Semua Bab The Twin Affair : Bab 1 - Bab 10

~Candy~My husband has not touched me in six months. No, scratch that, the sadistic bastard loves smacking me around and pounding my head into walls. But he has not fucked me in such a long time. No kisses, ass gropes in the kitchen, and not even the trip to his infamous torture room for a night spent in forced bondage where he’d make me endure his sadistic sexual preferences. This tells me one thing: he has found a mistress or at the very least, someone else occupies his attention. My husband, Ansel, doesn’t love me but he loves taking out his issues on me. After years of being married to him, I’ve accepted his fists are the only way to know he has some sort of interest in me. His sexual sadism is the only kind of love I know. Stockholm syndrome? I don’t know. I can’t psychoanalyze myself. I can only tell you that six months of sexual celibacy is torture for me. The sickest part is…I miss him so much. I miss his torments and punishments. I endure everything he has put me thro

~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 br

~Candy~As soon as Axel leaves for the night, my husband turns to me. He walks slowly, purposefully toward me. I take a few steps back, afraid. Ansel’s eyes flame with hate and jealousy.I recognize that look. His vengeful rage has taken over his body. “I didn’t know he was going to be here,” I start to explain. But he doesn’t care about my explanations. In his mind, he has made up his own scenarios. Ansel grabs me by the throat, squeezing hard.I kick around, slapping his hand, kicking my feet but it’s all useless.He’s too powerful. He knows how to squeeze with just the right amount of pressure to make me lose consciousness.He likes to let me know he holds my life in the palm of his hand. He can take it any time he likes.He likes to see me terrorized. “I swear I didn’t know he was coming back. He just showed up!” I stammer, my voice breaking up from the tight grip. “You let him into our bedroom?” Ansel questions, angrily. This is it. He’s going to kill me. “Nothing happen

~Candy~That night, I hit the clubs and bars downtown to drink away my pain and disappointment. With each drink, I can feel my senses corroding and my inhibitions lowering. “So, I told him to buzz off! Go be with his fancy fiancée,” I say to the bartender in the last bar. The bartender, a woman in her thirties, seems entertained by my life’s story. About Ansel and Axel. “Good for you, sweetie,” she says, wiping down the glasses. “You know, I’m gonna tell my husband to send his ass packing.” I slur my words but, in my head, the pain is still there. Just numb. Axel doesn’t need to live with us. Even though I essentially ended it, I still don’t trust myself around him. I can’t control the way my body reacts to him, or the way I feel every time I see him.I can’t stop myself from desiring him, from wanting him to slam me against the wall and fuck me until my legs give away. I can’t push away all the dirty, filthy, disgusting images that run through my mind when I see him. “Know w

~Candy~“As you can see, the penthouse is spacious with natural light, swimming pool, and a great view of the city,” the realtor, a middle-aged woman with graceful white hair, says. She gestures around, excitedly. She’s right. The penthouse is perfect for Axel. The square foot, bathrooms fitted with jacuzzi, furnishings, and wide kitchen is absolutely perfect for him. And…for Irina. Axel examines it all, touching the walls, peering into the fireplace. “You will not find a better place for this price in town,” the realtor adds. Axel nods and turns to me. “Princess, what do you think?” I stiffen. Don’t call me that, I whisper under my breath. The realtor is staring at me eagerly as if she knows my word is final. “If you are thinking of starting a family soon, I have a more suitable place for you but this is also perfect for new families. You can always get it baby-proofed.” My brows shoot up. “Oh, no, no…’ I start to say but Axel pulls me gently close to him and wraps his hand a