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‘If you leave marks that last any longer than three days, I’ll need you to pay my time off.’ She jutted her chin higher and pouted.
‘People will fuck you even harder with crop marks across your arse. But fine. I’ll keep it light.’
It was no fun hurting women who didn’t want it, anyway; Their reactions fed my hunger.
The sharp intake of breath. The melting when the pain subsided. The looks that said I want to kill you as much as they said please, don’t stop.
A staff member announced us on stage, and Ruby dropped to her knees, scowling. ‘I hate crawling.’
‘Come on, let’s get it over with.’
Every sigh and pout made me want to leave the stage. But the performance came before my personal preferences, so on we continued.
Eventually, I held Ruby at arm’s length with a fist in her brown hair, and barely tapped her ass with my crop while she acted like I was flaying her alive.
Trying to avoid rolling my eyes, I used the crop handle to tilt her chin upwards. Her eyes gleamed with defiance as she whispered, ‘I better not have any marks.’
She stole a glance at my crotch before frowning. Ruby was a woman used to having men falling over themselves to get near her. My lack of interest clearly didn’t sit well with her.
‘Can’t get it up?’ she whispered, her mouth tipping up with a smirk.
‘Not for you, Ruby.’
She narrowed her eyes at me, her nostrils flaring.
As soon as we finished the show and stepped out of the audience’s view, Ruby leapt to her feet.
‘Why do you even own a sex club? I never see you fuck anyone. You don’t even seem to enjoy any of the scenes you do. What are you? A eunuch?’
My muscles bunched as the temptation to spin her around and show her what I was really into flared. But anger was never a good reason to do anything.
So I fixed her with a stare and waited for her to grow nervous beneath it. It didn’t take long.
‘Sorry... Ewen. That was out of line.’ She shifted from one foot to another and wrapped her arms around herself. Questioning your boss’s sexual desires wasn’t the best plan of action.
And the little bit of discomfort she displayed was the hottest that Ruby had ever been to me.
The way her eyes widened as she realised she’d misspoken. The way her chest rose in an anxious breath. Nerves making her fidget. It provoked at least a twitch from my dick.
TWO
CORA
Muffled noises woke me, and I rolled over to see my clock’s angry red digits reading three in the morning. I groaned, pulling my duvet over my head as my sister, Ruby, continued her noisy rampage in the kitchen.
I hated that she worked late nights at the club and seemed to think it was perfectly fine to act like it wasn’t after midnight when she got home, even though she knew I had classes in the morning. The theme song from her current favourite reality show blared from the TV speakers, the sound seeping under my bedroom door, and as much as I tried to ignore it, I couldn’t. After fifteen minutes of willing myself back to sleep, I got out of bed with a huff, pulling on a hoodie and some leggings. With tired rage fuelling me, I left my room to go have the same conversation I had with Ruby at least once a week. It would help for a day or two before being ignored entirely.
Rubbing my eyes, I walked down the short hallway leading to the main living space and heard an odd noise. A low groan. Walking around the corner, my mouth gaped open as my brain struggled to comprehend the scene before me. A hairy ass was the first thing I saw. Thumping up and down between spread thighs. Fingernails scraping down the man’s back as he grunted. Ruby’s face contorted as she moaned.
I ducked back behind the wall, my heart pounding.
What the hell?
I used that couch, too. My fists clenched at my sides as I screwed my eyes shut.
I absolutely didn’t need to see my identical twin having sex in the bloody living room. Ruby usually had a little more decency than that. She at least made it to the bedroom when she had had men home previously.
Despite looking the exact same, we couldn’t be more different. She was fun, and loud, and went after everything she wanted without hesitation. I... didn’t. Our whole lives, I felt like she was out there living while I followed her from the sidelines. Watching. Waiting. Always just a bit duller next to the way she shone.
