Craving my Husband's Twin- A lustful Obsession

Elena's pov

I glanced at the contracted document before me like it was a silent demon. Nice typefaces, Legal jargon. A simple signature spot at the bottom, ready to rip five years from my life.

"Marry him," my father replied, his voice filled with shame. "It's the only way to save the company."

I blinked hard, attempting not to crumble in front of the two men who sat opposite me. My father- Mattew Stone- sat at one end of the mahogany table.

He was once a proud tough businessman, but now drowning in debt and sorrow.

The other man sitting adjacent to me, held the fate of my family legacy in his hands like a glass of wine.

"David Knight" is one of the top business enthusiasts in Los Angeles. Clothed in a black suit, he looked impeccable. His dark hair was slicked back, showing a strong jawline and piercing steel-blue eyes that did not flinch at my father's request.

He hadn't said much since he arrived, but the strength of his silence carried weight. The type that squeezed into my skin.

"I won't force you," my father whispered, but the desperation in his eyes suggested otherwise.

I stood, sluggish and weary. "I want to speak with him. Alone." I pointed at David. He lifted his brow, amused but nodded.

Matthew abruptly exited the room, as if he couldn't bear to see what happened next to the daughter he was giving out in exchange for resources. The door clicked closed, and then a thud of silence.

I turned to face David.

"Why? "Why marriage?"

He shifted back in his chair, fingers curled, eyes lazily roving over me as if calculating my value.

"Because I dislike mess. I do not desire flings. I desire control, structure, and most importantly my peace, and a marriage on paper provides me with that."

I crossed my arms. "Control over me?"

"No! Control over drama." He stood and walked, approaching me slowly, calmly, like a predator weighing its prey.

"You can refuse if you want to, your father begged me to marry you anyway." He scoffed.

He stood and took a glance at me, seeing that I gave no reply he continued;

"You will reside in my penthouse. You will be presented to the world as my wife. But behind closed doors, we'll stay strangers. Unless," he smirked faintly, "you'd rather not."

I disliked the way my breath stuck in my throat. I despised the fact that he was attractive in such a deadly, sharp way-like a dagger with a smile.

"And after five years?" I asked.

"You walk away and your family becomes debt-free. "With an additional three million dollars wired into your account if you remain a good wife."

I blinked. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Deadly! I don't do petty jokes."

I have heard of this man on business newsletters; The magnate and business Tycoon David Knight. He does not joke when it comes to business. He uses power, transactions, and deliberate maneuvers to attain greater heights. Marrying me is simply another beneficial deal for him. Perhaps not directly, but in some kind of way I guess.

I stepped back, my hands trembled slightly, as I concealed them behind my back.

"Fine," I said.

Even though my voice was calm, my heart raced.

"But I have conditions too." I chipped in

His brow crinkled. "I'm listening."

"You don't touch, no expectations. There is no control over how I dress or who I speak to. And I preserve my freedom in that penthouse."

He stared, observing me. Then after a while, his smile vanished. Then something sinister sparked behind his eyes.

"You're braver than I thought."

"Maybe," I said. "I don't just like to be owned like some pet"

He chuckled, but something was unsettling about it.

"Elena Stone," he began, bringing out a pen from his jacket, "Nobody gives me conditions. Don't forget I'm buying you, and you'll be mine for five years. And you know what I think? I think this will be... entertaining."

I snatched the pen and with pain in my eyes I signed away the next five years of my life to a man I barely knew, to a life I never planned for.

–-–

The wedding happened two weeks later. There were no guests, no press. Only a courthouse, a judge, and a silver ring that seemed colder than the rain that fell that afternoon.

We didn't speak to each other, David didn't even look at me as we walked out to the waiting vehicle; A pitch black 2024 Lamborghini.

I wore a plain white outfit, didn't bother about extra styling because I didn't think I needed to, besides this marriage wasn't initiated by me, so there wasn't any reason to look my best. I gazed at him, he seemed unbothered, exuding the same assurance as if it were knitted into his bones.

We got to his penthouse and it far exceeded my expectations, it was beautiful, elegant, and perched high above the metropolitan skyline. However, it was also cold. Like him.

He showed me the second bedroom where I would sleep.

"Everything you need is right here. I will not bother you."

"And I won't disturb you either," I added hurriedly.

He hesitated, his gaze lingering on my lips for a moment too long.

"Noted!" He smirked and walked away.

That night, I stood beside my room's floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the whirl of headlights and the massive estate at which the penthouse resided.

Immediately my phone vibrated, startling me. A message was sent from an unknown number.

"Congratulations, Mrs Knight on your marriage to my twin, welcome home trophy wife!"

My breath stopped. I glanced at the message again and again, and it sent goosebumps down my spine.

Twin? I dashed to my laptop, pulling up whatever I could find.

David Knight is a billionaire, CEO, and private individual. However, the stories and old photos from his high school days featured two images of him. I looked up at the second image and scouting further I realized that it wasn't David but his replica "Drego Knight."

Drego is his identical twin. Six years ago, he disappeared from the media. There's no explanation, there was no trace, and nobody ever mentioned him again.

Unlike David who's always making headlines for acquiring properties, closing in business deals, and standing out, Drego has no story to his name, just old photos of him and David.

Who was this mysterious twin of his, why was his current identity unknown and how did he get my phone digits to email me? Lots of unanswered questions swirled through my mind...

I could barely sleep. My fingers shook as I spent hours searching for "Drego Knight," but it was like he had vanished. No social media posts, no news articles - nothing recent at all. Just a few old photos... and then, silence. It felt like he'd never been here at all.

But those images? The resemblance was chilling.

Two perfect faces. One Ice, one fire.

And now, I have no idea which one I am married to.

–––

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen in my silk robe, hoping for a cup of coffee and some quiet. Instead, I found David - shirtless, standing at the counter like a Greek god who owned time itself.

He was backing me, muscles flexing as he stirred something in a silver teapot.

"Good you're awake, I'm making coffee for both of us" he started.

"I don't remember signing up for a personal chef," I responded, crossing my arms.

He turned slowly, his expression unreadable. But that smirk? It felt almost... playful.

"You looked like you needed something to make you feel better. Figured you didn't sleep well, Wify?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Did you send me that message last night?"

His smile faded. "What message?"

I hesitated. "Forget it."

He stepped closer, holding out a mug. Our fingers brushed as I took it - it was warm. I looked up at him, his scent was sharp, expensive, and undeniably masculine.

"Elena," he said quietly, his voice lower than usual, "I don't play games with people's heads. You should know that. What message are you referring to?"

"None that you should bother your busy self with," I said instantly, taking a sip of the coffee.

He gazed at me, shook his head, and walked away.

–––

Later that day, while brushing my hair in the guest bathroom, I caught something out of the corner of my eye.

A shadow in the mirror. Behind me, watching me.

I spun around and saw nothing. The room was empty.

My heart raced, and I had instant goosebumps. I felt like I was being watched. David wasn't at home, he had gone for a business meeting. I was alone in this mansion and it felt scary.

I walked to the sitting room and curled up on the huge leather couch with a blanket as I turned on the TV to distract myself. That's when the elevator dinged.

My blood ran cold. I hadn't heard it open since David left.

Footsteps echoed down the entrance, not creepy or sneaky, but more confident, relaxed. Like someone who already belonged here.

"Elena," a voice called out - the same tone, the same baritone voice but deeper.

I got up slowly. "David!" I called out as I opened the door

He stepped into view. Same face, same body, but this wasn't David.

This man wore a black hoodie and sweatpants, with a cute grin. His stubble was well-carved like he had just stepped out from a male saloon. His hair was wavy like some beach waves which suited his beautiful face, his dentition was perfect, his eyes sexy and alluring, and his smell- slightly woody, musky, and fruity.

"You're not David," I whispered.

He grinned wider. "No, darling. I'm the twin your husband probably didn't tell you about."

"Oh! I didn't know David had a twin," I lied "Is he aware you're coming? I said backing up as he approached me.

"Now you know." He said, prowling around the room like a wolf eyeing its prey.

"I didn't inform him of my coming, I heard my dear brother bought himself a little wife. And not just any wife..." He paused, his eyes roaming over me. "You! So I thought I should come take a look."

My breath caught. "What do you want?"

He paused, glanced at me, and tilted his head.

"I want to know what my brother sees in you. He doesn't love, he controls, he conquers. But you?" He smirked. "You've got his name on your finger, and yet... your eyes say you don't belong to anyone."

I lifted my chin. "I think you need to leave, I don't welcome you, I'm sorry. You can come back when your twin is home."

"I go where I want, when I want" Drego's voice darkened. "And I protect what's mine."

"I'm not yours," I shot back.

He chuckled. "Maybe not yet. You belong to my brother, that means you belong to me as well."

I rolled my eyes at him, with a disdainful look. There's this thing I do with my eyes, that sometimes I don't need to spill it out to you, but my eyes speak a thousand words untold. My best friend once said it can pass as a talent.

"You're feisty and I love it," he beamed and winked at me.

Suddenly, footsteps thundered behind us as the door clicked open.

David.

His coat still on, his face unreadable. But the tension in the air thickened the moment he set his eyes on Drego.

"What the hell are you doing here?" David's voice was sharp as ice.

Drego turned slowly, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Just saying hi to your little bride."

"This isn't your playground, Drego. Back off!"

For a moment, the twins locked eyes. They had the same face, but their eyes? They were anything but identical.

One looked like fire, the other like ice-ready to explode at any second.

Drego finally turned his gaze and lingered it on me, scanning me from head to toe. Then he smirked again. "See you around, wify"

And with that, he left hurriedly.

As soon as the door slammed shut, David turned to me, his expression tense.

"Did he touch you?" he asked, voice sharp.

"No."

"Did he say anything?"

"Just enough to freak me out."

He stepped closer, his tough exterior cracking just a bit. "He's dangerous, he shouldn't be here. I'll get you some security"

"Why didn't you mention you had a twin?"

His jaw tightened. "Because he doesn't exist in my life anymore."

"Clearly, he does," I shot back. "And now I'm caught up in whatever mess you two have going on."

David let out a slow breath. "He'll be back. But next time, don't engage with him, don't even open the doors"

My heart raced. "He mentioned he protects what's his."

David's eyes darkened at that. "What and who does he say is his? Was he referring to you?"

I nodded.

Then, to my surprise, he moved closer. Wrapped his arms around my waist, and whispered in my ear:

"Then maybe it's time you really become mine."

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 tities.

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.

–––

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.