The Twin Affair

~Candy~ I scramble away from him like I had just seen a ghost. It might as well be. What are the odds that my husband’s identical twin would show up today? “What the fuck are you doing here, Axel?” The last time I checked, he’s supposed to be in Europe. He has been living there ever since I married Ansel five years ago. He has never visited us. Never even came to our wedding. “You looked like you needed a good fuck so I obliged. Jesus, has my brother not been fucking you right? You were hungry, primal, desperate. I couldn’t resist,” Axel replies. His eyes narrow, his lips curl upwards. I can detect the desire in him. He has never been able to hide the way he felt about me. It’s nice to know some things haven’t changed. He still has that bad boy, ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude that makes his brother hate him. I pull the bedsheet around my body, remembering the last time we saw each other. In his brother’s bathroom where he had slammed me against the mirror and nearly fucked

“I love the way you say my name,” Axel whispers against my neck. His breath is hot against my skin. “Axel,” I repeat. His name sounds like melted butter in my mouth. Sensual, seductive, wild. This is wrong. This is all wrong. I took a vow to commit to my husband. The first twin.Why the hell am I breaking that vow with the second, wilder twin? The wrong twin. The one that would surely ruin my life. But everything’s different with Axel.With Ansel, it’s all about morbid control. All about his own desires.But Axel knows how to manage control, to spin it into a pleasurable experience for me.For one thing, I am not afraid of Axel. I am enthralled by him. “We shouldn’t do this,” I whisper to him. “Yeah, we shouldn’t….” he returns hoarsely. That voice has a hold on me. A strange hallucinatory effect.The low rumble of it, the duskiness, and rough edge captures my entire body, holding me captive. He pulls my panties aside, his finger searching for and finding my clit.He begins to ru

~Candy~I can’t breathe. My breath stalls somewhere inside me. I stare at the woman, Irina, and back at Axel. He knew this was happening when he fucked me last night? He knew he was about to become a husband. A wave of betrayal surges inside me. I feel used. Just like every other girl in his life, Axel has used and discarded me. It’s so crazy that I even thought he had changed. Irina struts over to me. She looks like she had just walked off the Vogue magazine, like she could walk Victoria Secret runway. Her make-up is perfectly matched; every shade fits her. Her dress fits her snugly with boobs pressing up. Her oval face is perfect, too. Her feline eyes and arched brows scrutinized me. She has long legs like a dancer, sinewy with tight muscles and golden long hair flowing down her back. She never has to worry about her weight or wearing the wrong shade of makeup. She’s perfect. Perfect for Axel. A blonde just like the girls he used to mess around with in high school. His type.

~Candy~ I wake up the next morning, hungover. I turn around in bed, exhausted. The curtains are open, letting in bright rays of sunlight that trigger the pounding in my head. What the hell happened last night? “Ah, about time princess, morning,” Axel’s voice echoes in the room, surprising me. I spin around and find him sitting on the couch in the corner, flipping through a magazine. As soon as I see him, all the sleepiness and hangover vanish. My eyes suddenly clear up. “Jesus, what happened?” I ask. He glances up from the magazine. “Oh, you don’t remember last night?” Bits and pieces return to mind: barhopping last night, getting drunk, the rest is a little fuzzy. “You seriously don’t remember?” He laughs. The tone of his voice puts me back outside the bar. I remember him kicking the shit out of that poor creep. My expression change. “You were there. How’d you find me last night?” He closes the magazine. “You are lucky I was close by. I traced your phone location

CandyOur lips clash, the waves of pleasure igniting inside me. I am hungry for his taste, desperate for his scent, pulsating with animal lust for his touch.I claw through his back, almost drawing blood.He moans into my mouth, urgently, desperately. His tongue digging into my mouth, our saliva mixing together disgustingly.“Candy…” he whispers. My name sounds exotic on his lips. “Fuck me, Axel…” I beg him. I want his enormous dick moving inside me, destroying me, turning me inside out.“Not so fast, princess,” he whispers into my mouth. His breath hot against mine.Axel lifts me onto the kitchen island like I weighed next to nothing. He ruffles through my silk gown, searching for my underwear. His fingers rough up my skin, digging into my skin.When he finds my lace panties, he pulls it low until they collect in a pool around my knees.With a devious smile, he goes down on his knees while holding my gaze. His eyes never leave mine.He pushes my knees apart. “You’re already wet for