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Both me and Dr. Nelson looked at the woman in the bed.
Dr. Nelson backed away from her, took a glove off and placed his hand over his mouth before he dropped it and said, “Dominic, I don’t think she’s lying. This woman isn’t Farrah.”
CHAPTER FIVE
This has to be a damned joke.
I stared at Dr. Nelson for a few more moments as I waited for him to tell me that he’d just been pulling my leg. Waited for him to tell me that he’d chosen that very moment to test my patience. Instead all I saw on his face was the flush of panic.
“What the fuck are you talking about this isn’t Farrah. How in the hell does someone who looks just like Farrah, and sounds just like Farrah not be Farrah?” I snarled.
“Dom, I don’t know. I know that I checked Farrah this morning to make sure she was ovulating. She was definitely not a virgin and she definitely was ovulating. This woman, well she isn’t a virgin any more, but she’s not ovulating either.”
None of this was making any sense to me. I usually trusted Dr. Nelson with my life but right now he sounded like a quack physician.
Unless what the woman had been basically screaming at me since I lifted her up from the small ceremony was true. If she were truly this twin that none of us knew Farrah had, it could be possible that her body was different.
That would mean that not only did Farrah play me for a fool but so did this woman lying in my bed.
My hands balled into fists as I stared down at the woman. She had her eyes closed and was curled up on her side. She was in pain. Pain I’d caused without a doubt. Any other person would have let guilt and remorse eat them alive but not me. I’m not any other man. I didn’t have time to coddle this woman. I wanted answers and I didn’t care if she was in discomfort while she gave them to me.
I grabbed hold of her ankle and snatched her body down the large king sized bed. The fire she’d had prior to this burst back into her as she kicked and swung her arms at me.
“Get away from me! Get off! You bastard! Let go!” She screamed.
Her arms flailed making contact ever so often with my shoulders or arms. Her legs kicked out but even when she connected with my midsection there was no real strength behind them.
I used one hand to grab hold of both her wrist and I pressed them over her head while I climbed back up on the bed with her. I placed one of my knees in between her legs but made sure not to move too far up. Still even as I held her down, completely secured, her body continued to twist and buck under me. Her pale skin blotched with patches of hot pink blush.
Her thin thigh rubbed back and forth against my balls and as much as I tried to settle down, before all of this had started I had been in the middle of fucking her. My mind may have figured out that this wasn’t the time to be horny but my cock didn’t get that same memo. As horrible as it was, I just wanted to be nestled deep in her tight wet heat once again.
“Stop!” I warned.
The flailing stopped with my words but as I stared down into the woman’s light hazel eyes I knew the fight was far from over. Her chest heaved up and down from her exertions and she glared at me as if she wanted me to combust.
“I’m not trying to hurt you right now but if you don’t settle down, I’m not going to have a choice.” My voice is ragged.
Using my free hand I reached over and grabbed hold of one of my sheets to drape over her. If I had to look at her tits bouncing with every one of her breaths I wasn’t going to be able to control myself for very long. She flinched as I moved my hand away from her.
“Who are you?” I asked simply.
“I already told you.” She replied quickly before she looked away.
My jaw protested painfully as I clenched my teeth together trying to keep a hold on my patience. When she didn’t follow up with the answer I wanted I grabbed hold of her chin and forced her eyes to me. “I don’t give a damn what you told me before. I want you to tell me now. Who are you?”
She jerked her chin out of my grasp, “I’m Faye. Farrah is my sister. My twin sister.”
“Motherfucking hell.” Dr. Nelson said from behind me.
“What the hell are you doing here, Faye?” Her name sat on my tongue like poison before it drifted off into the air.
Her eyes held mine for a second before, more tears sprang to hers, “She told me it was a date. She made me believe it was a dinner and an interactive show date. She was sick and said she couldn’t miss it. We’d switched places for small things before in school. That was before she got locked up.” She closed her eyes and cried harder. I let go of her hands and leaned up on my knees to look down at this woman. The pure anguish and betrayal that poured from her.
“I didn’t help her last time she was in trouble, that’s why she went to jail. I just wanted my sister back. I wanted to help her so she’d know I was still with her. She used me. She used me and I was gullible enough to believe that she’d turned over a new leaf.” Faye brought her hands to her face and she turned to her side to continue sobbing.
I slid off the bed, doing my best not to jostle her. As I got to the edge my eyes settled on the large red spot on the sheets. Nausea dropped like a five ton brick in my gut. The very thought that all the fighting and screams for me to stop was genuine and not just part of a game twisted my stomach up into knots.
I’d forced myself on that woman. Misunderstanding or not, I’d held her down and taken her virginity like a brute. I’ve never taken a woman’s virginity before mostly because the women that run in my circles are experienced and know exactly what they need to do in order to twist a man around their finger. Also, I fuck too hard to be anyone’s first. Faye here would be a prime example as to why I shouldn’t be allowed to be the first one in anyone’s pussy.
