All Chapters of The Twin Affair : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Prodigal Twin Returns

~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 can only mean 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

Did you miss me?

~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

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 br

Broken glass

“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

The bad boy's getting cuffed

~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

Over before it even began

~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.

Saved by the rebel

~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 wh

Hangover morning

~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

Dirty House-hunting

~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 hi

Sex-test the house

~Candy~ Our 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 alrea

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