Sex with Twins: Wanted in Chicago

THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical.

Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.

They both were embedded with the looks and money any woman would die for.

Rachael Anderson was one of the privileged women to spend a night with one of them and it was Hardy. She gaped into his green eyes. Craving, not affection could be seen in them, but she didn't care. All she yearned to do was envelope herself in the heat of the moment, steered by the liquor that the both of them had.

Hardy slid his hand underneath her waist, heaving her closer to himself. She felt his erection against her thighs as a smirk crept into her cheeks. After a while, He broke the kiss and turned her around while she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. What was he doing? The question was asked inwardly as his hands slipped over her shoulder, taking a handful of her hair.

"Do you have a ribbon?" he inquired in a raspy voice. Rachael shook her head negatively. He sighed in frustration, yanking her hair forcefully, trying to fasten it into a bun. A whimper escaped from her lips as she turned to look at him.

"I didn't say you could turn around" he had a vicious look on his face as Rachael swallowed hard, whirling to her initial position.

"Stay here" He whispered Into her ear before he left.

Rachael being perplexed as hell still didn't turn around. She waited for him to return and he eventually did, lifting her hair off her shoulders again. It was tied with a ribbon, then he tapped her slightly. She wasn't sure if the pat was an indication for her to turn around or if it was something else.

"Look at me," he whispered to her. she swiveled to look at him. At this point, she was beginning to get flustered. This wasn't going as sensual as she wanted it to be.

"Lie on the bed" he ordered. Rachael stared at him in dismay. There wasn't going to be any foreplay? What was he trying to do? Punish her for something she didn't know of?

"What is it?" He asked already getting impatient, his breathing rapid

"Just like that?"

"Just like what" he cupped her chin and moved closer to her "If you don't want this, we can both stop and move on with our lives" he muttered under his breath. Rachael couldn't comprehend why he acted so affectionate when the way he spoke was contrary.

Rachael after breathing in sharply nodded incessantly and lay on the bed.

"Good, Take off your clothes" he commanded.

At this point, Rachael panicked. He wasn't as aggressive as this when he met her at the club. She remembered how overwrought with joy she was when he approached her. The idea of speaking to one of the most meaningful men in the whole of Chicago was exhilarating to her. He was the sweetest gentleman she had ever come across. When he asked her to spend a night with him, she didn't give it two thoughts. Now he was the exact opposite of the guy she saw in the club.

Rachael hesitated for a bit, but she finally slipped her red sleeveless dress down. She breathed in hard, staring at him. His expression didn't change even for a second.

"Take everything off," he said in a raspy voice, watching Rachel intently.

"I don't want to"

"I gave you a choice" he reminded her. Did she want to end this? The answer was no. Spending some time with one of the Collin brothers was her biggest fantasy. Now it was finally staring her in the face.

Her hand slipped underneath her bra as she took it off slowly and flung it to the floor. Her breathing was getting heavier. It was as a result of fear. Especially when he kept looking at her like that. His eyes traveled to her panties.

"I'm going to" she mouthed.

"Be quick about it, darling" the sarcasm in his voice when he said the last word couldn't go unnoticed.

Rachael slid her hand underneath the band of her pink panties, slipping it off. The moment it left her mound, she felt the cold air from the ventilator caress her skin as she shuddered.

"Good" he spoke softly to her as his hands traveled to his tie taking it off. The buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his masculine perfection. He took his trousers off, exposing his erection. Rachael swallowed hard when he got into the bed.

She lay still while he kissed her lightly on her neck. Rachael tried caressing his back, but he flinched, staring at her angrily.

"Don't touch me" he said coldly. She nodded incessantly.

He kept planting kisses on her neck, down to her bosom. Out of pleasure, Rachael closed her eyes, letting herself feel lost in his slow caress. The euphoria was cut short when he suddenly stopped kissing her and flipped her around aggressively. Rachael panicked.

"What is it?" She said breathlessly, trying to discern what he tried to do because she didn't dare turn to see for herself.

He rammed his erection into her mound without warning. The pain made her squeeze her eyes shut, fighting it.

"Are you okay?" he asked, not that he cared.

"Y... Yes," she struggled as a whimper escaped from her lips. He went in and out very fast. Judging from how dry she was, it was not very enjoyable for her.

She felt her mound getting hotter because there was a lot of friction. Tears welled up in her eyes, gritting her teeth in pain.

"Hardy" she called out, but she didn't get a reply. He was so lost in pleasure while she was in deep agony.

After some minutes of unpleasurable sex, His thrust became slower, and he eventually erupted. Did he cum inside her!

He collapsed on the bed, and she got up, turning around. She looked at her mound accessing it with shaky hands. He did cum inside of her. She stared at him. He was already asleep. She hated herself instantly. Not because of what he did, but because she didn't feel any bit of hatred towards him.

After sitting quietly for a while, she crawled to where he was and lay on his chest. Despite how he treated her, she still prayed for a chance for the both of them.

Rachael felt something moist around her neck and a heavy weight on her. Her hands were brought to her chest as she gasped, opening her eyes instantly.

She remembered vividly that she slept on Hardy, but now he was over her, covered in blood!