The Sin of lust

~Candy~

I push Axel out of the bed. I work fast, trying to get rid of all the evidence of what happened literally five minutes ago.

The room smells of sin, of sex. Axel’s scent hangs heavy in the air.

 Fuck! I open the windows to air it out. I pull out the soaked bedsheets and throw on a robe to cover my nakedness. 

Axel observes me, amused. 

“You need to get the fuck out of here now! My husband’s back!” 

Axel moves reluctantly. Slowly. Like he wants to be caught. He’s not afraid of his brother. Not the way I am. 

“Hurry up! Get out! He’s gonna kill me if he sees you here!” 

Ansel’s a literal sociopath. I am scared of what he might do if he finds out about us. He would rather kill me than let his brother have me.

The only reason he married me had been because 1: He wanted to get his father off his back and 2: He wanted to hurt Axel.

He knew I liked Axel and he knew Axel wanted me back then. Yet, he had swooped in at the last minute with an offer I couldn’t resist. 

He was the older brother, the responsible one. He was not a screwup like Axel.

I thought I would get more stability with him and I did. But I also got years of unearned abuse. 

“Oh, I get it princess. You don’t want your husband to know you enjoyed it when I fucked you!” Axel teases me now.

I push a finger hard into his chest. 

“Don’t you ever repeat that to him. Ever!” 

Axel tilts his head. 

“My God, you are scared of him!” he whispers.

A serious expression descends on his face.

He has always been able to see right through me.

He sees the fear radiating through my body at the thought of Ansel finding out the truth. 

“This can never happen again. Okay?” 

Axel bites the corner of his upper lip.

I already know it will happen again.

He’s a weasel. He’s impossible to get out. Now that he has crawled under my skin, it’d become harder to resist him.

God, I wish he would just fuck off back to Europe and leave me alone. 

Ansel storms into the room, carrying his briefcase and loosening his tie. 

“Candy, whose car is parked downstairs ----” he starts to say but he stops when he sees Axel who is now fully-clothed.

I stand away from him, hoping that Ansel doesn’t suspect a thing or I’m dead! 

“Axel,” he says, a rigid greeting. 

“Ansel,” his brother returns. 

The two brothers stare at each other, challengingly.

Two alphas tugging for dominance.

I can see the aura radiating from them.

Facially, they look exactly alike. Except now, Axel has put some distance in their bodily resemblance. 

When they were younger, Ansel had always been the bigger brother. The scary one.

Now, Axel has brushed past him. Axel is far more attractive now. More dominating.

Ansel can feel it, too. He grinds his teeth angrily. 

“I wasn’t expecting you until next week,” he says. 

Axel shrugs, carefree. 

“Yeah, well, I wrapped up early and here I am.” 

Silence falls. 

The tension can be sliced with a dull knife.

I stand frigid. Any moment now, Ansel will smell his brother on me and all hell will break loose. 

My husband has always been scared of losing everything to his brother.

When we got married, his biggest fear had been losing me to Axel. He had nightmares where he dreamt of Axel attempting to kidnap me. He dreamt of losing the family business to his twin. 

Ansel prided himself on being the better brother. He had gone to business school to take over their parents’ company.

He had married right out of college to please his father. He always wanted to follow in their father’s footsteps and he loved the fact that his brother was the fuckup. It made him the preferred brother. 

I don’t know why Axel’s back now, but I can notice the dynamic between them hasn’t changed much.

Axel still has his air of recklessness. Ansel still has his seriousness. 

“We need to talk, brother. My office is right this way,” Ansel says. 

He eyes me suspiciously as they leave the bedroom.

As soon as they disappear, I fall into bed. Relieved. 

Oh, that could’ve gone bad. Ansel would’ve blown a casket if he found out what happened. 

I touch my hand to my lips, exhaling heavily.

Then, I lower my hands to my breasts, my vagina where I can still feel his dick inside me.

His big dick. Bigger than my husband’s. Oh, I’m so screwed. 

To distract myself, I head downstairs to the kitchen. I fumble around in the fridge, fetching a bottle of water and some cut-up fruits. 

When I close the fridge, I see Axel leaning against it. Waiting for me.

I startle with a jump.

Everything I was holding falls out of my hand and land on the floor with a loud noise. The glasses break into pieces. The fruits scramble away. 

Axel laughs deviously. 

“Jesus. I thought you were still up there!” 

He smiles. He just loves getting under my skin.

“Oh, he's on a call now."

I look behind him up the stairs. Ansel’s not lurking around. 

Axel reads my mind. “Don’t worry, I didn’t tell him I fucked his wife. He’s never gonna find out from me.” 

“Good, it should stay that way. Cause the last thing I need is you fucking up my life right now!” 

He steps closer, tugging at my dress rope to pull it open. 

“Oh, but I know you liked it,” he teases me. 

He pulls me closer, touching me. 

“Stop it, Axel. Please,” I beg without any conviction in my voice. 

He gropes my breasts, playing with my nipples. They harden against my will.

My body reacts completely to him.

He has all the control. I can’t resist him even if I wanted to. I can’t pull away from him. 

My husband can walk through at any moment but it’s that risk that makes this thrilling.

The thrill of being caught makes me hotter. 

I just want him to shove everything off the kitchen island and throw me on top, fucking me right there. 

“Oh, Axel….” I whisper, giving in completely to him.