*Jacob's POV*
Finding my sweetheart with my brother didn't have to hurt like it does. Knowing they've been together while I was stuck in that fucking hospital bed in New York... it didn't have to hurt. But it does. It feels like a fucking kick to the guts, every single time. I was the one who interfered. They had something going on, this quiet, intense thing, and I'm the loud, messy bastard who came in and fucked it all up.
A part of me, the selfish part, just wants to snatch her. Pick her up and take her back to New York with me. I know Damien wouldn't follow us, he fucking hates that city. Well, mostly because of me, but that's not the important part right now. The important part is that she'd be with me.
But then she's here, launching herself into my arms, and for a second, nothing else fucking matters. The nagging ache in my chest, the sight of my brother's brooding face... it all fades away. She's in my arms, and she's kissing me, and it's like coming up for air after a week underwater. She's my sweetheart, but 'sweet' doesn't even begin to cover it. She's fierce and witty and has a fucking smart mouth that I love, and for a second, I let myself believe that this is how it's supposed to be. That she chose me.
Before I can even process it, she pulls back. And she turns. And she kisses my brother. Who was standing there glaring at me like he wants to fucking kill me.
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*Damien's POV*
The way she is so fucking infatuated with him makes my skin crawl. It's a physical thing, a prickle of heat under my collar, a tightness in my chest that makes it hard to breathe. She's practically vibrating with excitement, a frantic, happy energy I've never seen directed at me. Has she? I search my memory, trying to recall a time she ran to me like that, with that kind of unrestrained joy. Nothing comes to mind. I just want things back to where they were... when? Before his accident? Before he came back into my life? It's all a fucking mess. I can make her happy, I know I can. I can give her stability, a future. She belongs to me. I know she does. She just doesn't know it yet.
Before I can comprehend any more of this self-pitying bullshit, she pulls back from my brother. For a heart-stopping second, I think she's coming to me, choosing me. And she does. She turns, her eyes finding mine, and she kisses me. It's not a gentle peck; it's a claiming, a hungry kiss that tastes of relief and something else, something dark and exciting. I can feel Jacob glaring at me, his gaze a physical weight on my skin, but I don't give a flying fuck. All that matters is her mouth on mine, her body pressed against me.
There she is. My little minx.
The realisation hits me then, sharp and undeniable. This isn't about choosing. She wanted us both. I could have pretended she was just excited to see Jacob, that the kiss for me was a consolation prize. But I'm not a fool. I felt it, the thrum of her arousal, the way her body responded to having us both here, in the same room, the tension so thick you could fucking cut it with a knife. She's turned on by this. By the drama, by the conflict, by having two twin brothers at her beck and call. And fuck me if that doesn't make me want her even more.
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*Isabella POV*
The air in the hallway was thick, heavy with a tension that was purely fucking electric. The adrenaline from seeing Jacob safe, the raw confession from Damien, the lingering taste of both of them on my lips... it was a drug that went straight to my head. I felt bold, reckless, like I was standing on a cliff and was about to take a flying leap.
"Boys," I said, my voice a low, husky murmur that I barely recognised as my own. "Will you take me to bed?"
Jacob, who was leaning against the wall, bit his lower lip, his eyes darkening with a hunger that was so raw it made my pussy clench. He pushed himself off the wall and, with a soft click, shut the door, plunging the hall into a more intimate, shadowed space.
Before I could even process that, an arm snaked around my waist from my other side. Damien. He pulled me flush against his chest, the hard planes of his body a stark, possessive contrast to my soft curves. I let out a small, involuntary gasp.
"Isabella," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "I don't think we'll make it to the bed." His hand tightened on my hip. "I think we'll have you right here."
"Right here? In the hall?" I asked, a nervous thrill shooting through me. The idea was scandalous, outrageous, and so fucking hot.
But before I could protest or agree, another set of hands was on me. Jacob. He gently but firmly turned me away from Damien, pulling me back into his arms. His lips crashed down on mine, a gentle, passionate kiss that was full of all the relief and longing of the past week. It was a kiss that said, 'I missed you, I'm so glad to be back.'
Then, just as I was melting into it, he was gone. Damien's hand was on my shoulder, turning me back. His kiss was the complete opposite. It was dominating, possessive, a bruising claim that left no room for doubt. This kiss said, 'You're mine.'
And so it began. A dizzying, back-and-forth exchange. A gentle, soulful kiss from Jacob that made my heart ache, followed by a hard, dominating kiss from Damien that made my knees weak. They were two sides of the same fucking coin, and I was the center they revolved around. My hands tangled in one's hair, then the other's. My body was passed back and forth, a willing, breathless pawn in their game.
I don't even know when my clothes disappeared. One minute I was pulling at Damien's shirt, the next Jacob was unhooking my bra with an agility that was infuriating. Then I was naked, and so were they. The cool air of the hallway was a shock against my heated skin.
Suddenly, Damien grabbed me, his movements fluid and strong. He threw me over his shoulder in one swift, effortless motion, a caveman display of dominance that made my pussy clench. I let out a surprised squeal as the world turned upside down. He started walking upstairs, his long strides eating up the distance, with Jacob following close behind.
Smack!
Jacob's hand connected with my ass in a playful, stinging spank that made me yelp and then giggle.
They walked past my room, and their own rooms, heading for the third floor. Strange, I'd barely explored this mansion long enough to know what was up there. They walked up to a dark room at the end of the hall, and Damien tossed me onto the massive bed in the centre. I bounced once, the soft sheets a cool shock against my overheated skin.
The room was a mix of black and red, the walls a deep, dark charcoal, the bedding a rich, lavish crimson. It didn't seem like anyone's bedroom. What are they planning at?