The Mafia Twins' Bride

Chapter 4: Two Voices in the Hallway

I froze outside the bedroom door, chills running down my spine. The two identical low voices continued arguing in the hallway, sharp and it even got more heated.

“What the hell do you mean you had her first? That's bullshit,” one snapped. “I was the one who brought her up here. And she’s going to carry my heir.”

The second voice, exactly the same but rougher, shot back. “I f****d her first that night. Don’t act like you own her alone, Dominic.” the voice said fuming.

My hand hovered over the door handle. Every instinct in me screamed at me that this was my chance to open the door and bolt, but yet I couldn't bring myself to move. My instincts was right all along so they are actually twins for real. Gosh what the heck have i gotten myself into i had slept with both of them and hadn’t even known.I muttered.

I heard footsteps getting closer to the door. Before I could back away, the door swung open. Dominic’s hand clamped around my arm and yanked me roughly inside. He slammed the door shut, his eyes blazing with pure fury.

What the f**k were you standing there for? I heard some noise coming from the hallway and decided to find out the reason why; before you barged in, I stammered.

“It’s just business, nothing serious” he lied smoothly, his voice very calm. “Get back to bed.”

I stumbled as he let go of my wrist but I caught balance of myself before I could fall. I turned back to face him, my chest heaving “That wasn’t business. Who was that? And why does he sound exactly like you?"

He didn’t answer. Instead he closed the distance between us with a single stride, his hand catching my waist and hauling me hard against his chest. His mouth crashed down on mine, rough and demanding, like he could kiss away the questions off my head. I shoved at his chest, but he only held me tighter.

“Dominic...please" I whimpered against his lips, the words barely coming out of my mouth.

“The contract says you would open your legs for me every night,” he growled against my lips. “You signed it. So stop talking and f*****g do what you're supposed to do.”

He spun me around, bending me over the edge of the bed. My hands caught the rumpled sheets. I heard his pants and belt drop to the floor. He was right behind me,he shoved my legs apart with his knee. No warm-up unlike the earlier session we had. He thrust in deep and hard, making me gasp.

The thrusting had hurt, but was quickly replaced by pleasure. Every thrust was harder and rougher than before, charged with a dark suffocating fury, as if he were trying to f**k the suspicion out of my brain. My body still responded. My hips rocked back to meet his every thrust even though my mind screamed that something wasn't right.

I turned my head and caught sight of his wrist, the scar looked different from the one I remembered.

He gripped my hair, forcing my head down. “Eyes on the bed Lila,” he ordered.

My breath came in ragged gasps. Pleasure mixed with fear until I couldn’t tell them apart. My orgasm built fast, the tension coiling tight in my belly. I came hard, biting the sheet to muffle my cry. Dominic thrust deeper with a low groan, as he emptied his seed inside of me.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing heavy against my neck. Then he pulled out and stepped back.

I turned around on shaky legs, my p***y still dripping with his cums, I pulled the bed sheet around me. “Tell me the truth. Who was out there?” I asked my gaze never leaving his.

Dominic zipped his pants, his jaw tightening. “Nobody you need to worry about right now.” he hissed.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

Before Dominic could move, the door swung opened.

A man stepped in he looked exactly like Dominic. Same height, same dark piercing eyes, same sharp jaw. But the scar on his wrist was on the opposite side. He leaned lazily against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his gaze sliding over my bare shoulders with a slow predatory hunger.

Dominic's cold piercing eyes glared at the identical man standing at the door, if looks could kill Dominic's look would have done so. The tension in the room felt so suffocating that my breath got stucked in my throat.

“My turn tomorrow night, sweetheart,” he said, his voice identical to that of Dominic, but carrying a different edge. “Whether he likes it or not.” he smirked at Dominic.

Dominic moved with terrifying speed, lunging across the room, shoving his brother hard against the outer corridor wall with a deafening crashing sound. “Get the f**k out, Dante” Dominic roared, the sound echoing like thunder through the hallway. Or I might not hesitate to put a bullet in your chest right now.

“And if I don't” Dante fired back. Before I could say jerk. The two brothers were now pointing guns at each others face, pure irritation written all over their faces as though they were sworn enemies.

“Stop” I screamed on top of my voice, my chest heaving as though I'm about to have a panic attack.

Dominic hid back his gun in his waist,while he rushed back into the room kneeling right in front of me, Dante followed suit.

“Are you okay,” Lila. Dante asked worry edged in his voice.

“You bastard, see what you've caused.” Dominic yelled, he stood up in full force his forearm pressed crushing-hard against Dante's throat.

“She already knows the truth now. And blood shares everything remember, whether you accept it or not she's also mine, never forget that brother,” Dante drawled, his voice steady even as Dominic held him tightly.

Dante's gaze flicked to me one last time, a slow wicked smirk curved up on his lips, that made my heart skip a bit. “Sleep well Lila. Tomorrow's going to be a lot more interesting.

With a casual shove, Dante shrugged Dominic's arm off his throat, adjusted his collar with deliberate slowness, and turned vanishing down the hallway without giving me a second glance.

The heavy silence that followed suit was so deafening.

Dominic turned to me, his face hard. “Stay in this room. And don’t ask any f*****g questions.”

But I already had too many questions going through in my mind.

I looked up at Dominic, my suspicion growing with every heartbeat. “You’re not the only one who had me that night, are you?” I asked my eyes never leaving his.

Dominic’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous.

“Careful what you ask, Lila.”

The words hung between us. My body still aching from his thrusts, but my mind was spinning faster than before.

I knew somewhere outside that door, his twin would be waiting for his turn. And from the way Dante had looked at me earlier on told me that it wouldn't be about taking turns on me anymore, it seemed

like the real fight had just started. And I'm trapped between them both.