Chapter 113 Twin Hunger
POV Mikhail:
With my cock hard in my hand, I stroke it, perfectly recalling Maya’s moans, her desperation to be taken by Dominic in that alley. The redhead is a filthy woman. Remembering her flushed face, overtaken by lust, the fire consuming her while she watched us standing there as our brother made her come with his mouth, makes my cock throb, craving to feel that again.
What would she taste like? I asked Dominic when we got back to the farm, but my brother got pissed and vanished before I could ask him to let me smell his face, just to catch that woman’s scent. He probably went off to jerk off thinking about that hottie. Because I did.
I speed up my hand, consumed by an excitement I’ve never felt before. I close my eyes, remembering how she ground herself shamelessly on Dominic’s face, how my brother made her scream, convulse, chasing her orgasm. I’d give anything to be behind her, licking the cleft of her ass, getting her ready to be fucked by one of my brothers. Fuck, I want to feel that again. I groan low and let myself come, filling my hand with cum.
“I’m going to eat you, Maya, or my name isn’t Mikhail Moretti.”
I take a quick shower; I don’t want to be late for lunch. Mom was categorical in telling us we’d have a guest today and that we should look presentable and be friendly—as if we were five years old again. When I leave the bathroom, Adrian is standing in the middle of the room, his eyes swiftly scanning my entire body.
“Why do you look identical to me?” he asks, and I can’t help laughing.
“Could it be because we’re identical twins?” I shoot back, making him roll his eyes.
“You know what I mean. Why did you cut your hair?”
“Because I want to mess with the little head of a certain hot redhead,” I say, and my brother shakes his head no. I don’t need to say more—Adrian knows exactly who I mean. “I want to stir her imagination, make her think about you and me fucking her, her sucking one of us while the other takes her from behind.”
“You’re crazy. Do you really think she’d agree to fuck us? From the looks of it, she’s interested in Dominic. We don’t want another Scarlett between us. It was bad enough how long Sebastian went without speaking to Luca because of that bitch.”
My brother has a point, but I read people fast, and it’s as clear as day that Maya wants to be fucked by me, just as much as by each of my brothers. Still, my brothers aren’t ready for that conversation yet.
“Maya isn’t Scarlett.”
“You’re right, she isn’t. But that doesn’t mean anything. You know sharing the same woman is playing with fire.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds. Adrian knows me well enough to know I won’t back down until I have that redhead beneath me, moaning my name, begging me to fuck her hard.
“One agreement. That’s all I’m asking.”
“What agreement?”
“A ménage between the three of us, and then I forget about her. I let her go back to driving Dominic crazy, and I won’t interfere anymore,” I state.
“A ménage? Just that, nothing else?”
“Nothing else,” I say, convinced.
“Fine. We fuck her and that’s it—no stirring up trouble with our brothers over a woman. Understood?”
“Trust me, Adrian. What happened with Scarlett won’t happen again. We’ll never get involved with the same woman again.”
“I hope so.”
Deep down, I hoped so too.
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I hear soft knocks at the door and head to open it, but I’m surprised to find Adrian about to do the same. My brother isn’t gentle enough to be this hospitable with Mom’s guests. I smile at him; there’s no reason for him to pretend he cares about who our mother invited, especially when she isn’t around.
“Mom’s in the kitchen,” I say, and Adrian smiles, stepping away from the doorway.
As soon as I open the door, the air in my lungs runs thin. Standing in front of me, wrapped in the most indecent outfit, is the reason for my masturbations. Her hair in two braids is giving me ideas I shouldn’t be having—especially knowing I’m about to sit down to lunch with my parents.
I’m going to eat you, Maya. Write it down, you delicious thing. I’m going to eat you.
“Did you cut your hair? And shave too?” I bite back a smile. I knew seeing us identical would mess with her head. “I can’t tell you apart.”
“I’m Adrian,” my brother introduces himself right away. He always plays the good guy. Maya has no idea how much worse he is than me.
“Come in, Maya. My mother is waiting for you,” I say with a smile, ready to start putting my plan into action. Maya steps inside, I move to her side, Adrian to the other, leaving her between us—already giving her an idea of what we want to do to her. I lean in and whisper near her ear, “Oh, hair and beard weren’t the only things we trimmed.”
She gasps, her red lips parting, and for a second I want to suck her lower lip into my mouth, then offer it to Adrian to bite. Fuck, I’m getting hard.
“I… I…” Her voice is barely a whisper. Her scent is driving me insane. Her taste is a drug I’m desperate to sample.
Don’t play with me, Maya, or I’ll take you to my room and gag you so you don’t scream while I fuck you hard, fast, and deep.
“Here, take my baby and go show him the farm,” she says, pushing her dog toward us. Only now do I notice he’s wearing an outfit… What the fuck is this? Is he dressed like a cowboy? I want to ask Maya, but the moment I lift my head, she’s gone.
“She ran, brother,” Adrian says, laughing.
“What do I do with him?” I lower my gaze to the dog, who looks at me as if—“Is he smiling?” I ask Adrian, who bursts out laughing.
“Do dogs smile?” he teases.
“I don’t know, but this one is,” I say, looking back at the dog wagging his tail. “Let’s go for a walk, little buddy. Looks like this is the only fun I’m getting for now.”
With Maya’s dog in my arms, I head out for a tour of the farm. Adrian decides to come along, and together we take the little cowboy out for a walk.