Tyrant Twins: A Dark Twin Romance

by Isabella Starling

  "Fuck," I curse under my breath, gripping my glass tightly as I watch them moving through the room, smiling and making comments about what they see. What the hell are they doing here?

  Hodge approaches them like some puppy, following them around the room, and even Marissa tails them. It's like my two worlds are finally colliding. And seeing Marissa next to June, I finally realize I can't compare them. June's beauty outshines Marissa's attractiveness by a mile, and I am instantly annoyed I can't have the real thing.

  I realize I'm staring a minute too late because the face I see every day in the mirror turns toward me, and I'm forced to stand off with my twin brother. His mouth gapes at the sight of me, and I raise my glass in the air with a smirk, toasting him.

  Before I can do anything, he takes the three long strides to approach me, and we're finally face-to-face. After a year and three months, here is my twin, Kade. And I have to fight every urge in my body, so I don't rip his throat out.

  "Brother," I say with a smirk, and he looks at me with pure confusion. But there's more there. He's anxious, scared. He's homesick, I can tell. He wants to talk. I pity him for his weakness.

  "Parker," he says, his voice shaky with shock.

  "It's Nox now," I say calmly. For once, I'm happy I changed my name. I'm sure Kade and June wouldn't be here had they known whose exhibition it was. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

  "You're all the rage," Kade admits, and a small smile crosses his lips. "I always believed in your art, Park-Nox. You know that."

  I smirk, not bothering to say a thing, and instead, I feel sorry for the spineless prick he's become. I had my fingers in his girl’s cunt. I fucked him over. I ruined their lives, and I'm nowhere near done. Yet here he is, smiling at me like I'm a motherfucking prize at a festival. He steps around awkwardly and finally clears his throat. I can tell he's about to start with some emotional crap, so I decide to cut him off before he spews any bullshit.

  "Better get back to work," I say with a bored voice. I can see I've cut him deep to the bone, the disappointment clear on his face.

  "Sure," he says roughly. "I hope..."

  I don't let him finish as I spin on my heels and walk away from him, leaving my brother alone. I make sure to cross paths with June, knowing it will drive him insane and make her uncomfortable. She hasn't spotted me so far, but I make sure to bump into her when I pass by. I take a whiff of her silky skin when I'm next to her, and there it is again, her unmistakable scent of strawberries and champagne. She wobbles on her heels and steadies herself on my arm.

  "So sorry about that!" she gushes even though I'm the one who tripped her. Then her eyes finally meet mine. The moment when her expression full of apologies turns into fear is the moment I live for. I can almost hear her quickened heartbeat and smell the beads of sweat forming on her skin.

  "No," she breathes softly when she sees me, and I reply with a self-satisfied smirk. She's still fucking terrified of me. Just the way I like her.

  "Get ready, sweet June," I say softly, just loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough to make her question whether that was really what I said. I leave her flushed yet pale, and I'm out the door. I don't give a fuck about the exhibition, my mind too preoccupied with June and what I want to do with her.

  Won't be long now.

  28

  Parker

  I'm fucking another girl today. I don't remember her name, which I'm pretty sure she whispered in my ear huskily when I got to the club. That was right before she dragged me into one of the private rooms. I'm riding her hard, my dick hurting her deep inside. The girl clenches, desperately begging for more.

  "Yes, baby," she moans for me, just how I like it. But there's too much acceptance here. She likes pain and even embraces it. I want her to fucking hurt like I'm hurting. But every time I pound harder, she just moans for more instead of asking me to stop or pleading like June did. I take her ponytail in my hand and pull it back roughly, yanking her head back. She looks at me with shock, the surprise wild in her eyes.

  "What are you doing?" she wants to know, her voice raspy with a hint of the fear I so desire.

  "Making you come," I tell her with a wicked smile. I step away from her, my rock-hard cock sliding out of her pussy as she begs for more. I'm not done just yet. I look around the room as the music from the front room of the club pounds, like my heartbeat pulsing the blood through my veins. It's equipped for what we're doing right now, which is precisely the reason I came here.

  Club Zero is a new discovery, and it's the perfect way to get loose. I heard of it through word of mouth, though apparently, no one can talk about it. As soon as I walked in there for the first time, I realized why. It's a sex club. A place where people meet up to fuck each other. While no money is exchanged, the costly membership more than makes up for it.

  There are rules, of course. Rules that I love to break.

  My eyes land on an assortment of sex toys discreetly placed in a chest of drawers. My hands linger on a few of them, but none of them please me. And then I have a winning idea. I grab my tie from the pile of clothes I came in wearing and stretch it between my arms, approaching the girl again.

  She's my type; they are all tall, willowy, and lithe. She's got nothing on June, though, and once again, I'm left wanting more. However, the look of shock in her eyes excites me, and that'll have to do for now. I snap the tie in my hands and grab the girl in my arms before she can make a run for it. She yelps, but it's too fucking late. I've already taken her panties from their spot on the floor and stuffed them in her mouth, shutting her up.

  I follow up with my tie, tying it tightly around her neck. As she stares at me with a mix of horror and horniness, I flip her facedown on the bed. I grab her thrashing foot and knot the other end of the tie to her ankle, making sure it’s nice and tight. She whimpers something I can't hear, and I soon realize she's in a tricky position.

  She has to stay nice and upright, otherwise my tie could choke her. The look in her eyes is wild and shocked, but her heart is pounding with desire. I can fucking tell she loves this. I grab her ankle as I approach her, my cock stiff and ready for her.

  "Here we go," I say softly, my gentle voice the opposite of my rough touch. I step closer until I'm positioned at her entrance, her pussy dripping wet and ready for me. "Take it deep," I order her and tease her with my tip on her lips. She moans for more, but I've had enough of the gentleness. With a single thrust, I push my whole length as deep as I can.

  She cries through the pain, hot tears falling down her face, but I'm nowhere near done. I don't stop until her pussy is filled with my cum. I don't stop as she whimpers for me to do so. I only finish when I'm done and finally spent, untying her so she falls like an old rag doll.

  I press a kiss to her cheek, smiling broadly as I get dressed, watching our juices running down her leg. I imagine hurting her more—calling her names, slicing into her skin, scratching her with my sharp nails—but I mustn't. I must be careful. It's never been more important than it is right now.

  "Thanks, little sis," I say to her, and her glassy eyes follow me out of the room. I bet she won't forget her first Club Zero experience.

  It's late when I head out of the club, tired but pleased. My mind is on June, as it has been since the night of my gallery opening. I think of her sweet pouty mouth, the perfect curve of her hips, and her small but perfect breasts. I think of sliding inside her, fucking her until she begs for me to stop.

  Soon.

  I can't resist it. I decide to walk by the building of the company my father and June's mother built together. It's late, and most of the lights are out. The security guard gives me a strange look as I pass by, and I think better of lingering. I can't fuck this up now. She's almost mine. I can already feel her clit on my tongue. She's going to taste so fucking sweet when she breaks for me.

  "Parker?" A voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn around abruptly, only to spot my mirror image. It's Kade, and I immediately regret my decision to pass this pl
ace when I see his half-hopeful, half-heartbroken look. I don't respond. Instead, I position myself guardedly with my arms crossed over my chest. I'm not going to take shit from him in the middle of the night.

  "It's Nox," I finally hiss.

  "Right." He laughs, nervously running his fingers through his hair. Somehow, we've ended up with the same haircut again. People who didn't know better could easily mistake us for one another. A few long moments pass, and the silence is getting thick and uncomfortable.

  "What are you doing here so late?" I ask.

  "Late night at the office." He shrugs, refusing to meet my eyes. I look at my watch pointedly. It's one in the morning.

  "Must be important," I say, mocking him as I take a step back. "Have a good night."

  But Kade’s hand on my forearm stops me from moving forward, and I look at him, barely able to suppress the red mist this time. I hate him touching me. I want to fucking hurt him. Punish him for taking my little sis away from me.

  "Wait, Parker," he says like some lost puppy. I pity him, I realize.

  "It's Nox," I remind him again. "How many fucking times do I have to tell you? It's. Fucking. Nox."

  "No, it isn't," he says with a groan. "It's Parker. It's the name our parents gave you, and you should be damn well proud of it."

  I hate how he's lecturing me, already back in the role of big brother even though it's been a long time since we've been anything close to that.

  "Listen," he says with a sigh, seeing that he's upset me. "I just—"

  "You just what?" I interrupt. "You remembered you had a brother suddenly? You've forgotten about me for a long time, and now you want a fucking family reunion? Forget it, man. I ain't fucking interested."

  "I just miss you, Parker," he says. "I was wondering if I could see you sometime. We are brothers... we're twins, for fuck's sake. Remember that? Remember our bond?"

  I look at him, pondering what he said. I don't want to say yes, but thoughts of June keep coming into my mind. As much as I want to punch my brother in the face for it, he's currently the one closest to our stepsister. And I want her for myself. If that means having to play nice with my asshole bro, I'll fucking do it.

  "I guess," I say noncommittally, and the way his face lights up makes him even more pathetic in my eyes. "We'll set something up."

  I don't wait for his response. Walking away briskly, I tuck my hands in my pockets to hide the smell of the unknown girl's pussy on them.

  I can't stay away. I've tried to. I've fought it so damn hard, this instinct to hunt down June Wildfox—now Miller—and mark as mine forever. I've been good, though. I've kept my distance. But my bad bone is still there, and I can't hold off any longer—I need June. Need to see her, touch her, smell her. Taste her. Which is the reason I'm following her to work today. And it's not the first time, either.

  I have her habits down to a T. She doesn't take advantage of her driver at all. Instead, she chooses to walk from the penthouse apartment where she lives with Kade to the company building. It's only two blocks, but I still think she's being an idiot. You never know who's lurking in the shadows, after all...

  Kade is usually at the office hours before her, getting an early start, but June leaves at around eight thirty, after making sure the nanny is in to take care of the kid, Theo. I'm in position across the street where I know she'll pass me in a couple of minutes. I'm nervous, and it's kind of fucking exciting. It's such an innocent feeling. Well, maybe for some people. Not me.

  I'm like an addict taking a swig after years of abstinence, and it feels damn good to do so. I crumple the newspaper I'm reading into a ball, throwing it into the nearby trash can, when a change in the air alone lets me know she's near. I don't know what it is exactly. A certain scent, a change of the atmosphere. Wild strawberries and champagne. The sound of her heels on the pavement. Click-clack-click-clack.

  I force myself to turn around and show my back to her even though it's the hardest thing I've had to do all day. I have to fight the red mist, so I don't jump out and pull her to me. But what happens next makes my heart race.

  Just as she passes me, I hear the clamor of her heels slow down, and she seems to hesitate for just a split second as though she senses something. She continues on her way almost instantly, but that one moment, that small pause... it gives me hope.

  She still remembers me. June Miller née Wildfox still knows who owns her.

  I look over my shoulder in time to see her turn the corner, and I follow seamlessly in her step. If I were to die now, I would be a happy man—if I got to take June to the depths of hell with me. I come up just close enough to see the skin of the back of her neck erupt in goose bumps. I let myself breathe her in, taking in her heady, fruity scent. I can sense she knows someone is behind her, so I stop by a flower vendor next to the street.

  She crosses the street as if she's afraid to look behind her, but when she's on the other side, she turns around hesitantly, slowly... and our eyes meet. Pure joy overtakes me when I see the fear in her eyes as her gaze meets mine. I see her shiver, and I feel the sensation repeating in my own body. Just then, a truck drives by, stopping at a red light and cutting our forbidden connection. I take my chance and slide into a side alley, ducking behind a dumpster where she'll never spot me. My eyes are still glued to the spot where I saw her last, and my heart beats faster as I watch the truck drive away.

  As soon as it's gone, I see her, frozen to the spot. She's glued to the pavement, staring at the place where I was a second ago. Her mouth gapes in shock, her eyes glassy as she tries to convince herself I was nothing but a mirage. I smirk as she goes on, stumbling when she takes her next step. She's feeling confused, lost, scared, and it feels fucking good to know I can still rouse a reaction out of her.

  Damn fucking good.

  I follow June to work, watching her walk into the building. After that, I walk around aimlessly, my thoughts filled with her. That silky hair, the creamy skin. Her perfect breasts, her tight pussy. All I need.

  I end up next to a college where people are lounging on the lawn and doing some studying in the sun. I don't know why, but I find pleasure in observing people. I don't watch them, trying to imagine the stories of their lives like a normal person would. I look at them, imagining how best to hurt them.

  And it just so happens that I spot the perfect victim. She's another June lookalike, but so different once again. She's younger, about eighteen I'd say. Her hair is shorter than June's, in a bob brushing her chin. She's got those striking blue eyes June has, though not quite the same shade. And a banging body.

  However, she's different than young June ever was. We were best friends when we were kids, and I still remember her like it was yesterday. Naive, sweet, soft... So innocent. This girl has a certain hardness to her, like a knowledge of the world. I'm sure she's had sex before, given head and swallowed cum. And when our eyes meet across the lawn, and she offers a lazy smile, I know she's a goner. I don't even have to walk over to her. She says goodbye to her friends and strolls to me on the lawn, offering what I'm sure she thinks is a seductive smile.

  "Hey," she says with a Southern accent. A Southern belle. She will be perfect to spoil and fucking ruin.

  "Couldn't stay away?" I ask lazily, getting straight to the point. Her eyes shine with surprise, but only for a second, then she returns a small smile.

  "Want to see my room?" she offers. A girl who gets straight to the point—how tacky. June would never do that.

  "I'd rather have you bent over a park bench and fuck you while everyone here watches," I offer with a smirk, and her mouth drops open in a shocked o-shape. A smile replaces it pretty soon, and I know it's a done deal. I take her by the arm, not the hand. That's what she wants, that's what she deserves. I clasp her forearm in an iron grip and pull her behind me. We walk until we're blocks away, and she doesn't make a sound, just clatters behind me in her chunky heeled ankle boots.

  I drag her into an alley close to June's building. Seeing it makes me think she
's somehow feeling what I'm about to do to this Southern belle. I push the girl against the dirty, grimy wall of the side alley, and my hand immediately comes to rest on her inner thigh. She's wearing such a ridiculously short skirt I'm sure I'd see her thong if she were to bend over.

  "Oh," she breathes heavily, pretending to be shocked by my actions when she all but asked me for it. "My name is Cheyenne, by the way..."

  "Shut your mouth," I say roughly. "I don't give a fuck about your name."

  She gasps with surprise, but as my fingers move her thong to the side, the gasp turns into a moan of pure pleasure. Not for long, belle. My fingers outline her lips, already dripping wet with her need for me.

  "Such a whore," I whisper in her ear, and she writhes under my touch. She's about to argue when I abruptly turn her around to face the wall. I make her grasp the bricks, and she gasps for more. I spread her legs in front of me, nice and wide. Next, I open my zipper. I have to rub my cock a few times to get it hard, and I have to think of June to get it up.

  Fuck.

  I position my hardness on her lips as she pants for me to push it in. But at the last second, I change my mind. Taking her panties off, I decide to go for her ass instead. She's such a filthy girl, but I'm sure she hasn't had a cock in this hole yet. My suspicions are confirmed when she yelps as I slowly push my tip inside her. She's so tight it hurts both of us, so I lick my fingers and dampen her entrance to make her nice and ready for me.

  "Not in there, please," she begs softly, but I can tell she loves it. I disregard her words, and my next push is all in. She gasps, yells with pain, cursing loudly. My palm finds her mouth, and I make her shut up. She tries to push me away with her hands, but I grasp them behind her back, holding them tightly in place.

  "Sweet little sis," I whisper in her ear. "You haven't had it in here yet, have you?"