Craving my husband’s twin, A lustful obsession

Drego words kept ringing in my head.

“David would never touch you, not even in 5 years.” What does that even mean? Was David impotent but lied that he was on meds? Did I just get married to a man who couldn’t get hard for me?

And Drego why does he have to be so hot? He looked like David but better, finer, and the way he speaks? Naughty. His eyes were charming, his abs even more asymmetrical than those of David’s and his hair wavy to a fault. Everything about his physique screams perfect.

I took a bottle of vodka and gulped it down. I just wanted to get rid of the thoughts, living rent-free in my head.

I woke up hours later, my stomach rumbling and growling as though I had borborygmus. Apparently, I had so much to drink that I passed out. Still engulfed in alcohol, I staggered downstairs to fix myself dinner.

DREGO’s POV

I told her I would leave after I freshened up, and I should've. But when she stood there in that silky little robe, all glammed up with fire in her eyes and confusion in her chest, something inside me cracked.

Elena. my brother's "wife." The prize he purchased, but to me she wasn’t a trophy. She is an irresistible temptation. A walking human-sized temptation wrapped up in silk. I was not supposed to want her, but I did.

I thought she would persuade me to leave but she didn’t come speak to me again, I knew she thought I had left.

I watched from the corner as she entered the kitchen when it was nightfall to make herself dinner. She is such a beauty to behold and I know deep down that David with his nonchalance, and cold irrationality does not deserve her. He might have married her but I will keep her and make her mine.

She swayed her hips gently, to the rhythm of a song that played from the television, her robe sliding open just enough to reveal that lovely line between her breasts as they jiggled; firm and full.

She drank a glass of water gently, and I swear, the sound of her swallowing caused my hands to clench. I could have walked in then and grabbed her but I had different plans.

While she cooked I sneaked into her room. The air smelled like her lotion—sweet, warm, and innocent. I didn't switch on the light, didn't need to as I knew what I came for. I removed the small device from my pocket —a micro camera that was already synchronised to my phone and slid it behind her dressing mirror, carefully angled.

The red light flickered once and then vanished. A sign that it has started recording. I shrugged, telling myself I just needed to know her better. But the truth is I always wanted to see her.

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By past midnight I returned to her room, quiet, barefoot, and shirtless. The blue light from her room made her skin glow as she tangled in her linens. She resembled a goddess as she slept with no idea I was standing there.

My heart raced, as I stared at her as if I had never seen a woman before.

"Elena," I called as I lay down beside her, my voice low and husky.

She moved, her eyes blinked open, and then closed again.

"David when did you come?” she muttered with sleepy eyes.

I smiled. “I came for you baby” and then I kissed her before she could protest, before she realized that I’m Drego not David. Her hands gripped my shoulder as I deepened the kiss like an obsessed man.

Her robe slid open at the top, displaying her delicate and flawless skin. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails running down my back as her breath caught. I caressed her, ripping the robe away from her body, exposing every inch of her I'd fantasised about since the first time I saw her. And when she gasped, arching into my touch, I realised: She desired this. She wanted me.

I pulled her back onto the bed and kissed her down to her neck and across her chest, leaving a path of heat throughout her entire skin. I sucked her breast, fumbling her nipples with my lips and teeth slowly and deeply, enjoying the way her thighs clung to me.

I spread open her legs and discovered she was already dripping wet. This aroused me more and made my cock jerk. I buried my face inside her thighs and using my tongue I licked and sucked on her juices as she moaned loudly with intense pleasure.

Her hands were everywhere— on my back, grasping the sheets as my fingers moved between her thighs, then to her p*ssy thrusting and fingering her. In the heat of the moment, while I was enjoying myself at her body rhythm, the way she moaned and the sweet taste of her drove me crazy. She touched my hair and squeezed and that’s when she discovered I’m Drego. My curly hair sold me away.

“What the fuck!” She jerked off from me and yelled, trying to cover her body with the blankets. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to have left.”

“To pleasure you baby, and yank that starvation out of your body” I shrugged, knowing fully well I got her where I wanted already, so it’s almost impossible for her to reject me.

She bit her lip, breathless. "Drego… you are taking advantage of me"

“I’m not! I just need you and I know you want this too” I stood up letting my erect d*ck stretch out onto her face. I watched her stare at it with utmost satisfaction but at the same time, there was worry in her eyes.

“I’m married to your twin” she mumbled, destabilizing my mood.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m just filling in the gap your so-called husband couldn’t. Allow me to pleasure you baby and after we can act like this never happened” I assured her, even though within me I knew I was lying.

I glanced at her subtly, I could read her body movements. Her body wanted me badly but her soul was unwilling. I didn’t give her any more time to think about it, I just held her leg and before she could react I gently slid my middle fingers into her horny pot.

It flowed like living waters. She was completely wet. I continued to rub her clit as she began to moan again

"Tell me you want me," I uttered

"I shouldn’t…"

"But you do," I added another finger inside her slowly and deeply. Her back arched off the bed, lips parted.

“That's it,” I whispered into her ear. "Let me make you feel what he never could."

She did not stop me. Not even when I spread her thighs further. Not when I thrust deep into her, thick and hard, filling her inch by inch. She cried out, not in pain, but in relief.

I moved slowly at first, savouring her heat, holy shit she was tight as hell, and the way she clung to me as if she didn't want to let go? Amazing. I seized her wrists, pinned them above her head, and claimed her. Every thrust was deep. Controlled. Brutal in its compassion.

"Say my name," I commanded.

"Drego!” she exclaimed. "Drego… oh my god." She moaned louder, as her body convulsed beneath me. She came hard, gripping around me as she orgasmed and cried into the blankets.

She tasted like sugar, the kind that caused diabetes. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I followed right after, groaning her name into her neck and emptying into her as she shuddered beneath me.

We collapsed into each other, sweaty, breathless, and gasping for air. I kissed her shoulder, cheeks, and lips. For a brief while, everything was Perfect Until she stood up to go wash and…

Beep. A mild mechanical click. Fuck the camera!

Her head snapped towards the mirror. "Did you hear that?" she said, sitting up. Another beep. Her gaze focused on the blinking red light beside the mirror and instantly her face turned pale. "Wait… what is that?"

"Elena.. wait I..” I tried to explain but words failed me.

She jumped out of bed, shifted the mirror from the wall, and took out the little camera. Then her eyes slowly shifted to mine, wide and furious.

"Drego," she whispered. "You recorded me?"

"I didn't mean for…"

"You f*cking recorded me?!" She slammed the camera to the ground, shattering it as she shiverered, half-naked, and aggravated.

"I trusted you! I let you in." Her voice crackled. "So all these were your plans? To fuck and film me?!"

"Elena, listen… pls hear me out I…"

"GET OUT!" She yelled.

I grabbed her arm, but she backed away, wrapping her robe around her like a shield.

"I never want to see you again," she remarked, her tone icy.

"You're sick, you need help!!!" She shouted.

At that moment, I realised I messed up. Because now I didn't only want her. I needed her. And maybe... I might have just lost her.