Craving my husband’s twin, A lustful obsession

It began with his hand on my back. Just a small touch. But my body acted as if it had been waiting, starving.

I had hardly stepped out of the shower, dressed only in a silk robe, my nipples piercing hard like it had plans to burst my dress open. I turned and David stood behind me in my room. His gaze fixed on me, dark, unreadable, and passionate.

"Cold?" he asked quietly, his voice rough.

I nodded. But I wasn't only cold; I was terribly horny. I recalled I told David no intimacy, no touching, but how could that be possible seeing him almost naked. Apart from the little boxers he wore on his waist, and a sparkly white singlet that clung to his abs like a second skin, he had nothing else on.

His fingers brushed against my spine, slowly and carefully, causing tremors deep within me.

"You shouldn't walk around in that," he said softly, his breath brushing my ear.

"Why?" I challenged quietly. "Afraid your little contract wife might make you lose control?"

He turned around with ease, placing one hand on my waist. Our gazes locked. I felt something shift in him as he leaned in and kissed me without saying another word.

The kiss wasn't careful but raw, intense, and deep. Full of what felt like ownership. I melted into it, my fingers gripping his singlet and pressing my body against him while he gently pushed me against the wall. I felt like I should enter into his skin, gosh he smelled so edible.

His hands moved over my thighs, hips, and waist, claiming territory as I moaned softly into his mouth.

I could have easily said no, refused him, and walked away but I hadn’t been touched in two years. Not since my last heartbreak with Ray. The breakup made me celibate, and now, all the longing I had buried came flooding out like a tidal wave.

His lips moved down my neck as my robe slid off one shoulder. My skin trembled and my breath caught. I didn’t realize how badly I had starved my body and how it craved to be touched until now. In between my legs were already dripping wet ready to be devoured as he grabbed and caressed my titties.

I was ready, pulling him in. But suddenly he stopped. Just like that. His breathing was heavy, his body tensed, but he drew back as if someone had slammed the brakes on his desire.

"David?" I whispered, puzzled, aroused, and disappointed all at once. He turned away and paced the room like a man on edge.

"We need to stop."

"Why?"

“I shouldn’t have even started this,” he mumbled. “Because I can’t finish it.”

I blinked hard. "What do you mean?"

He rubbed a palm across his face, avoiding my gaze. He tried to walk away but I followed and pulled his hands.

“Do you intend to leave me by myself like this?” I asked frowning.

He looked at me "I have been on medications. For anxiety. My doctor gave me something new a few months ago. Which messed with my body.”

I froze. Then he shouted it—raw and uncensored. "Elena, I can't get hard. Not with this crap in my system, it has been hell."

Silence filled the room. Not awkward, just heavy. I refrained from passing judgment on him, I wasn’t particularly angry, just disappointed.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Is it something to parade about? Besides, I only met you 2 weeks ago” he said quietly. "This was supposed to be just business, remember?"

I folded my arms, feeling vulnerable in more ways than one. My clit was still vibrating, my nipples hard and my body felt hot. Why did he have to get me here before saying all this, I thought.

David stared at me. “I didn't mean to,” he said like he had just read my thoughts out loud. The pain in his voice was real. This wasn’t just about sex — it was about humiliation, control, self-esteem, and the cracks in his perfect armor.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” he added after a long pause. “A Business trip for three days in Chicago. You'll have the place to yourself. I will get you a maid and a personal guard.”

I nodded slowly. Three days without him, it’ll take my body three days to calm down. I will be fine, after all I have stayed without sex for 2 years so it wasn’t new.

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The penthouse was too quiet the next morning. David was gone. And me, I had showered, eaten, and put on my best perfume. I sat on my dressing mirror applying makeup like I had somewhere to go. I just had this instant urge to look beautiful.

A part of me was still grieving from last night, as I tried hard not to reflect on his wet tongue on my neck, on my skin.

That's when the elevator chimed. I kept quiet, thinking it was the guard David had earlier mentioned who would come in today, but when I got up and opened the door I saw him.

Drego.

The same face, same body. But wilder. Untamed, his hoodie was unzipped, hair messier, smile cocky as ever.

“Don’t panic,” he said, hands raised. "Not here to fight or cause trouble I promise."

I stood at the doorway with one brow arched. "You're not supposed to be here."

"I will be out soon. I’m a bit stressed you know, I just need to shower and take a little nap and I’ll be out of your face in no time," he explained. "I also thought you would want company. You appeared lonely through those large windows."

I rolled my eyes. "You're watching me now?"

"I notice things," he explained as he stepped inside. "Just as you look starved right now."

My stomach flipped. Was it boldly written on my forehead that I’m extremely horny? I thought. He strode passed me, straight toward the couch, and sat like he owned it.

“Relax, Mrs. Knight. Don’t take my words for it." He replied, chuckling lightly. I sighed and followed him. We initially sat in silence, both pretending it was normal.

“The bathroom is straight down on your left,” I spoke first, breaking the silence as it felt awkward.

"I know my way, don't worry, it’s just that you don’t look happy."

I gave him a sharp look. "Excuse me?"

“You are not good at pretending, I just figured out. I see it in your eyes,” Drego remarked. “Has David touched you? You looked starved.”

I swallowed heavily. “It’s not your business.”

“Maybe not,” he said. "But I think you deserve more than being a contract trophy on a shelf."

My gaze stiffened. “Is that what you think I am? Why would you say that?”

“Because David’s too cold to ever rock your world. He won’t touch you, not now, not in 5 years. Should we place a bet?”

I stood abruptly, heart thumping. “Drego, don’t go there.”

He followed me, slowly, like a shadow creeping closer. “I told you I wouldn’t cause trouble. I meant it.” His voice lowered to a whisper. "But you smell like you haven't been touched in years."

"Stop!" I replied, backing away.

He leaned out and brushed his knuckles on my jaw. "You want to feel something again, don't you? He won’t give you that"

I was breathing quickly now. I shoved his hand away from my face. "Don't push your luck,” I cautioned. "I'm married!"

"To a man who bought you," Drego snapped, his voice calm but menacing. "Elena, don't pretend this is love. You are not his wife. You are his prisoner in satin."

My mouth shook, but I held my ground. "Call it whatever, but I signed the contract anyway."

He didn’t reply so I continued, "Please go!"

Drego did not move at first. His eyes scanned mine, wild, curious, and burning. He then took a hesitant step back.

"I will just go refresh and leave” I watched him walk into the guest room downstairs while I spiraled upstairs, back to my room.