Chapter 5
Chapter Five
HUNTER
“Hunter?” I ground out. “Don’t you know your own husband? I’m Henry.”
She scoffed, yanking up on my hair harder so my chest was pressed into her wet pussy and her legs were clamped around my neck.
My brain was drunk on lust and pussy. Damn, how did I fuck up?
“Did Henry put you up to this?” she demanded.
Panic pulsed through me.
I had to salvage this situation somehow. It wasn’t too late to convince her I was my twin.
“You better shut that nasty mouth and listen to me.”
I stood up, roughly knocking Angel’s hand away and flipping her face-first onto the table.
“Feel that, brat? Here’s your proof.”
I jammed my hips into her ass as she was splayed out in front of me.
Gripping her soft skin under that thin skirt, I spread her cheeks wide so I could shove my cock in her crack and nestle it aggressively between her curves.
Precum was leaking in spurts from my cock, wetting my brother’s suit pants and making it easy to slip my cock forward and back.
“Need my finger in your ass, bitch? I feel like your husband now, don’t I?” I snapped, pulling her hair so she was forced to stare at the thick gold band on my fourth finger.
But Angel only kicked back at my legs as her plump juicy ass wiggled in front of me.
“No, you don’t, you dumb asshole! You don’t know the first thing about Henry. He doesn’t fuck like this. My husband fucks like Rip Van Winkle, like he’s just waking up from a thousand year old sleep.”
Well, shit.
“I should fucking punish you for that insolence,” I snarled, dragging her up against my chest and wrapping my hand around her throat.
“I’m a fucking dangerous person and you’re pissing me off.”
“Maybe you are, but you aren’t my husband, either,” she hissed at me like a little angry cat as she wriggled in my arms.
Her hair smelled amazing, like rosemary and mint, and it was making it impossible to think when she kept flicking those long golden curls into my face.
I tightened my grip, her skin silky and delicious under my fingers.
In some way I have fucked this up and I can’t figure out how to get it back on track.
What did I do wrong?
I acted like a complete jackass. She should have been convinced I was Henry.
Was I not enough of a jackass? Was it possible he was even worse to her?
Red rage bled into my vision even thinking about it, but I had to maintain this deception.
I twisted one of Angel’s arms up behind her back, but she huffed at me in a bored, pissed-off voice.
“Henry doesn’t give a fuck about me. He wouldn’t fight this hard to keep me. So I clocked you as soon as you didn’t let me trip and fall on my face.”
My brother’s stupidity washed over me again, but if I fail, what will he do to Angel?
“Maybe next time I’ll shove you down myself!” I growled, feeling her heartbeat pulse into my palm.
“Ouch, you’ve broken my wrist!” she suddenly shrieked in pain, and I instantly dropped my hands.
“No—Angel—god no—”
I was bending down to her wrist when she pounced on me, knocking us both over onto the ground and we landed with me on my back and Angel flush on my hips.
The next thing I knew she was wrapping both of her little hands around my throat.
“You’re such a bullshitter, Hunter!”
She tightened her fingers, her pretty bubblegum-pink nails digging into my skin.
“I want to wring your neck, you bastard! Why are you doing this? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Well, I definitely didn’t want to talk about that. She could never know how I felt about her.
“Angel, you’re doing it all wrong. You’re not going to hurt anyone that way. You need to squeeze with your thumbs. Let me show you.”
I put my hands up and tried to gently reposition her fingers on my throat.
“Put pressure here.”
She huffed and dropped her hands, rocking back on her hips with a little aggravated bounce so she was directly over my dick.
“Henry must have put you up to it! There’s no other reason why you would do something like this! Tell me why he put you up to it!”
Angel could not find out the hold Henry had over me. I couldn’t bear the thought of how shattered and violated she’d feel knowing that creep kept her sex tapes to blackmail me. What if she thought I was a creep for watching them too, even though my brother had forced me?
I had to spare her all the pain I possibly could until I could figure out any way of getting those videos from Henry.
I was not a fucking tech guy. I’d evaded the security guards and broken into his office more times than I could count--trying to find out if he had a flash drive in his safe or something I could destroy.
But nothing had ever turned up except a bunch of tax evasion.
She ground her hips forward and back as she continued to throttle me and Angel could not have come up with a more painful torture for my cock as she dragged her soaking wet pussy back and forth across it.
“Tell me!”
She gave up on throttling me with her bare hands and my heart lurched with love as I watched her yank my tie and try to strangle me with it.
There was nothing more adorable in this world, and I’d been lost the moment I met her, seven years ago at her and Henry’s engagement party.
“What do you think of my fiancée?” he had asked casually.
I felt trapped, tongue-tied, even though that wasn’t usual for me. I was the blunt and plain-spoken counterpart to my twin’s suave urbanity, and I’d never had a problem speaking my mind.
But what did I think of the woman I had just met, the curvy golden goddess with the sparkling blue eyes and the smile that made me feel like I’d just been punched in the gut?
I was pretty sure she was the only woman in the world I could ever see myself loving.
But Henry didn’t really want a conversation.
“She’ll do I guess. Looks like a fucking milkmaid, doesn’t she, with those massive tits? Shareholders love that shit. And did you know her grandpa was like an inventor or some shit? Has some patents or something. He’s loaded.”
I said nothing, watching as Angelise moved from guest to guest, watched as that massive rock sparkled in the air, and how she looked at my brother with such perfect love and devotion in her eyes.
And I swallowed down my desire, like I’d done every day since then.
“I can’t tell you why I did it,” I said. “But Henry’s really sorry. I promise.”
Her lip curled up as she looked at me with disgust in her eyes. Then she dropped my tie and rolled off me.
“Don’t look me in the eyes and tell me bullshit, Hunter. I thought you were better than that.”
“Angel—”
But she was gone.
I watched from the shadows of the house as Henry and Angel argued. It wasn’t even much of an argument. Angel just dragged all her blankets down to the couch and turned on the TV. It was obvious she intended to stay there all night.
It was wrong to stay here and stalk her silently from the shadows, but I couldn’t pry myself away.
I had to make sure Henry wasn't rough with her, didn’t take out my failure on her.
My twin paced back and forth in his office, but not once did he call me.
That made me feel very uneasy.
Had he given up?
Why hadn’t he told me what his next move was?
He knew I was utterly trapped by the blackmail. That I would have to do whatever he asked.
Was it possible he had decided to let her go?
I really should leave, head back to my trailer, but something kept me there.
What a fucking creep I was, but I couldn’t stop staring at Angel as she slept curled up in that big blanket on the couch.
Maybe this time it was finally over between them.
But.
It didn’t mean anything for me.
Even if I could ever beg for forgiveness and convince her I’d had good reasons for licking her pussy under false pretenses, why would she ever want to see my face again? I looked exactly like her husband.
Bleak depression seized me, and I brought my knife up to my face, dragging the tip down one cheek and across my jaw.
Maybe if I mangled this stupid fucking face and didn’t look so much like my twin, there would be a chance. Maybe if she didn’t see him every time she looked at me. . .
Blood dripped down my chin as I clutched the knife tighter in my fingers.
How deep would I need to go? Because I’d flay that much skin from my body to even have a chance to possess her.
But just as I pressed the tip in again, I saw a movement.
There was a man in black creeping silently down the garden pathway behind the garage, making his way very carefully, hugging the shadows.
My stomach clenched with jealousy.
Was this another man, someone Angel actually wanted and liked? Was he here to play with her, too?
I watched as he brought something from his pocket and slowly raised it to the lock.
Angel still lay on the couch, her long golden curls sprawled all over the blanket.
To all appearances, she looked asleep.
Was she going to pop up in a minute and scream dramatically, because it had all been playacting? Because this was a man she was truly interested in?
Even though it was only going to cause me pain, I sheathed my knife and crept closer, wiping the blood away with the front of my shirt.
I had made it to the side of the garage when the other man slipped inside, his big bulk blocking out the gentle flicker of the glowing embers in the fireplace.
If I was a better man, I would let Angel go. Let her divorce my brother and find happiness with another man.
But I wasn’t quite that much of a fucking saint.
And as I stealthily followed the man’s steps, I saw him pick up a pillow from the couch and press it over her face.