Page 6 of The Twins

This is our secret.

I gasp when he shoves me against the wood. It’s hot against my skin after being exposed to the sun all day. “You don’t like this swimsuit?”

Gulping, I shake my head. He didn’t shove to hurt me, more to position me. He takes my breath away when he towers above me the way he does right now. His knee parts my thighs. If I shifted a little lower on the boardwalk, I’d feel his flesh against my core.

I move, but Remo grabs my knee. He doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t want me to move. I need to lie still. “Who told you to buy it?”

“Nobody. I bought it for myself,” I confess.

“You look like a whore wearing it,” he says. He doesn’t spit the words at me, but they’re full of judgement, nonetheless. I find pleasure in his statement’s spite. “But you knew that already, didn’t you?”

I nod.

His flat palm finds my pussy before I can take my next breath. The slap above my swimsuit is just a warning. He says, “What does a whore like you know?”

“I-I…” I clear my throat. “Nothing. I know nothing unless you tell me.”

Remo’s smirk dies, and he slips out of the role I force him into. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

His ice-blue eyes turn cold with appetite for destruction. His fingers slide between the fabric of my swimsuit and my skin, electrifying me with their touch. He hooks his finger unto the fabric, dragging it down my thighs and past my knees.

I’m bare for him to see, but for some reason, he stares at the swimsuit instead. I ask, “Is something wrong?”

Remo doesn’t respond to me. He fists the swimsuit, and he turns away from me, leaving me panting on the boardwalk. Momentarily, I gaze after him as he walks away into the woods.

I pick myself up, and I follow him, almost tripping over dead logs. I feel self-conscious, but I shouldn’t. It’s just us two at this lake. This is Remo’s property. At least, I think so. Vegas doesn’t know about it, but just because Vegas is his brother that doesn’t mean he has to share everything with him.

Which he kind of already does.

He shares me. I’m theirs.

“Remo? Where are you?” I call after him, but he’s disappeared in the thickness of the small forest by the lake.

I keep going, the wind’s rustling my only companion.

I don’t hear him. I haven’t developed the skill like my men have. Remo finds me from behind. His hand wraps around most of my face, a mask to keep me from screaming.

Even if I screamed, nobody would hear.

We’re all alone here.

With his other hand, Remo exposes my breasts from the top of my swimsuit. His hand covers me, and his fingers tease my nipple. He rolls it, gradually adding more pressure. I can’t see him, but even if I did, he wouldn’t have much to show.

Remo’s not mine when we’re on this property.

“You like?” I gasp through his hold, pushing back against his front. His breath is on my neck, a blanket of comfort. I feel every ridge of his body. His hard cock presses against me.

“Your tits? Fuck, of course I do.” Remo’s not as much of an actor like Vegas. Each man in our relationship has a function, and Remo’s the guy who does the favors the rest would forbid.

Remo gets most of my attention because he hurts, but he returns my love in tenfold. He never says no to me, and we keep our dirty little secrets like the bruise-making sex by the lake.

He slaps the hot flesh on my chest. Shocked, I yelp into his hand covering my mouth. His chuckle is anything but evil. He doesn’t understand why I want this secret sex.

Let me rewind.

Remo is perfectly capable of understanding why—he’s a brilliant man. This need of mine is toxic. If it were a healthy kink, I’d be able to ask for it from Charles and Vegas, too. But those two would scold and correct me for wanting such bad things to be done to me.

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