I might have just lost her.I stood there, completely frozen in that cafe. Cindyâs voice rang in my ears like a gunshot. âIâm seeing someone. His name is⊠Drego knight.âMy stomach twisted, and my lips felt dry. I managed a smile, one that was more of a sneer or a grimace, barely reaching my eyes. âDrego⊠thatâs⊠a strong name.âShe giggled like a schoolgirl. âI know, right? Heâs intense and hot. He treats me like a queen and is even thinking of getting a place here, just for us to cohabit and then get married.âMy vision blurred, and a dizzy nausea crept up my throat. He told her all that? Was he serious with her?This wasnât some game to him. He wasnât just toying with her or having a night stand. He was in a whole damn relationship.And yet, he touched me, kissed me, claimed me like I was his, while loving someone else.The betrayal stung more than I wanted to admit. And you know whatâs even worse⊠I let him do all that to me.I felt stupid and used. I quickly dismissed Cindy, but in order not to look ecce
ELENAâS POVI couldnât sleep at all. It felt like I couldnât even catch my breath. Every time I shut my eyes, there he was. Drego.I could still feel the way his mouth moved against mine, the intensity of his grip, and the way he looked at me as if I were something forbidden that he just couldnât resist. And the worst part? I liked it. No, scratch that. I loved it. My body still throbbed from his touch. My lips felt puffy from his kisses. Deep down, I craved it again. But I hated myself for it. What had I done? The sheets still held his scent, even though I had already changed them out, but it was like his memory had seeped into the very fabric of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs tucked beneath me, feeling heavy. âWhatâs wrong with me?â It was a mistake, a huge one. An abomination in fact. If ears get to hear that I had sex with my husband's brother, not just a brother but a twin; same blood, same mother, same placentaâŠAnd yet⊠The way he filled me up, the way
Drego words kept ringing in my head.âDavid would never touch you, not even in 5 years.â What does that even mean? Was David impotent but lied that he was on meds? Did I just get married to a man who couldnât get hard for me?And Drego why does he have to be so hot? He looked like David but better, finer, and the way he speaks? Naughty. His eyes were charming, his abs even more asymmetrical than those of Davidâs and his hair wavy to a fault. Everything about his physique screams perfect.I took a bottle of vodka and gulped it down. I just wanted to get rid of the thoughts, living rent-free in my head. I woke up hours later, my stomach rumbling and growling as though I had borborygmus. Apparently, I had so much to drink that I passed out. Still engulfed in alcohol, I staggered downstairs to fix myself dinner.DREGOâS POVI told her I would leave after I freshened up, and I should've. But when she stood there in that silky little robe, all glammed up with fire in her eyes and confusion
It began with his hand on my back. Just a small touch. But my body acted as if it had been waiting, starving. I had hardly stepped out of the shower, dressed only in a silk robe, my nipples piercing hard like it had plans to burst my dress open. I turned and David stood behind me in my room. His gaze fixed on me, dark, unreadable, and passionate. "Cold?" he asked quietly, his voice rough. I nodded. But I wasn't only cold; I was terribly horny. I recalled I told David no intimacy, no touching, but how could that be possible seeing him almost naked. Apart from the little boxers he wore on his waist, and a sparkly white singlet that clung to his abs like a second skin, he had nothing else on.His fingers brushed against my spine, slowly and carefully, causing tremors deep within me."You shouldn't walk around in that," he said softly, his breath brushing my ear. "Why?" I challenged quietly. "Afraid your little contract wife might make you lose control?" He turned around with ease, p
I could barely sleep. My fingers shook as I spent hours searching for âDrego Knight,â but it was like he had vanished. No social media posts, no news articles â nothing recent at all. Just a few old photos⊠and then, silence. It felt like heâd never been here at all.But those images? The resemblance was chilling.Two perfect faces. One Ice, one fire.And now, I have no idea which one I am married to.âââThe next morning, I walked into the kitchen in my silk robe, hoping for a cup of coffee and some quiet. Instead, I found David â shirtless, standing at the counter like a Greek god who owned time itself.He was backing me, muscles flexing as he stirred something in a silver teapot.âGood youâre awake, Iâm making coffee for both of usâ he started.âI donât remember signing up for a personal chef,â I responded, crossing my arms.He turned slowly, his expression unreadable. But that smirk? It felt almost⊠playful.âYou looked like you needed something to make you feel better. Figured yo
Elenaâs povI glanced at the contracted document before me like it was a silent demon. Nice typefaces, Legal jargon. A simple signature spot at the bottom, ready to rip five years from my life. "Marry him," my father replied, his voice filled with shame. "It's the only way to save the company." I blinked hard, attempting not to crumble in front of the two men who sat opposite me. My fatherâ Mattew Stoneâ sat at one end of the mahogany table. He was once a proud tough businessman, but now drowning in debt and sorrow. The other man sitting adjacent to me, held the fate of my family legacy in his hands like a glass of wine. âDavid Knightâ is one of the top business enthusiasts in Los Angeles. Clothed in a black suit, he looked impeccable. His dark hair was slicked back, showing a strong jawline and piercing steel-blue eyes that did not flinch at my father's request. He hadn't said much since he arrived, but the strength of his silence carried weight. The type that squeezed into my