myself a generous glass of cheap wine from the deli down the street.
The buzzer sounds minutes later, and I pick myself up with a groan to answer the bell.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Kara." The voice is nervous, young. A girl.
"Who?"
"Um, Kara." I can practically see her fidgeting. "I was here a few days ago... We met at the club?"
I remember the redhead then. Grinning, I buzz her through, and a moment later, she appears on the doorstep of our apartment, holding a wet umbrella and hiding her mascara-smudged face from me.
"I'm so sorry I just dropped by," she mutters, kicking off her ankle boots and heading straight for the couch. I groan inwardly. I had no intention of entertaining one of my brother's ex-conquests, but it looks as if I have no choice. I join the redhead on our couch, and she smiles weakly at me. "I should have called first."
"Probably." I shrug. "So, what's up?"
"My boyfriend just broke up with me," she whispers. "I'm sorry. I know I should've told you I was with someone when we met, but... yeah." Her eyes are as big as saucers as they meet mine, begging for forgiveness. "I'm really sorry, Kade."
Oh, she thinks I'm my brother.
I'm about to set her straight, but something keeps my mouth shut. I'm wondering how I can play this to my advantage. How I can manipulate Kara into doing something for me.
"What are you doing here, Kara?" I finally ask, my eyes scanning her face for a sign of weakness I can exploit. "How do I fit into all of this?"
"I... I didn't know where else to go." She starts crying, quiet little sobs wracking her body. I pick myself up from the couch and bring her a glass of water. She gulps it down gratefully before speaking again. "I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have come here, but I didn't know where else to go."
"It's okay."
"No, it's not." She puts the glass down, and some water sloshes over the rim. I watch the ring forming on the coffee table as she sobs softly. "I'll go. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I repeat. "You can stay for a while. What would make you feel better?"
The sobs stop as if on cue. She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her black sweater and raises them to meet mine. There's not a hint of sadness in her gaze now. No, she stares at me with pure, unfiltered lust. So that's why she came here. Guess Kade's dick worked its magic on her. And my thoughts are confirmed when the redhead speaks up again.
"Fuck me." The words are loud in the quiet room, the only other sound the hum of the TV I left on. "Fuck me like you did last time, Kade."
I smirk, laughing at her. "I thought you liked my brother better."
"No way." She laughs out loud, and my hands form fists in my lap. I want to fucking hurt her. "He's a kid. Nothing like you."
"You know we're identical twins, right? I'm older than him by, like, a minute."
"A minute is all it takes." She scoots closer to me on the couch. Trembling fingers touch my hand and electricity sparks between us. Kara's fucking hot, and the desire to hurt her mixes with my primal lust, creating an intoxicating cocktail that pumps through my veins, demanding I feed the beast in my head. "You're totally different than him, Kade. You're the real alpha out of the two of you..."
She leans in closer, running her fingertips over my paint-streaked white T-shirt. I smirk at her, grabbing her hand by the wrist. Her surprised eyes find mine, and she smiles shyly. I get up, still holding onto her hand, and force her to her knees in front of the couch. I twist her arm just painfully enough that she obeys. Lust overshadows her judgment, and she complies.
"Take my cock out." I barely recognize my own voice. I really am Kade in this fantasy. The bad seed. "Fucking now."
Kara's hands shake as she undoes my zipper and pulls my jeans and boxers down. My cock springs free of its prison. I take deep, dark satisfaction in the little gasp that escapes Kara's lips. She glances at me, and a flash of disbelief crosses her face. But I don't let those doubts take over. Instead, I force the tip of my cock between her lips.
"What the fuck," she breathes, and I take the opportunity to push into her mouth next. She sputters and