Chapter 2
Chapter Two
HUNTER
Earlier that morning. . .
“What do you want?” I asked my brother as I stepped into the dark room.
Henry sat at the massive black wood desk, the lights of downtown glinting in the glass window behind him.
“Can you not track mud into the office?” he asked coldly, his fingers clicking rapidly across the keyboard.
I looked down at my boots.
“I just got off a 10 hour shift at the body shop. You said this was urgent. So what the fuck is going on?”
Henry flicked his eyes up to me, leaning back in his leather chair and tapping his fingers together.
“I don’t think I quite like your tone, brother. Fix your mouth when you speak to me and start again.”
Anger flared through me, and I kicked viciously at the base of his chair, sending it spinning and knocking my twin across the room.
“Cut with the bullshit. Tell me what you want or I’ll go.”
Henry snarled, his tall body framed for a moment in the huge glass window as he adjusted his silk tie.
“You’ll regret that, brother.”
Then he lunged at me, but I was ready for him, clocking my twin on the jaw so he staggered back into the wall with a crash.
I worked day-in and day-out as a mechanic and although we were almost identical in height and size, I was just a bit stronger, quicker, and more powerful than he was.
Always had been.
He swung at me, but I ducked, kicking savagely out and landing a satisfying blow with my filthy boot down his expensive pant legs.
Henry connected with my ribs, but my other fist landed on his mouth.
“You’re soft,” I taunted, my fists still up as he grabbed his chair to keep upright. “All this time sitting on your ass at a desk.”
His eyes, so identical to my own, glinted out at me, but then he grinned, blood dripping down the bright-white of his teeth.
“You’re the soft one, brother,” he said. “Do I need to remind you of what I could do if you don’t play nice?”
He reached down to his desk and pushed an invisible button. With a gentle whir, a big, flat-screen television emerged from one sleek wall of the office.
Pushing a few more buttons, the screen instantly filled with shadowed images. They were familiar like a bruise, like a wound that never healed over.
My stomach roiled with nausea.
“You wouldn’t like if that was released, would you? You big soft-hearted bitch.”
“Turn it off,” I croaked.
My skin heated with angry, crawling rage, and Henry put his hand around my throat, shoving my unresisting body up against the wall.
“Might be very painful for that to get released,” he said. “Ready to play nice?”
What could I do?
“Yes,” I choked out.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, motherfucker, like to try this again?” he snapped, spewing spit in my face.
I swallowed hard.
I could get out of this hold, beat the shit out of my brother.
But what then?
He was cruel enough to carry out his threat. I knew he was.
And I couldn’t bear for that to happen. Ever.
“What would you like me to do for you, brother?” I asked, swallowing down the bitter wrath.
Henry grinned again, his smile wide and unhinged. Then he released my throat and slapped me across the face as hard as he could, rocking my head back.
“I need you to go fuck my wife.”
“What?” I gritted out, thinking for a minute I hadn’t heard him right.
“Are you a fucking idiot? I need you to fuck my wife. She has some stupid fantasy she wants to act out with me and I need you to do it.”
A fantasy?
“Why can’t you do it?”
“I’m otherwise occupied.”
The door opened, and a woman who looked like a college-aged intern walked in.
She had long sleek dark hair and her tits and ass were hanging out of her tight little dress.
She was looking with wide starry eyes at Henry, but I knew my brother very well.
She looked exactly like the sort of woman he’d fuck and dump in two weeks.
“So I need you to do a good job so Angelise reports back at the next therapy session that she forgives me.”
“You’re a fucking dog,” I said bitterly.
Henry’s bloody lips split in a grin again. “I can’t afford for her to divorce me.”
“Why?” I asked, as the intern bent between his legs and unzipped his pants.
Imagine fucking anyone else when you had Angel waiting for you at home
“None of your fucking business,” he replied with a grunt. “Just get your cock out and follow these instructions. Be as rough with her as you want. I haven’t fucked her in a few weeks, she’ll probably be ready to choke on it.”
Bitter bile bubbled in my throat, threatened to spill from my lips.
I couldn’t reply. It was all I could do to keep my hands in my work pants, instead of around his throat choking the life out of him.
He shoved a list of Angel’s desires across the table and I felt my cock twitch violently.
It would be such a betrayal of her, such a violation of her trust, to hunt and stalk her while all the time she was thinking I was her husband.
But what other choice did I have? I didn’t know how many copies of that goddamn video he had. How many places it was stored online.
“What if she figures out it isn’t you?”
“She won’t,” Henry said. “So go find a ski mask and make sure it seems real.”
“Fine.”
“Want her to give you a blowjob before you go?” he asked, nodding down at where the pretty dark-haired woman was eagerly licking up and down his cock.
“No,” I said, my stomach heaving. “I’m not into fucking college interns.”
Henry only laughed.
“I know who you’re into. So here’s your chance, you pervert. You better do a good job.”
I should’ve put the mask back on, I shouldn’t have buried my head in her neck, I definitely shouldn’t have kissed her.
Because those were all things I would have done if she was mine. Not in love with my scumbag brother.
But I couldn’t stop, didn’t realize the danger when her slim fingers pulled at my shirt.
I was too full of the sensations of my naked bare cock inside her, the way her cunt gripped my entire length every time I dragged my dick in and out of her soaking wet channel.
So I was fucking lust-drunk on my brother’s wife when she screamed.
“Hunter? Hunter! Get the fuck off me!”
My mouth was still on her throat, gently sucking, my tongue flicking at her overheated skin.
Shit
I raised my head, meeting her eyes as the moonlight sliced across her face.
“What are you talking about? I’m your husband.”
She twisted her body and slammed her hand on the switch, flooding the shed with bright fluorescent light.
“Get off me!”
Raising myself up on my elbow, I reluctantly pulled out. My cock came out of her with an obscenely wet and dripping noise, emerging from her body slick and covered with our releases.
“You’re such a disgusting fucking scumbag!” she cried, scooting desperately back on that beautiful plump ass. Cum dripped out of her delicious pussy before she yanked her panties and silky pajama bottoms up over the evidence of our dirty feral fuck.
A desperate, weak fear gripped me, but my brain was buzzing too hard to think clearly.
“It was just—just a joke.”
“A joke,” she repeated blankly.
Her beautiful honey-blonde curls were all snarled around her face, the mascara and eyeliner smudged around her bright blue eyes, looking messy and sexy as fuck. Her pink lips were plump and swollen from how hard I had kissed her.
How hard she had kissed me back.
When she thought I was her husband.
“Yeah, a joke. Like, to see if you could tell us apart.”
“To see if you could tell you two apart?” she hissed. “But you made every effort to hide anything that would let me tell you apart.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, even though I was supposed to be Henry and Henry would never apologize.
What was Angel going to think of me now? The way she looked at me was like she fucking loathed me.
“How did you know that stuff about me?” she demanded.
“What stuff?”
“The stuff I like, Hunter! How did you know?”
“Just a good guess,” I said, trying to be offhand, even though I’m fucking dying inside at the fact that she’s drawing her knees into her chest so she’s tucked into a little ball on the table, like she wants to hide from me.
Her cheeks are flaming with rage and embarrassment, and I want to fucking gut myself with a knife that I’ve caused her this pain.
“It wasn’t a good guess,” Angelise said, tightening her lips. “That was so gross. I hated it.”
I felt my self-control snap, and I dragged her back down the table until her wet pussy was pressed and spread against my throbbing dick.
“Didn’t seem like that when you came all over my cock!” I bit out.
I couldn’t let her know the truth.
If she thought I was a fucking scumbag, that I didn’t give a shit about her, it would be safer.
It would be safer to shut my goddamn mouth and leave.
But I couldn’t stop myself.
“Because Henry makes you come? Don’t fucking lie to me, Angelise. He doesn’t give a fuck. You can’t tell me Henry’s ever made you come like that.”
I regretted the bitter words as soon as I said them, but it was too late.
“You’re such a bastard!” she gasped.
She started kicking out at me, her adorable tiny foot jabbing at my midsection, kicking so hard she almost toppled off the table.
“Calm down!” I ordered, dragging her down before she fell off it.
With the way I was holding Angel tight, her ass was flush against my cock. She felt so incredibly perfect in my arms, the soft handfuls of her belly and generous curves crushed against my body, and I was seized with my damn reckless streak now that she was already pissed at me.
“Why do you stay with him?”
I knew my cum was running down her thighs, and her tits were so heavy on the arm that clutched her tight against me.
The fact that all her sexy perfection was going to my goddam cheating brother made me so furious I was choking on my rage.
“He’s not all bad,” she retorted. “Henry was there when my grandma broke her leg and had to go into the hospital. Even though he was really busy at work, he always made time. And he sat with me there for hours. Playing cards. Painting her nails. Anytime I’m mad at him, I always remember that.”
My skin crawled with despair.
I can’t say shit about that, I know I can’t say shit, but something still comes out of my mouth.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Fuck you!” she snarled like a little kitten, jerking her head up so she popped me under the chin.
Arousal was pounding through my veins again as my fingers bit down on her deliciously soft belly. I wanted to throw her down on the table and fuck her again, bury my face between her plump thighs and dig my teeth in that juicy ass, but just then I heard the sound of the garage door opening.
Henry was home
And he was going to think I should be gone already because that was the plan. I was supposed to fuck her and leave and why would I stay unless there was another reason to . . .
Angelise heard the sound, too, and she wrenched herself from my grip, flying to the door.
“I’m sorry,” I said roughly. “I’ll never do it again. I promise.”
But she completely ignored me, stalking across the lawn and back into the house.
The minute she got in the kitchen she confronted him, her fists clenched tightly by her side.
“Did you set this up?” she demanded.
“Set what up?” Henry asked.
Oh, always fucking cool as a cucumber, the lying bastard.
“Did you set your brother up to come role-play with me instead?”
Henry’s cold eyes flicked over to me. They’re expressionless, but I can tell he’s very angry at my failure.
Oh you bastard, don’t even think about it. . .
But my brother didn’t even pause.
“Of course not,” he said smoothly, stepping across the glass I broke and stroking Angelise’s hair. “He’s been jealous of me for a while, but I would never have allowed him to do this. He must have seen it on my planner somehow and taken advantage of you.”
Then Henry turned and gripped me by the throat. “You’re a sick degenerate freak.”
His cruel fingers tightened as he slammed my head back against the wall, and because of Angel, I had to stand there and take it as she cowered behind Henry.
Like I was a monster.