I Fell for My Don Husband’s Twin

Anna’s POV

I thought my cold Don only became needy and seductive for me—until today, while making out with him in our bedroom, I saw another man in the yard with my husband’s exact face. That was when I realized the hot, desperate man in my bed had never been my husband at all, but his twin brother.

Tonight was just another dinner party between a few mafia families.

I was talking with several Donnas when a text from my husband, Silas, lit up my phone.

“Meet me on the rooftop.”

The second I saw it, my heart began to race.

Silas loved pulling me away whenever he wanted me. I used to think it was just one of his little kinks—the secrecy, the danger, the chance that someone might catch us.

And honestly? I didn’t hate it.

Silas was cold to everyone else. He barely smiled. Most people didn’t even dare raise their voices around the youngest Don of the Monroe family.

But behind closed doors, he was different.

Hungry. Possessive. Addicted.

The kind of man who whispered that he couldn’t get enough of me, that he wanted to keep me tangled with him forever.

“If you’ll excuse me,” I said with a smile, then turned and headed upstairs.

Before I could reach the rooftop, I was yanked into a dark room by a strong arm.

I gasped, but a hand covered my mouth.

“It’s me, babe.” Silas’s voice.

I pushed his hand away and frowned at him. “Didn’t you say to meet you on the rooftop?”

His mouth curved. “I thought this might be more thrilling.”

The noise from the party still drifted through the wall.

“Isn’t this room a little too close?” I whispered.

Silas leaned in until his lips almost touched mine. “Then you’d better keep your voice down, babe.”

He lifted me easily, my thighs locking around his waist, before his mouth found mine.

The kiss was eager and hot, sliding lower until his lips brushed my collarbone.

A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it.

Silas smiled against my skin, clearly pleased, as his hands tightened on me.

I was trapped between his hard chest and the cold wall.

And on the other side of that wall were nearly twenty people.

“Not here…”

Silas swallowed the rest of my protest with his mouth.

He kissed me like a starving man, one hand freeing itself to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over me with slow, deliberate pressure.

I bit back a moan, praying no sound would slip out. But the pleasure kept building, his touch setting fire to every inch of my skin.

Before I could gather myself, his hand slipped lower.

“So wet already?” he murmured.

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

I turned my face away, refusing to look at him. He was the one who made me like this, and now he had the nerve to tease me for it.

Silas chuckled softly, but his fingers didn’t stop.

I sucked in a sharp breath as my body tightened around the feeling of him. He was gentle at first, almost patient, as if he had all the time in the world.

I knew I shouldn’t give in.

There were too many people right outside that wall.

But one look into Silas’s eyes, one slow movement of his hand, and every bit of reason I had left fell apart.

Before I could catch my breath, his mouth found mine again, forcing me to swallow another moan as heat rushed through me.

The room felt smaller, hotter, nowhere for me to escape.

Only when I shivered through my first release did Silas finally pull back.

I clung to his neck, my legs weak, my breathing unsteady.

When I looked down, my evening gown was a mess. He might have even torn part of it.

I didn’t need a mirror to know my face was flushed.

“I missed you, babe,” Silas murmured, his breath warm against my neck.

The words should have made me melt.

Instead, they reminded me that he had been gone for three days before this party—and he hadn’t called me once.

I turned my head away.

Silas pinched my cheek lightly. “Mi amor, please don’t be mad at me…”

When I still refused to answer, he started pressing kisses to my cheeks, then my ears, one after another.

“Alright, alright,” I finally muttered. “I forgive you.”

The moment I said it, Silas chuckled and leaned in, resting his head against my neck.

Who would have thought such a powerful Don could be so childish when it was just the two of us?

And the worst part was, I could never stay angry at him. He had a million ways to soften me up, and every single one of them worked.

My mind drifted back to a year ago.

Silas had reached the age where marriage was expected, and my family wanted stronger ties with the Monroes.

An arranged marriage was expected.

Everyone warned me that Silas was rigid and serious. My best friend even joked that I might stay a virgin forever, because Silas seemed interested in nothing but his casino and his money.

Honestly, I thought the same.

Born into a mafia family, I knew better than to expect real love. So I decided I would simply be a good Donna to him.

Who would have thought that, in only one year, Silas and I would grow this close?

Literally so close. When we weren’t tangled together in bed, we were kissing, touching, or curled up in each other’s arms like we couldn’t bear to be apart.