Chapter 4: Two Voices in the Hallway 

I froze outside the bedroom door, chills running down my spine. Two identical low voices argued in the hallway, sharp and heated.

“ What the hell do you mean that you had her first? That's bullshit,” one snapped. “I was the one who brought her up here. And she’s gonna carry my heir.” 

The second voice, exactly the same but rougher, shot back. “I fucked her first that night. Don’t act like you own her alone, Dominic.” the voice said fuming.

My hand still hovered over the door handle. My legs wanted to run, but yet I couldn't bring myself to move. So they are actually twins for real. Gosh what the heck have i gotten myself into i had slept with both of them and hadn’t even known.I muttered.

I heard footsteps getting closer to the door. Before I could back away, the door flew open. Dominic’s hand clamped around my arm and yanked me roughly inside. He slammed the door shut, his eyes blazing red with anger.

What the fuck where you standing there for? I heard some noise coming from the hallway and decided to find out the reason why; before you barged in, I explained shuttering.

“Nothing serious, it's just business,” he said smoothly, voice too calm. “Now go back to bed.”

I stumbled but caught myself. “That wasn’t business. Who was that? Why does he sound exactly like you?"I said as I walked towards the bed, turning back to stare at him.

He didn’t answer. He grabbed my waist instead and pulled me hard against himself. His mouth crashed down on mine, rough and demanding, like he could kiss away the questions off my head. I pushed at his chest, but he only held me tighter.

“Dominic...please" I whimpered, the words barely coming out of my mouth. 

“The contract says you would open your legs for me every night,” he growled against my lips. “You signed it. So stop talking and fucking do what you're supposed to do.”

He spun me around, bending me over the edge of the bed. My hands caught the sheets. I heard his pants and belt dropping to the floor. He was right behind me, shoving my legs apart with his knee. No warm-up just like the earlier session we had. He thrust in deep and hard, making me gasp.

The thrusting had hurt, but was quickly replaced by pleasure. Every thrust was rougher than before, almost angry, like he was trying to fuck the suspicion right out of me. My body still responded. My hips rocked back to meet his every thrust even though my mind screamed that something was wrong.

I turned my head and caught sight of his wrist, the scar I remembered it from earlier. But the placement now looked different.

He gripped my hair, pulling my head backward. “Eyes on the bed Lila,” he ordered.

My breath came in short bursts. Pleasure mixed with fear until I couldn’t tell them apart. My orgasm built fast, the tension coiling tight in my belly. I came hard, biting the sheet to muffle my cry. Dominic thrust deeper cumming with a low groan, as he emptied his seed inside of me.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing heavy against my neck. Then he pulled out and stepped back.

I turned around on shaky legs, my pussy still dripping with his cums, I pulled the bed sheet around me. “Tell me the truth. Who was out there?” I asked my gaze never leaving his.

Dominic zipped his pants, his jaw tightening. “Nobody you need to worry about right now.” he hissed.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

Before Dominic could stop it, the door was already opened.

The man who stepped in looked exactly like him. Same height, same dark eyes, same sharp jaw. But the scar on his wrist was on the opposite side. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking straight at me with a slow, dangerous smile.

“My turn tomorrow night, sweetheart,” he said, his voice identical to that of Dominic, but carrying a different edge. “Whether he likes it or not.” he smirked at Dominic.

Dominic moved fast, stepping between us. “Dante. Get the fuck out. Now.” he yelled, causing me to flinch.

Dante didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on me, hungry and amused. “She already knows something’s off. You might as well tell her the rest.” 

My knees felt weak. I clutched the sheet tighter around my chest, my heart racing so hard it hurts. I had slept with both of them. And now neither of them wanted to let me go.

Dante’s smile widened. “Sleep well, Lila. Tomorrow’s gonna be fun.” he winked at me, causing my heartbeat to skip for a bit before turning towards the door, shutting the door behind him.

I finally let out the breath I never knew I was holding back.

Dominic turned to me, his face hard. “Stay in this room. And don’t ask any fucking questions.”

But I already had too many. The opposite scar. The identical voices. The way Dante had looked at me like I already belonged to him too. They all came crashing in my mind.

I looked up at Dominic, my suspicion growing with every heartbeat. “You’re not the only one who had me that night, are you?” I asked my eyes never leaving his.

Dominic’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, voice low and dangerous. “Careful what you ask, wifey.”

The words hung between us. My body still ached from his thrusts, but my mind was spinning faster than before.

I knew somewhere outside that door, his twin was waiting for his turn. And from the way Dante had looked at me told me that it wouldn't be about taking turns on me anymore,

it seemed like the real fight had just started.