~Candy~

I scramble away from him like I had just seen a ghost. It might as well be. What are the odds that my husband's identical twin would show up today?

"What the fuck are you doing here, Axel?"

The last time I checked, he's supposed to be in Europe. He has been living there ever since I married Ansel five years ago. He has never visited us. Never even came to our wedding.

"You looked like you needed a good fuck so I obliged. Jesus, has my brother not been fucking you right? You were hungry, primal, desperate. I couldn't resist," Axel replies. His eyes narrow, his lips curl upwards. I can detect the desire in him. He has never been able to hide the way he felt about me.

It's nice to know some things haven't changed. He still has that bad boy, 'I don't give a fuck' attitude that makes his brother hate him. I pull the bedsheet around my body, remembering the last time we saw each other. In his brother's bathroom where he had slammed me against the mirror and nearly fucked me.

'Why are you marrying him? He's a beast. You should be with me,' he had said. Begged me to marry him instead and when I turned him down, he had packed his bags and fucked off to Europe. For five years. Five years of his absence like he's punishing me.

In all the years I've been married to Ansel, all the years I've suffered his abuse, I've sometimes imagined Axel sweeping back to save me. I've dreamt about him, willed him to return and save me. I wanted to tell him: 'You were right. Your brother's a beast. I made the wrong choice. I should've married you instead.'

But he didn't come. He didn't save me. And now, he's here, back to invade my body like it always belonged to him. It makes me mad. What gives him the right?

Unable to stop myself, I stretch out a hand and slapped him. A hot, resounding slap that connected well with his cheek. It wasn't enough so I tried to hit him on the jaw but Axel caught my hand before it can land and whipped me around to his body, holding me pinned.

He is strong. Too strong.

"Ah, princess, is this any way to say hello to your brother-in-law?" he teases me in my ear.

I muster every hatred in my body: 'Fuck you, Axel.'

I feel his cheek stretching into a smile.

"Always so feisty, that's what I missed most about you."

I break free from his grasp with forceful struggling and pushing. The bedsheet has slipped away so I'm naked again. Axel tilts his head around, taking me in slowly. Perversely. Openly. With no shame or respect that I'm his twin brother's wife.

"Does my brother know what a lucky bastard he is? He gets to have this every single day!"

I cover my breasts with both hands. He doesn't need to know his brother has not fucked me in six months. His brother does not care about me. Never did. The last thing I need is Axel returning to ruin my life.

I don't trust him. He might be hot as hell but Axel has never been responsible. He would just fuck me and disappear again. He is a runner. No woman on earth will ever make an honest man of him. He will never ever settle down. It's one of the major reasons I chose Ansel instead.

"What the fuck are you doing back here?" I asked him again.

"Why? I can't come back to visit my family?" he retorts with that same old familiar sarcasm.

He falls back on the bed, stretching out his naked, gorgeous body. Axel might be identical to my husband but fuck, he is so much hotter. What has he been doing over the past five years? Sleeping in the gym?

He's not the Axel I remember. He has grown bigger, more attractive. His abs are etched onto his belly like a wall. He has added more tattoos to his body so now, they almost cover every inch of his body as far as the eyes can see. His dark hair is cut into short waves. His flaming black eyes fixate upon me, stirring up old feelings in me.

A current of electricity surges through me. While his older brother is intimidating and downright scary, Axel is mysterious and dangerous.

I remember in high school, he had left behind a trail of brokenhearted girls. He always warned them he didn't have any interest in them beyond getting into their pants but for some reason, girls always seem to fall for him.

With his leather jackets and bikes, he was a chick magnet. He fucked them and dumped them. He stripped girls of their dignities.

I had been obsessed with him, too. I never thought he'd look my way. I was jealous and mad at those girls because he would never see me the same way he saw them.

But here he is now, staring at me with those catlike eyes, looking like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey.

He is intoxicating, dangerous. I should be mad at him for abandoning me. Instead, I feel paralyzed by his presence, by those eyes. His lithe body stretched out on the bed piques my curiosities.

My mind is pulled back to the way he had felt inside me, moving with urgency, fucking me like he had needed it. His brother has never fucked me like that. His brother has never made me squirt. His brother has never made me come with just a command.

Everything was different with him. Wicked. I wanted to do it again.

Fuck! This is the thing about Axel. He has a way of creeping into your mind and taking over control of your entire body. I've seen him do it to girls since we were in high school and now, I've fallen under his control.

"Come on, princess, did you miss me?" Axel asks now. A lazy smile on his face.

Before I can answer, we hear a car pull up to the driveway.

Fuck. Ansel.

My husband's back.

~Candy~

I push Axel out of the bed. I work fast, trying to get rid of all the evidence of what happened literally five minutes ago. The room smells of sin, of sex. Axel's scent hangs heavy in the air.

Fuck! I open the windows to air it out. I pull out the soaked bedsheets and throw on a robe to cover my nakedness.

Axel observes me, amused.

"You need to get the fuck out of here now! My husband's back!"

Axel moves reluctantly. Slowly. Like he wants to be caught. He's not afraid of his brother. Not the way I am.

"Hurry up! Get out! He's gonna kill me if he sees you here!"

Ansel's a literal sociopath. I am scared of what he might do if he finds out about us. He would rather kill me than let his brother have me. The only reason he married me had been because 1: He wanted to get his father off his back and 2: He wanted to hurt Axel. He knew I liked Axel and he knew Axel wanted me back then. Yet, he had swooped in at the last minute with an offer I couldn't resist.

He was the older brother, the responsible one. He was not a screwup like Axel. I thought I would get more stability with him and I did. But I also got years of unearned abuse.

"Oh, I get it princess. You don't want your husband to know you enjoyed it when I fucked you!" Axel teases me now. I push a finger hard into his chest.

"Don't you ever repeat that to him. Ever!"

Axel tilts his head.

"My God, you are scared of him!" he whispers. A serious expression descends on his face. He has always been able to see right through me. He sees the fear radiating through my body at the thought of Ansel finding out the truth.

"This can never happen again. Okay?"

Axel bites the corner of his upper lip. I already know it will happen again. He's a weasel. He's impossible to get out. Now that he has crawled under my skin, it'd become harder to resist him. God, I wish he would just fuck off back to Europe and leave me alone.

Ansel storms into the room, carrying his briefcase and loosening his tie.

"Candy, whose car is parked downstairs ----" he starts to say but he stops when he sees Axel who is now fully-clothed. I stand away from him, hoping that Ansel doesn't suspect a thing or I'm dead!

"Axel," he says, a rigid greeting.

"Ansel," his brother returns.

The two brothers stare at each other, challengingly. Two alphas tugging for dominance. I can see the aura radiating from them. Facially, they look exactly alike. Except now, Axel has put some distance in their bodily resemblance.

When they were younger, Ansel had always been the bigger brother. The scary one. Now, Axel has brushed past him. Axel is far more attractive now. More dominating. Ansel can feel it, too. He grinds his teeth angrily.

"I wasn't expecting you until next week," he says.

Axel shrugs, carefree.

"Yeah, well, I wrapped up early and here I am."

Silence falls.

The tension can be sliced with a dull knife. I stand frigid. Any moment now, Ansel will smell his brother on me and all hell will break loose.

My husband has always been scared of losing everything to his brother. When we got married, his biggest fear had been losing me to Axel. He had nightmares where he dreamt of Axel attempting to kidnap me. He dreamt of losing the family business to his twin.

Ansel prided himself on being the better brother. He had gone to business school to take over their parents' company. He had married right out of college to please his father. He always wanted to follow in their father's footsteps and he loved the fact that his brother was the fuckup. It made him the preferred brother.

I don't know why Axel's back now, but I can notice the dynamic between them hasn't changed much. Axel still has his air of recklessness. Ansel still has his seriousness.

"We need to talk, brother. My office is right this way," Ansel says.

He eyes me suspiciously as they leave the bedroom. As soon as they disappear, I fall into bed. Relieved.

Oh, that could've gone bad. Ansel would've blown a casket if he found out what happened.

I touch my hand to my lips, exhaling heavily. Then, I lower my hands to my breasts, my vagina where I can still feel his dick inside me. His big dick. Bigger than my husband's. Oh, I'm so screwed.

I head downstairs to the kitchen. I fumble around in the fridge, fetching a bottle of water and some cut-up fruits.

When I close the fridge, I see Axel leaning against it. Waiting for me. I startle with a jump. Everything I was holding falls out of my hand and land on the floor with a loud noise. The glasses break into pieces. The fruits scramble away.

Axel laughs deviously.

"Jesus. I thought you were still up there!"

He smiles. He just loves getting under my skin. "Oh, my conversations with my brother are always brief."

I look behind him up the stairs. Ansel's not lurking around.

Axel reads my mind. "Don't worry, I didn't tell him I fucked his wife. He's never gonna find out from me."

"Good, it should stay that way. Cause the last thing I need is you fucking up my life right now!"

He steps closer, tugging at my rope to pull it open.

"Oh, but I know you liked it," he teases me.

He pulls me closer, touching me.

"Stop it, Axel. Please," I beg without any conviction in my voice.

He gropes my breasts, playing with my nipples. They harden against my will. My body reacts completely to him. He has all the control. I can't resist him even if I wanted to. I can't pull away from him.

My husband can walk through at any moment but it's that risk that makes this thrilling. The thrill of being caught makes me hotter.

I just want him to shove everything off the kitchen island and throw me on top, fucking me right there.

"Oh, Axel...." I whisper, giving in completely to him.

~Candy~

"I love the way you say my name," Axel whispers against my neck. His breath is hot against my skin.

"Axel," I repeat. His name sounds like melted butter in my mouth. Sensual, seductive, wild.

This is wrong. This is all wrong. I took a vow to commit to my husband. The first twin. Why the hell am I breaking that vow with the second, wilder twin? The wrong twin. The one that would surely ruin my life.

But everything's different with Axel. With Ansel, it's all about morbid control. All about his own desires. But Axel knows how to manage control, to spin it into a pleasurable experience for me. For one thing, I am not afraid of Axel. I am enthralled by him.

"We shouldn't do this," I whisper to him.

"Yeah, we shouldn't...." he returns hoarsely. That voice has a hold on me. A strange hallucinatory effect. The low rumble of it, the duskiness, and rough edge captures my entire body, holding me captive.

He pulls my panties aside, his finger searching for and finding my clit. He begins to run circles on it. I moan into his skin.

He runs his tongue along my neck base.

"Do you want me to stop? Just tell me to stop," he breathes, fierily.

"You need to sto..." I begin to say but I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence.

Fuck it, I don't want him to stop. I want him to ravish me right here. Again, and again and again.

"Good girl. Now sit back and let me..."

A sudden noise outside the kitchen door startles us. I shove Axel away, afraid that it was his brother coming in to catch us red-handed.

In my attempt to run, I jump right into the broken shards of glasses lying around on the floor. The glass penetrates into my feet, drawing blood.

I let out a short cry of pain.

Axel comes over immediately. "Let me."

Before I can protest, he scoops me into his arms and carries me away from the glass. He deposits me carefully on the kitchen island.

I struggle against him the entire time.

"Ansel's coming."

He can't even begin to understand the horrors I would be put through if Ansel found us in a compromising position.

Axel heads out to the kitchen door to have a look. As soon as he pushes the door, my cat, Sir Louis, comes running in.

"See? It was just a cat. Your husband's busy on international calls in his office," Axel scolds me.

I exhale with relief.

Sir Louis hops onto my laps. I begin to stroke his mane.

Axel returns to me. he takes my leg, examining it with a tenderness I have never received from his brother. Ever in all the five years we've been married.

"You should be careful, Princess. We don't want your precious body getting hurt now, do we?" Axel asks with a teasing grin. He starts to pick out the glass in my feet.

I can't stop staring at him. His devilish streak of seduction is irresistible. His eyelashes have only grown softer, longer in all the years he'd been away. His skin is tanner now.

"How was Europe?" I ask him.

He puts down my feet, looking up.

"Cold. Fun. The summers were the best."

He finds the first aid kit in the overhead drawer. As he stretches a hand to bring it down, his shirt peels up, revealing his lithe body. I see the number 2/02 tattooed on his body inside a love tattoo. My birthday? He has my birthday tattooed on his body?

My heart beat suddenly accelerates.

Calm down! You definitely need to calm down, I think to myself. It could be something else...who knows? Another date in his life.

It definitely has nothing to do with me.

Still, just the thought of having my date on his body for one second made me so happy. Fuck, Axel has a way of driving me nuts. It makes me irrationally angry knowing that our time together will never amount to anything tangible. I already chose his twin. Being back here will ruin everything for me.

When he tries to touch my feet again, I slap his hand away.

"Why are you here, Axel?" I want to know.

Knowing him, he'd just get me attached to him and then run away again. I don't trust him. I never did.

"I'm back to stay, Princess."

I wish he wouldn't call me that. It has a possessive tone. It automatically sounds like he's my prince. He's not.

"Why? Europe sounded amazing five years ago. You said you would never come back. You left."

I wanted to add 'You left me' but what right did I have to make that assertion? I married his brother. Technically, I left him first.

"I fucked up. I know. I was a coward. I never should've let him have you! You belong to me!"

I sigh. This is all messed up.

He touches my upper thigh.

"Tell me you've never thought of me all these years. Never even imagined for one second about me," he says slowly, sensually.

I can't think straight with his hand on my body.

"We can't do this, Axel. You lost that right when you left for Europe."

"If I remember correctly, I was begging you to marry me instead. You said no. You chose him. What was I supposed to do? Sit around here and watch you be happy with him?"

I snap!

"I am not happy with him. I was never happy with him. I wasn't happy back then and I'm definitely not happy now!"

Axel's brows raise quizzically.

I take a deep breath. I shouldn't have done that. Now, he knows. I never wanted him to feel like he won or that I made a mistake in marrying Ansel.

We hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I cover myself up quickly and leap out of the kitchen with Axel following me.

My husband's coming down the stairs. He frowns when he sees us together. Then, he notices my leaping.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I stepped in glass. I'm fine."

He observes me coldly for a few minutes before turning to his brother. He doesn't say sorry, or express concern about my injury.

"Um, you can stay at the guest house in the north end corner of the property until you find your own place. I expect you to come to the office tomorrow. We need to start making preparations immediately," Ansel says in his business voice.

I glance over to Axel, my eyes full of questions. What preparations? What's the real reason he came back?