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 titties.

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.

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.

–––

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.

ELENA’S POV

I couldn’t sleep at all. It felt like I couldn’t even catch my breath. Every time I shut my eyes, there he was.

Drego.

I could still feel the way his mouth moved against mine, the intensity of his grip, and the way he looked at me as if I were something forbidden that he just couldn’t resist.

And the worst part? I liked it. No, scratch that. I loved it.

My body still throbbed from his touch. My lips felt puffy from his kisses. Deep down, I craved it again.

But I hated myself for it. What had I done?

The sheets still held his scent, even though I had already changed them out, but it was like his memory had seeped into the very fabric of the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs tucked beneath me, feeling heavy.

“What’s wrong with me?” It was a mistake, a huge one. An abomination in fact. If ears get to hear that I had sex with my husband's brother, not just a brother but a twin; same blood, same mother, same placenta…

And yet… The way he filled me up, the way he whispered my name like it was a precious secret just for him. The way he made me scream without even trying? No man had ever.

Honestly, it was the best sex I’d ever experienced in my life. God, I felt so good. And now? I feel so pathetic.

Why would he record me without my consent? What was his aim, what does he stand to gain? Such a creepy bastard.

Thank goodness I shattered the camera. No matter how I crave him, I won’t let him touch me again.

I assured myself even though deep down I have a feeling I might still fumble. He’s just too irresistible.

***

I heard the front door creak open downstairs.

My heart dropped, David was back. He said he will be gone for three days and this is just the second day. What changed? I mumbled to myself.

I sprinted to my mirror, wiped my face, and checked myself like a thief surveying a crime scene. No bruises, no scratches, just a hollow look in my eyes. Suspicions lying low.

I headed downstairs, trying to breathe normally and put on a smile.

David was by the counter in a sharp black suit, setting down his bag. He looked good—tired, but sharp, with those unreadable eyes of his as always.

But when he noticed me, he paused.

“Elena?”

I froze. “Hey… you’re back early.”

He stepped closer, scrutinizing me. “You don’t want me home?”

“No no! That’s not what I meant. I… I’m delighted… to see you” I stuttered.

He looked at me, “You okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You look off, or should I say act differently.”

My heart raced louder than my footsteps. Obviously, I wasn’t good at pretending because my eyes and face give me off every damn time, even without explaining.

“Maybe I didn’t sleep well.” I lied.

He tilted his head, studying me. Then, out of nowhere, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. Not in a passionate way—just tender, gentle… like he genuinely missed me.

But that only made the guilt crash over me. I stood stiff in his embrace, unsure of what to do with my hands. His scent, his warmth: it all felt wrong now.

Not because he wasn’t enough. But because somehow I felt I wasn’t the same girl anymore. Not the same girl he left home forty-eight hours ago.

I’d crossed a line with his brother. In his house. And no matter how hard I tried to act normal, a part of me screamed that he could sense the betrayal on my skin.

David pulled away slowly, he didn’t say a word. But his eyes told me he sensed something was off.

I managed a smile. “Want me to make you some tea?”

“No,” he said. “I’m good. I just need a hot shower.”

I watched him walk away—tall, clean, in control, like the alpha male that he is. And I hated how my body didn’t respond to him the way it had to Drego.

What was wrong with me?

———

That afternoon, I needed to get out.

I needed fresh air. I wanted to feel like I could still have a life outside this penthouse. I’ve to breathe, and get the thoughts of Drego Knight out of my head. I just needed to be sane.

David's second driver, Chris, was appointed as my personal driver. He picked me up in one of David’s fleet of cars. A 2022 white G-wagon that reflected the sunlight as we drove past town. The air conditioner was as cold as ice so I thought I would freeze. I had to tell Chris to turn it off.

I stopped by a bookstore café downtown—a place I knew well. I wanted to get some coffee and glance through some exciting novels that the bookstore had decorated its shelves with.

That’s when I heard a quite familiar voice.

“Elena?!” I turned around.

Cindy.

My old high school best friend. The one who always had lip gloss on and trouble in her smile. We hadn’t been in touch in years, especially after her father hurriedly withdrew her because they were moving out.

But she looked just the same; confident, glowing, like the world revolved around her perfectly polished red nails.

“Cindy? Oh my god! It’s been ages”

We hugged like no time had passed, the kind of hug that pulls the past right back into your chest.

“I can’t believe this!” she squealed. “What are you doing in this city?”

I laughed nervously. “Long story babes. I got married recently.”

Her eyes widened. “To whom?”

“His name’s David Knight.”

She blinked. “Wait… Knight? That sounds familiar.”

“Yeah, it's no surprise that you might know him, he's quite popular, especially in the world of business.

“Oh!” She gasped. “I really do not know him, but the name Knight rings a bell”

Before I could ask, she leaned in with a smirk. “Well, I’m also dating a knight too.”

“What?”

“I’m seeing someone.”

“That’s great. Who’s that?”

“Not like you’ll know him anyway, but his name is Drego. Drego Knight…”

My heart froze in utmost confusion. Did she just say Drego or was my ear playing tricks on me? Was it the creepy hot Drego or was she referring to someone else?