Page 41 of Twice as Twisted

I fuck her with the popsicle until the red juice is running down my hand, dripping onto the floor, pooling beneath her and around my knees.

“Look at it, running out of her like virgin blood,” Duke says, reaching around me to thumb her clit, stretching her skin and opening her to see the glistening red inside.

She whimpers in response.

“She was never a virgin,” I say, my lip curling in disgust as the final bits of slush slip off the wooden popsicle stick. “She was born a slut.”

“Stop,” she chokes out through her sobs. “It’s too cold.”

“Better than hot, isn’t it, little weasel?” Duke taunts.

She shudders and lets out an anguished, pitiful cry in response.

I toss the wooden stem onto her shirt and stand. “I think we’re done with our reunion,” I say. “We’ll see you tonight.”

“Leave me alone,” she whispers, her voice watery and defeated. She rolls onto her side, her body folding in on itself like a smashed spider.

“Never,” I say, a cruel taunt of a smile on my lips.

“Please,” she whispers through chattering teeth against her knees.

I crouch next to my brother, and she cowers away, huddling closer to the floor. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and I turn her head our way. Dragging her up to meet me, I force her to accept the softest kiss to her trembling, pink lips. It’s a promise and the seal of a promise in one, delivered without remorse or mercy. She is ours, and we will have her however we want her.

The shiver that runs through her body as it sags back to the floor says she understands. We don’t make promises lightly, and never ones we don’t intend to keep.

And we intend to keep her for good this time.

ten

Duke Dolce

“It’s time to go,” Baron says, snagging the gun from my hand and tucking it into the back of his pants.

Regret stabs through me, straight into my chest. I’m not ready.

The pain sinks down into my gut in a dull throb, all the way to my groin. My cock strains, my balls aching. Watching my twin fuck Mabel with a popsicle was enough to drive me out of my mind, if I wasn’t already gone. I don’t know how he held himself back from dropping his pants and slamming to the hilt inside the sweet relief of her cunt.

I didn’t even get that much, barely touched her.

Now I feel myself slipping closer to the edge, the place where my demon dwells, the delicious madness beckoning. I’m glitching, moving back and forth between him and myself too rapidly for safety. If I go out into the world like this, even I don’t know what I’ll do.

Mabel will make it all go away. She always did. She’s the only one who can.

And after all this time, she’s here, in front of us, so close I can touch her. I don’t want to go yet, to leave without getting my fill. I want to tumble across the floor with her, roll in her until her scent covers every inch of me.

Baron likes to play with his food.

I like to feast.

“I’m not ready,” I say, never taking my eyes off Mabel. She shrinks away, and my demon flares. I wish I could say he takes over, that I don’t know what happened when I come back, that I black out. But I’m not so lucky. When he takes over, I’m there, forced to sit in the corner of my mind and watch, like I did so many times at Thorncrown. Dad thought if I could take my punishment like a man, it would prove I was one.

“She’s had enough,” Baron says, which really means he’s had enough, and he wants to leave her terrified of what’s to come. But I didn’t come this far to play games and taunt her.

“I haven’t,” I say simply.

I hear him let out a huff behind me, and I know if I looked up at him from where I still kneel, he’ll have the same look in his eyes that he did after he realized she hadn’t shot me, that I wasn’t physically injured. Any other hurt doesn’t count in his eyes.

“I’ll give you an hour with her,” Baron says. “That’s for both of you. Finish what you need to say and do for us to start over. I expect compliance when I come back.”

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