Semua Bab Craving my Husband’s Twin, A lustful Obsession. : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I could barely sleep. My fingers shook as I spent hours searching for “Drego Knight,” but it was like he had vanished. No social media posts, no news articles — nothing recent at all. Just a few old photos… and then, silence. It felt like he’d 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.–––The next morning, I walked into the kitchen in my silk robe, hoping for a cup of coffee and some quiet. Instead, I found David — 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.“Good you’re awake, I’m making coffee for both of us” he started.“I don’t remember signing up for a personal chef,” I responded, crossing my arms.He turned slowly, his expression unreadable. But that smirk? It felt almost… playful.“You looked like you needed something to make you feel better. Figured yo

Drego words kept ringing in my head.“David would never touch you, not even in 5 years.” What does that even mean? Was David impotent but lied that he was on meds? Did I just get married to a man who couldn’t 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 David’s 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.DREGO’S 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

I stood there, completely frozen in that cafe. Cindy’s voice rang in my ears like a gunshot. “I’m seeing someone. His name is… Drego knight.”My 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. “Drego… that’s… a strong name.”She giggled like a schoolgirl. “I know, right? He’s 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.”My vision blurred, and a dizzy nausea crept up my throat. He told her all that? Was he serious with her?This wasn’t some game to him. He wasn’t 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 what’s 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

“Stop,” I whispered to Drego.“Why?” His breath was warm against my ear. “Is it because you’re married? Or are you scared I might do things to your body that no one ever has?”Before I could respond, his lips were suddenly on mine. It was warm and salty, it felt raw, filled with desperation and longing. My brain screamed at me to push him away, but my fingers had already gripped the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. His hands found their way to my waist, holding me as if I belonged to him. Then to my ass as he squeezed and squished which made me moan softly into his mouth. I melted against him, our bodies pressing together as he deepened the kiss.“Drego…” I tried to catch my breath, but he silenced me again with his mouth.I knew it was wrong, so dangerously wrong but with every touch, every pull of his fingers, my strong will crumbled. I hated him but yet I wanted him. And I hated the fact that I wanted him so badly. Ever since the first day we made out, I hadn’t stopped fa

ELENA’S POV Guilt was gnawing at me, eating me alive like fire burning on dry paper. Ever since Cindy burst in and since that slap, I’d been trying to convince myself to end this madness. I told myself I wouldn’t answer Drego’s texts. I promised I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me, hearing from me, or pulling me back into his world. But my mind had other plans. Every time I shut my eyes, I could feel his hands on me. Rough, desperate, claiming every part of me. His deep flirtatious voice, teasing, commanding, and echoing in my head. And worse still, my body was weak against him, even when my heart screamed no! I hated him. God, I really do. But deep down, I blamed myself even more for wanting him. “Babe,” David’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He was sitting on the couch, his tie loosened, eyes soft in a way that always made me feel safe. Unlike Drego, David didn’t burn me—he calmed me. He was the life I was supposed to want but stupid me I desired otherwise.