Tyrant Twins: A Dark Twin Romance

by Isabella Starling

"Forgot about a goddamn meeting," he muttered. "And now I'm glad I came back and caught you in the act."

  I groaned and got up, pushing past him to get out of the room, but Dad followed me down the hallway.

  "What you're doing is fucking sick. Does June know you're snooping around her room?"

  "Don't tell her," I threw back at him over my shoulder. "She doesn't need to know."

  "No, she doesn't," he said firmly. "But I'm glad I do. Because now we're going to get rid of this nasty little habit of yours."

  I turned around, smirking into my father's serious face. "You think you can do something to stop me? You can't. She belongs to me."

  "She's thirteen fucking years old," Dad hissed at me. "And she ain't property."

  "You can't stop me," I told him in return. "What are you going to do, old man?"

  I approached him, and Dad cringed back. I already towered over him at seventeen, as did Kade. But Dad and my brother had always been close. They shared a bond I didn't have with either of them, and I was perpetually jealous of it.

  "I'm not going to let you hurt June," he said resolutely.

  "Oh, yeah?" I laughed, not worried in the slightest. "How are you going to do that? You can't do shit, old man. I'm younger than you. Stronger than you. Better than you. And if you try to fucking stop me from getting what I want, I'll make your life a living fucking hell. Who the fuck knows... maybe I'll go after your wifey next? I bet Rachel looks good with nothing but a cock inside her."

  "You're sick." Dad was pale, and I got off on the sight of genuine fear on his face. "You're sicker than I thought. I should have known you were the bad apple…”

  "And you can't do anything to stop me," I reminded him with pleasure.

  "I have to." He seemed determined, but I knew he couldn't do shit to end this. "Does your brother know about this?"

  "Kade?" I laughed out loud. "That piece of shit is fucking clueless."

  "You're a monster." Dad shook his head in disbelief.

  "I know." I grinned. "And I'm going to get my way."

  "Not if I have anything to do with it." Dad stared me down. I didn't look away, and the staring contest lasted until he finally sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm going to send you away."

  "Away?"

  "A college far away," he muttered. "As far away as I can find."

  "I'll be back, though," I reminded him with viciousness. "Any chance I can find, I'll be back."

  "I'll tell Rachel."

  "And what's she gonna do?" I laughed. "She can't stop me, either."

  Dad contemplated my words, seemingly agreeing with me. But when he looked back up at me, he seemed committed. "Then you leave me no fucking choice."

  "No?" I grinned, watching him pick up a vase from the console table in the hallway. "What, you're gonna put together a flower arrangement?"

  “No,” he said. “I’m going to send June away if you don’t stop this. I have to. For her own safety.”

  My face darkened. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

  “Oh, I’m very fucking serious, Parker. What did you think, that you could just get away with this?”

  “You’re not sending June away.”

  “I’m doing whatever the hell I have to keep her safe.”

  “You can’t make her leave.”

  “I can and I will.”

  I stepped right up and glared at his face. “I’m going to kill you if you do that.”

  "No, Parker, you won’t" he replied calmly. "I told you already. I'm going to fucking stop you, no matter what."

  Before I could pull away, the vase smashed against my head. I screamed, but the sound turned into nothing as the world danced before my eyes before finally going black.

  "So, how was your day alone?" Rachel spoke up, giving me a friendly smile. "Did you spend some quality time together?"

  "We really did, didn't we, Parker?" Dad said easily, cutting into the roast. Even though we had maids working for us, we still had family-style dinners. It was tradition. "We had a nice meal together and spent a few hours talking. It's been great catching up, son, right?"

  "It was fine," I hissed. "Congrats on first place, by the way."

  "Thanks." Kade clapped me on the back, glancing at June before returning his attention to the meal before us. "I didn't think I'd manage, but it worked out in the end even though I was so behind in the..."

  His words drifted off. I couldn't focus. I could barely sit after what my father had done to me. And he'd promised he'd do it again, over and over again until I was what he deemed to be good enough for this fucking family.

  After knocking me out with the vase, he tied me to a chair in June's room. He told me he'd have to redo everything—all his hard work—until I was “wired the way I should be.”

  He beat me then. He used a belt until I was fucking covered in welts and painful bruises. He told me this would be a twice-weekly tradition from then on. He told me he'd beat me until he got those demons out of me, and then he forced me to wear long sleeves so nobody would notice my bleeding, black-and-blue skin.

  I'd never seen my father as a monster. He was the quiet, slightly too serious dad who always did his best for us even though he also seemed a little distant. This was the most interest he'd ever shown in me. And little did I know there was a goddamn monster lurking beneath his skin. Maybe we were more alike than I first thought after all.

  We were sitting at the dining table, a happy family on the outside, but utterly broken on the inside. Not that anyone would ever show it. We were all about the perfect family image, at least Rachel and Dad were.

  My father smiled at me from across the table, and I swallowed thickly.

  I hadn't been careful enough. I'd been careless and cocky. And now I was going to pay. I wouldn't get June this way, not while Dad was keeping a watchful eye on me.

  I knew if I wanted June, I'd have to get rid of Dad.

  Rachel would be easier. Rachel loved me. But not Dad. Dad thought I was the bad apple. Dad thought if he beat me enough, he'd really make me right again. But you can't beat the darkness out of anyone. Especially not when they've already pledged their life to it.

  I ate my roast dinner and smiled at the anecdotes and kept my fucking eyes off my stepsister. I'd have to bide my time. I'd have to be careful. But I was more determined than ever. June Wildfox would be my fucking property, and nobody—not even my father—could stop me from having her.

  14

  Kade

  “Fuck, June!” I curse and run my hands through my hair. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

  She’s confused, her naked body enticing me as she steps closer, hands exploring my body. I grab her by the wrists, turning to her with a snarl. She can't touch me, and I sure as fuck shouldn't be touching her. This is fucked up on a different level. We can't go through with it.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, pouting. “I… I thought maybe you would like it. That I saved myself for you.”

  “Like it?” I ask her, gripping her shoulders, focusing my eyes on hers because otherwise, I don't fucking trust myself. “I want you, June. I want you so bad… Do you think you’ll stay with the same person who is your first fuck? Seriously, do you?”

  I’m realizing now what she said could be true. She is twenty-one. She didn’t have a boyfriend when we were still a family. She could be a virgin. June flinches at my words, but I’m not about to stop. I need to convince her just how bad of an idea this is.

  “You won’t stay with him, Junebug,” I tell her, softer this time. “You just won’t.”

  She looks me dead in the eyes, her mouth pouting. “I do what I want,” she says sternly, and suddenly, her hands have found my jeans, pulling down the zipper. “Haven’t you figured that out yet, Kade? I always get what I want.”

  Her voice is sweet as sugar as her hand pushes down my boxers and pulls out my hard cock. I groan and close my eyes as she gasps with surprise, barely able to circle her fingers around the thick head.

  “Don’t, Ju
ne,” I beg her because I don’t trust myself around her, not now, not ever. But she doesn’t listen. Instead, she kisses me roughly, her finger circling the tip of my cock while I fight all my inner demons. I try so hard to resist my fingernails dig into my palms, leaving painful, bloody crescent moons behind. But when her tongue meets mine, and her fingers grow wet with my pre-cum, I know I’ll lose this battle eventually.

  “Fuck,” I moan, my hands shaking as I bury them in my hair, pleading with my eyes to make her stop. June doesn’t listen. She slides down until she’s on her knees, and she pulls my jeans and boxers down. My cock springs up to her mouth as though I’ve been waiting for her to lick it all my life. She’s taking her time, and it’s killing me, but if this is dying, I want her to do it every second of every day. She gently takes the base of my cock in one hand, her mouth slipping over the tip as I groan loudly.

  Her tongue flicks against the tip, teasing me relentlessly. Just when I’m about to demand more, she leans closer to take me in her mouth so slowly it’s killing me. With each extra inch in her mouth, my resolve weakens. She chokes a little, and I whisper for her to stop, but she is even more determined. She keeps going, leaning forward until I’ve filled up every empty inch of her mouth.

  “Fuck, Junebug,” I groan, and my hands find her head. I wrap them in her hair and push her forward as gently as I can when all I want is to come down her throat. But I force myself to be the nice guy. That's what she needs right now. She moans softly against me, and then she moves her tongue against the base of my cock up, up, up. I curse loudly and bite my bottom lip as she moves away, focusing on licking the wet tip of my cock.

  “See?” she asks. "Getting what I want again..."

  I look down, and I’m pretty sure that’s when I lose it. Seeing her on her knees, playing with her tits with one hand while she jerks me off into her mouth with the other absolutely kills me.

  “I’m good at it,” she says innocently, her tongue poking out of her mouth to lick the length of my stiff cock.

  “I can’t,” I groan, moving away, and just as she’s about to doubt me, I lift her up from the floor and place her on the bed, climbing on top of her. She laughs softly as I kiss her, but her laughter turns to moans as soon as my fingers find their way between her legs. I stroke her, teasing her as she begs for more, until neither of us can take it anymore.

  “Fuck me, Kade,” she asks me, her eyes wide open. “I need to feel you inside…”

  She opens her legs for me, and I know then I've already lost the battle. I rush to get to my jeans, pulling out a condom and breaking the wrapper. I roll it on my length and get right back to June.

  “Help me out.” I smile at her and place her hand on my cock. She looks confused for a second, but next thing I know, she’s rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit as she moans with pleasure.

  “Kade,” she whispers.

  “You want me inside?” I ask her softly, and she nods vigorously. “Say it,” I tell her.

  She doesn’t do it right away, though. Instead, she places my tip at her entrance and looks at me, wide-eyed. “Please,” she says. "Don't you want to fuck me?"

  The way she pleads fucking breaks me. Her eyes are hungry for more. I've held back for so fucking long, too long, and I can't last another second without feeling her tightness gripping me, wrapping around me, and milking my cock for all its worth.

  "Don't you want to save it?" The words fall from my lips before I can stop myself. "Don't you want someone else to take your virginity, Junebug?"

  "No," she replies instantly. "I have been saving it... Saving it for you."

  And then the dam breaks and I can’t hold back any longer.

  I push inside her, and I know it’s too rough, know it might hurt, but I can’t fucking take it anymore.

  “Kade!” she yelps under me as I push inside her, and she gasps and gasps and gasps.

  “Does it hurt?” I remember to ask between bursts of pleasure. My cock has never been in a tighter hole. The pleasure is almost too much to take, making me see spots before my eyes as I slowly, mercilessly bury myself in my stepsister's folds. "Tell me it hurts, Junebug."

  “Yes,” she whispers. “You feel so good, Kade. It hurts so fucking good. More, please …”

  I never thought June would be a glutton for pain, but the harder I thrust my hips against her squirming body, the more she moans my name. Her voice is pure desperation, dripping with the primal need to give herself to me, to let me have everything she's saved for me all these years. I'm not thinking about how wrong it is now. It couldn't possibly be wrong when it feels like this, could it?

  I don’t stop, and I push deeper inside her as she gasps for air, scratching my back wildly. “Please,” she keeps repeating until I shut her up with my mouth.

  I want her to enjoy it, too, but I’m a selfish bastard, so I keep pushing deeper, as deep as I can get. I fuck her hard, and she begs for more against my mouth.

  "Wait," she cries out, and I stop even though it's the hardest fucking thing I've had to do my entire life. "Wait, Kade..."

  "What?" I groan.

  Her eyes meet mine. Her gaze is devilish, mischievous, and it's only serving to make my cock harder than ever. "Take the condom off, Kade."

  "Are you fucking crazy?" I groan. "You on the pill?"

  She shakes her head, and my cock jumps inside her. Fuck. She's making me crazy, putting all these wild ideas in my head.

  "Any other protection?" Another shake of her head. "You want me to fuck you bare, Junebug? What if...?"

  "Then let it happen," she says passionately, tangling her fingers in my messy hair. "Maybe I want it to fucking happen..."

  "You're crazy, girl." Still, I pull my cock free of her tight grip, and she moans when she sees me roll the condom off. Carefully, I place it on her belly. I know this is crazy. I know we shouldn't. I also know there's no fucking way in hell I can hold back after the way she asked me to do it. "You sure about this, June?"

  "Yes," she responds feverishly. "I want to feel you... Bare... With nothing between us. Don't you, Kade? Don't you want to fuck me raw?"

  I swallow thickly. I don't know if she's even aware of how much this is turning me on. How hard it is to resist hurting her. Because I have dark blood running through my veins... And I want to see her in pain, whimpering and begging for more. If she keeps going like this, it's going to be really fucking hard for me to resist her.

  Without saying another word, I answer her question by slowly pushing my cock inside her tight hole. She moans, throwing her head back as I penetrate her. She's impossibly, painfully tight, and I fucking love it. I start rocking my hips forward, driving my length into her without mercy.

  It takes a while for her to get used to it. I'm so fucking distracted by her tight grip I barely notice her little whimpers. Her little pussy doesn't just have my cock in a vise-like grip, it's got my fucking mind, too. I can't think about anything other than fucking her, driving my length inside her again and again. I'm addicted already, and I should've known better than to do this. Should've realized one taste of June would leave me fucking crazy, demanding more and more from her innocent, unbroken body.

  My cock hardens to the point of bursting, and so does June. My hand finds its way to her throat then, and I hold her firmly in place.

  "You want me to come inside you?" I grunt. "Want me to fill that little pussy up?"

  "Yes," she whispers, eyes delirious, face feverish. "Fill me, Kade. I want all of you... I want you to have me, all of me."

  She arches her back for me, and my hands slip under it, bringing her closer as I exhale her name.

  “Kade!” she moans in my ear, and it’s the last thing I need to give me the release I crave.

  “Yes, baby,” I whisper back. “Here you go, June. Here you fucking go, Junebug. You can have it all...”

  I come inside her as she screams my name. I’m so tired I could collapse right next to her, but I kiss her once more, reveling in her taste, her ragged
breaths. I slip my cock out slowly as she whimpers. My cum stains her sheets along with her blood. Fuck, what a goddamn mess we've made... and what a beautiful mess it is.

  She curls up close to me, and I close my eyes for a second, thanking God or whoever made this possible for her. For this. For us.

  She kisses me softly but passionately—as though I’m all there is for her.

  “How bad did it hurt?” I ask her as I break our kiss with her lying in my arms.

  Her head is resting on my shoulder, her fingers circling my skin as she looks up into my eyes with a devilish grin.

  “So bad,” she answers. “But I loved it, Kade. Does it always hurt this much?”

  I smile back at her innocence. “Not always. Not unless you want it to.”

  "I do want it to," she whispers, and my cock hardens again. Fuck me, she's goddamn perfect.

  "It will feel better next time,” I promise her as I think of all the things she has yet to experience. All the things I want to show her. "I’ll make it better for you every time, Junebug...”

  After all, we have all the time in the world now.

  It’s hours later, and we’re sitting in the living room. She’s wearing my shirt and a thong that’s driving me crazy. I’m naked because I like the way her eyes sweep my body like she wants to lick me all over. The doorbell rings, and June jumps excitedly.

  “Finally,” she moans along with her stomach grumbling on cue. I laugh. “Took him ages. I need that pizza,” she tells me with all seriousness as she hurries to the door.

  I run up behind her, smacking her ass as she shrieks with pleasure. She runs ahead to open the door to the pizza guy as I risk a look at myself in the mirror. I look… happy. It's fucking weird. I haven’t been happy since I was a child. Since before Rachel told June and me we shouldn't be together. After the butterfly... after June came into my life, I saw the first glimpse of happiness, but then it fell through my hands, slipping away like grains of sand.

  I don't get the chance to dwell on my emotions any longer because the person at the front door isn't the pizza delivery guy after all. It's Parker, and he looks pissed as fuck.