The Twin's Forbidden Desire

Chapter 8

Sophie

I left my room to go to the dining room, where I would have breakfast. All the muscles in my body hurt, even the ones I didn’t even know about.

In addition, I had a stuck nose, so running away from the pool house completely sweaty and wet everywhere at four in the morning and wearing only the costume had not been the best idea.

When I arrived in my room, I collapsed on the bed, completely destroyed and full of c*m.

After our s*x trip on the couch, Noah didn’t stop, oh no, he made sure he kept his promise, and he f****d me as I’ve never been f****d in my life. It filled me so much that it hurt me, and I wanted more and more, and still, it wasn’t enough for me, even though my p***y was still throbbing and aching.

I slowly went down the stairs, and I went towards the dining room, when I entered, I blocked myself, finding myself in front of two pairs of eyes similar but with a different look.

I looked at the twins frowning, feeling the tension in the lower abdomen as if I hadn’t had so many orgasms this night that I hadn’t even counted them.

"I thought I was alone," I said hoarsely. I screamed so much last night that my throat hurt, and I missed my voice.

"Sorry?" Ethan asked, resting an elbow on the back of his chair.

"I thought you didn’t want to spend time with me," I said, and Ethan chuckled.

I went to the table in front of them, and I could feel Noah look at me as if he could see through my clothes, well, he had already seen under my clothes.

I pulled back my head and sat down, squinting at the pain in my p***y. I looked up and saw Noah’s smug smile as he took a cup and carried it to his lips.

"Don’t you have better things to do than torment me? Your father is not there," I said, complaining more because of the pain radiating from the center of my legs than anything else.

"Just because daddy’s not here, we don’t want the silver to go away by accident," Ethan commented.

I snorted and swirled my eyes as the maid laid warm waffles before me. I felt my stomach growl, and I took my fork and started eating silently. I was really hungry.

"Well, I have things to do, but I’ll be back for dinner," Noah said, getting up.

I looked at him frowning but didn’t say a word as he chuckled and walked out of the dining room. I sighed and continued to eat as Ethan looked at me, I could feel his look on me, so I looked up, and bumped into his greens.

"Don’t you have something to do?" I asked after swallowing.

"Nah," he said, "And then there’s the old man," he said with a mischievous smile, "You know what he’s doing right now?" he then asked me, leaning his elbows on the table and looking straight into my eyes.

"No, Ethan, what’s he doing?" I asked, annoyed.

"He’ll probably be in his suite in New York, with Sandra below him while he f***s her," he said seriously, looking for some reaction from me.

"So?" I said, frowning, "Should I care?" I asked again, "You better f**k her, at least she won’t try to f**k me," I said with a shrug and a lift.

"Doesn’t it bother you?" he asked.

"Why would he?" I said, rolling my eyes again, "You better keep your hands, give me more time for myself," I said, drinking some juice.

And then I got up and asked, "What is it that you really want?" Ethan asked, getting me stuck in the door.

I turned and looked at him, "Something impossible," I replied, leaving the dining room.

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That day I decided to wander around the house for a while, hoping that my thoughts, which filled my head, would leave me alone for a moment.

Thoughts of me, on that couch, with Noah sunk inside me while giving me a pleasure I had never known before. Even though my body was sore, I still wanted more, and I couldn’t help but want it more and more.

I had never felt a desire so strong as what I felt at that moment for that man. Maybe I was really going crazy.

I wandered into the other wing of what could very well be considered a castle. I hoped there’d be a bookstore where I could waste my time.

The absence of the big boss also allowed me to be freer. I wasn’t forced into stupid dresses and heels. That day I wore a light and colorful skirt with a white top that left me uncovering the top of my belly.

I entered a room, but there was nothing except for a large living room with a huge fireplace, it looked like a room where to give elegant parties.

I sighed and closed the door and then turned around and walked down the corridor again, at the end of it, there was a huge wooden door. In my heart, I hoped it was the library, so I skipped it.

I opened the door, and I frowned. That wasn’t the library. In front of me was a large dark ebony desk with a comfortable black leather swivel chair behind it. Behind the desk was a window overlooking the immense garden of the villa. A brand new computer was on the corner of the desk.

I sighed and shook my head.

"Didn’t anyone teach you how to knock?" a voice reached me, and I yelled in fear and turned my head in the direction it came from.

On the right, slouched on a leather sofa, with a glass in his hand, was Ethan, looking at me frowning.

I carried a hand to my chest, where my heart beat furiously as he looked at me, frowning.

"I thought nobody was home," I answered.

"It’s my house," he replied.

"I’m sorry I bothered you," I said to leave.

"Were you looking for something in particular here in my father’s office? Maybe the checkbook? Or the credit card?" he asked me with acidity.

I sighed and looked at him momentarily, "I was just looking for silverware to sell," I said sourly too.

He looked at me, almost amused, and then he got up, and then he walked over to the desk, and waved me in.

I knew that I had to leave, stay as far away as possible from these twins who could make me flip in less than half a second, but, nevertheless, I found myself closing the door and resting with my shoulders.

I watched him carefully as he approached the desk and took something, after a while, he turned around and threw it at me, I stood still while the paper-cutter slid into the wood of the door above my head by at least ten centimeters.

My legs trembled, and my heart pounded in my chest while I was immobilized for a few seconds.

Then I lifted my head and looked at the letter opener above me. She felt the vein of my brain closing as I snapped to look back at Ethan.

"Have you lost your mind?!" I snapped at him as I approached him with great strides.

I reached out to slap him, but he held my hand in midair.

"Be careful, lady, you could drop your perfect wifey facade," he said with a satisfied grin.

I raised my other hand, but it blocked that too.

"Too slow," he said proudly.

I looked at him and suddenly raised my knee, kneeling him in the middle of his legs. He opened his eyes wide and immediately left my hands as he bent over, brought his hands to the horse, and groaned in pain. I raised my hand and slapped him on the cheek, and the snap rang out all over the room.

I went to leave, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to him I pushed him, but he grabbed me by dropping them both on the desk, like me on him.

"Leave me!" I yelled at him, patting him on the chest to break up.

"You knelt me in the balls!" he snapped at me.

"You deserve it!" I yelled at him.

"b***h!" she yelled at me.

"Asshole!" I shouted, looked him for a moment in the eyes, then grabbed his face and glued his lips to his.

He growled and put a hand in my hair and his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with a heat that immediately made me feel wet underwear.

Oh my God, I was lost.