My boyfriend, Leo, was raised so strictly he was practically a saint. Kissing and cuddling were fine, but anything further was strictly off-limits. It drove me crazy, especially when I could see the dark fire burning in his eyes, see his Adam's apple bob and weave. I couldn't resist the allure of this perfect, domestic god. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. The day it happened, Leo’s twin brother, Jake, was pounding on the bedroom door, his voice a raw, desperate roar, begging me to stop. Seriously, who acts like such a controlling patriarch these days? The more he protested, the wilder I got, determined to lavish all my affection on Leo right then and there. When I finally opened the door, I found his brother slumped against the wall, a damp patch spreading between his legs. He was completely drained, and the look he gave me… it was anything but normal. Why did he look like he’d been the one thoroughly… loved? 1 My boyfriend, Leo, is ridiculously hot. His face is a masterpiece, and his body is even better. He’s nearly six-foot-three, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and legs for days. His chest is big enough to get lost in, and to top it all off, he’s emotionally stable, endlessly patient, and does all the housework. Landing a guy like him, I must have saved the universe in a past life. There was just one tiny problem: no sex. And with a body like that, telling me to keep my hands to myself was basically torture. Kisses were fine. Cuddles were great. I could even nuzzle his pecs all I wanted. But his belt buckle was a line I could not cross. Even when he was hard as a rock, standing at full attention, he’d just grit his teeth and say no. He couldn’t? If that level of hardness wasn’t good enough, then no man on earth was. Every single time, he’d end up in the shower, blasting himself with cold water. Wasn’t he worried about long-term side effects? “Leo~” I whined, rolling around on the bed. “You can’t do this to me! How can you be so indifferent with a goddess like me right here?” “I’m going to throw a tantrum!” He sighed, pulling me into his arms. “Nina, we can’t.” I buried my face in his chest, rubbing against him while grumbling, “But why not? Why, why, why…” Another chaste night passed. The next morning, he was holding me tight in his sleep, his body unconsciously grinding against me, the morning wood pressing uncomfortably into my backside. “Leo…” He jolted awake, instantly aware, and bolted for the bathroom to cool down. …With that kind of self-control, the man could achieve anything. That morning, I launched several surprise attacks. I was defeated every time. His belt, I swear, was forged in the fires of Mount Doom. I ground my teeth in silent frustration. “You promised we’d wait until after we were married.” Right. I had. Back then, I thought a girl should be demure. And it was just a relationship; we could break up at any time. Sex wasn’t a big deal. But after two years together, I was completely in love with him. When my landlord kicked me out a while back, he insisted I move in with him. The man owned at least five properties, if not ten. He was generous, and I accepted. To soothe my pride, he let me pay him market-rate rent, but then he’d just turn around and spend it all on gifts for me. Furniture, rugs, matching pajamas—anything he thought was cute, he bought to decorate our little nest. He kept the fridge stuffed to the gills. He loved cooking for me. He was just too good. A twenty-four-carat gold boyfriend, thoughtful in every way, providing all the emotional and financial support a girl could dream of. And let’s not forget that body. The first time I saw him shirtless, I just about short-circuited. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, and those shockingly massive pecs—which, I might add, were a lovely shade of pink. Who could possibly resist that? He’d stand in the kitchen, shirtless, wearing a pink apron. The ultimate house-husband fantasy. His chest looked so heavy. It was only fair that I help support it, right? I’d sneak up behind him, pressing my face into the groove of his spine, my hands creeping under the apron to roam free. He’d endure it, his breath growing ragged, before spinning around and pinning me against the counter for a deep, bruising kiss. My fingers would trail down his stomach, over the neatly arranged abs where thick veins converged, all leading south. I’m a healthy woman with normal hormones. It’s natural for me to want him. But that damned belt buckle was a fortress. The moment he sensed my intentions, he’d snap out of his haze. No meant no. And even foreplay was a no-go. Damn it. He was like a hero from one of those super chaste romance novels, guarding his virtue with his life. He’d carry me to the sofa, set me down gently, then retreat a safe distance away, panting as he tried to compose himself. If it weren’t for the persistent bulge in his pants, I might have thought he felt nothing at all. I was out of ideas. I collapsed onto the sofa and wailed, “Woe is me, a young widow! I can look, but I can’t touch…” He moved closer to comfort me, but he stayed poised, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. …The humiliation! Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I draped myself over the back of the sofa to watch him answer it. Standing outside was a mirror image of Leo—his twin brother, Jake. Jake was identical to Leo in height and looks, but I’d never mistaken them. Their auras were polar opposites. He exclusively wore custom-tailored suits, the crisp navy fabric of this one looking cold and severe in the morning light. His expression was icy and arrogant, and he always looked at me with a critical eye. Their parents had died in a plane crash, leaving the two of them to run a massive corporation. As the older brother, Jake shouldered more of the burden, which made him more efficient, more demanding, and more… Well, frankly, he just didn’t like me. Jake’s gaze swept past Leo and landed on me. He looked at me like he was assessing a flawed item at an auction. His eyes traveled from my messy hair down to my bare feet, finally settling on the faint red mark on my collarbone. Instinctively, I pulled the collar of my robe higher. The fabric brushed against the love bite, and I let out a soft hiss. “It seems I’ve interrupted your… morning exercise,” Jake’s voice was an octave lower than Leo’s, laced with the kind of passive aggression you’d expect from a wicked mother-in-law. Leo shifted, completely blocking me from view. “What is it, Jake?” “…You stayed over again last night?” Leo looked down, guilty, as Jake’s glare condemned him. “Be home by eight tonight. No excuses.” I heard that. I ground my teeth. It was always like this. His brother acted like some feudal lord. Leo was twenty-five, and he still had a curfew! With a brother-in-law like him, I was never going to get to first base. I hated him! Jake left after only saying those two things, shooting one last withering glance in my direction. Leo turned to me, an apology on his face. Before he could take a step, I pointed a finger at him. “Mama’s boy!” I accused. Then I pointed toward the door. “Controlling patriarch!” He took my hand, lifting it to his lips for a soft kiss. “There’s a reason for all this.” I didn’t care what his reason was. The pressure was insane. No in-laws, but a brother-in-law who watched your every move. The thought of marrying into this family, of that coffin-faced jerk lecturing both of us at once, made my blood boil. “After we’re married, I’m not living at the family estate.” “Of course,” he agreed instantly. “We’ll live in whichever house you like.” I eyed him suspiciously. “And he’ll just let us be free?” He sighed. “It’s not that he’s controlling, he’s…” And there it was again. He always clammed up at the important part. Enraged, I lunged at him, ready to bite him. If you’re not going to use that tongue, I’ll just bite it off! He caught me, letting me plunder his mouth. Our bodies knew each other so well; in moments, he was swelling against me. He fought for control, about to head for another cold shower, but I clung to him like an octopus, refusing to let go. I ground my hips against his just twice, and a strangled gasp escaped him. His large hands clamped onto me, holding me steady. “Nina, be good.” 2 Watching him disappear into the bathroom, I hugged my knees in defeat. Damn it. I had to test his stamina before we got married. What if I ended up with a two-pump chump? My future happiness was at stake! So, I did something a little devious. I slipped a little something into his favorite tea. After his shower, he downed half the cup. A few minutes later, he was yawning, complaining of being tired, and passed out in the guest room. Heh heh heh. You’re all mine now. I pulled out the handcuffs I’d bought ages ago and secured his wrists firmly to the headboard. Forcing myself on someone… It was my first time, and in broad daylight, no less. I was actually a little shy… Leo was sleeping soundly, a lock of hair falling over his brow. His features were relaxed, his nose straight and high, and his lips still bore the mark from where I’d bitten him. My eyes drifted down. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, that gorgeous body. His pale skin seemed to glow under the lights, and yes, everything was still a perfect, tender pink. The lean muscle stretched over his six-foot-three frame was a symphony of alluring lines. My gaze crept lower. I knew… I knew the kind of explosive power coiled in those abs. I had been craving him for so long. Looks, personality, family background—he had it all. I just needed to confirm this one last thing… and he’d be the perfect husband. I tentatively poked his pec with my finger. It was soft… He was really out. Usually, whenever I touched him, his muscles would tense up instantly. This was my only chance to feel his chest when it was relaxed. I kneaded his pecs for a while, like a cat making biscuits, then leaned in for a few eager licks before rubbing my face against him. Sleeping Leo was so cute. So perfect. He smelled so good after his shower. Mwah, mwah, mwah~ I draped myself over him, nuzzling and rubbing. It felt incredible to be this close without any resistance. It didn't take long for little Leo to wake up, pressing hard against my stomach. I watched his face carefully. His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t wake up. Okay… I’m going for it… My fingertips traced the line down the center of his abs, slowly crossing the border… My face was burning, but I dutifully got to work, starting a timer in my head. Just as I was getting into a rhythm, Leo’s phone buzzed. The caller ID… Jake! I freed one hand and answered. “What’s up, Jake? Leo’s asleep.” For some reason, Jake was breathing heavily on the other end. Was he at the gym or something? “I’m in a meeting. Don’t you two…” My nerves got the better of me, and I squeezed a little too hard. A choked gasp echoed through the phone. …What the hell? What was he doing? “Stop…” I slammed the phone down, my ears turning scarlet. What kind of freak gets winded while talking to me on the phone? I looked back at Leo, who seemed so pitifully neglected. I leaned in to give him a kiss, just getting back into the swing of things when the phone started ringing again. Furious, I just switched it off. Finally, I could properly ravish… I mean, properly cherish my little Leo. Even in his sleep, he was restless, his breathing ragged. His hands strained against the cuffs, making them clink and rattle. His body twisted, as if trying to escape. I was relentless. More than ten minutes had passed. You can do it, Leo. His eyelids fluttered. The stimulation must have been too much, because he woke up. “Nina… you…” His voice was unbelievably hoarse. He was completely consumed by desire, yet he still asked me to stop. I was just helping him out. What was the big deal? Other guys would beg for this. Annoyed, I started biting him playfully all over, slowly licking my way up to his chest. That was his favorite spot. I teased him with the tip of my tongue, flicking and sucking intermittently. His eyes glazed over, his long legs tensed, and he kicked the sheets into a tangled mess. “Nina… don’t…” His pleas only fueled my fire. I grew bolder, more reckless, until his body went rigid, stretched to its absolute limit. I checked the time. Twenty-five minutes. Suddenly, a loud banging came from the front door. “Leo, open up!” Damn it! How did Jake get here so fast?! I looked at Leo. He was holding back, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. He looked so fragile and vulnerable. My sweet, sweet boy… To hell with it. Jake didn’t have a key; he couldn’t get in. I started up again. “Does it turn you on,” I whispered, “doing this with your brother right outside?” Leo bit his lip, refusing to make a sound, but a single tear traced a path down his temple. He was so adorable. I wanted to absolutely ruin him. With the rhythmic pounding on the door as our soundtrack, I pulled out all the stops. We were pushing forty minutes. He stopped telling me no. Instead, he started moving with me, his eyes clouded with a lust so thick there wasn't a trace of clarity left. When I paused for a moment to tease him, his voice cracked with a sob. “Please, Nina, I’m begging you…” “Please… help me…” Finally, he let out a muffled cry. His jaw tilted back, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief. His chest was flushed a deep crimson. It was an incredibly erotic sight. I glanced at the time. Sixty-two minutes. I rewarded him with a couple of soft kisses before running to open the door. The hallway was brightly lit. Jake was slumped against the wall, completely limp, as if all his strength had deserted him. He was panting, his temples slick with sweat. Even stranger, there was a dark, wet patch on the front of his trousers. He didn’t even have the energy to hide it. His eyes were vacant, staring blankly at me. “Jake?” I reached out to help him up. What was wrong with him? His hand suddenly shot out and gripped my arm. Before I could react, he yanked me down. I gasped as I fell, landing in a searingly hot embrace. The air was thick with a cloying, debauched scent. “You…” The rest of my words were swallowed by a sudden, punishing kiss. His arm clamped around me like a steel band while his other hand cupped the back of my neck, his grip so strong there was no chance of escape. This kiss was a punishment, fierce and brutal, and the coppery taste of blood soon filled my mouth. My eyes flew open. The face so close to mine was ninety percent identical to Leo’s, but the emotion churning in those eyes was entirely different. This was naked possessiveness, a madness that had been suppressed for far too long. In the shadows of his lashes lurked a deep, predatory aggression. “Mmph… let go!” During a brief gasp for air, I shoved him with all my might. The sharp crack of a slap echoed in the hallway. His head snapped to the side, his dark hair falling over his eyes. “What is wrong with you?!” I scrambled back, wiping my swollen lips, my heart hammering against my ribs. He slowly turned his head back. A clear, red handprint was already blooming on his cheek. I had hit him with everything I had, but I could have sworn I saw the corner of his mouth lift into a smile. “What’s wrong with me?” He advanced on me, the shadow in his trousers rising again. “When you were touching that, I told you to stop. Why didn’t you?” What was he talking about? When had I ever touched him? “Nina, what’s going on?” Leo’s voice called from inside the apartment. I gritted my teeth and shot Jake a glare, warning him to keep his mouth shut. Then I went back inside to uncuff Leo. 3 While Leo got dressed, Jake used the guest bathroom to sort himself out. A few minutes later, he emerged looking perfectly composed again, that mask of cool detachment firmly back in place. The two brothers met in the entryway. For a moment, the air crackled with tension. They stood facing each other like reflections in a mirror. Leo was in casual clothes, Jake in his sharp suit. One’s eyes held a warning, the other’s were frosty as ice. They shared the same face, but right now, they couldn’t be more different. I looked from one to the other, my toes curling in my shoes from the sheer awkwardness. I felt a pang of guilt, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. My mind was a tangled mess. I tried to straighten it out. I did… things… with my boyfriend. His brother somehow knew we were doing it. I lavished affection on my boyfriend, and his brother looked like he was the one who received it. …Something was clicking into place, a conclusion so bizarre I couldn’t quite grasp it. “Nina.” Hmm? “Are you hungry?” I glanced at the clock and realized I was starving. I’d exerted a lot of energy today. I needed to refuel. The rhythmic thump-thump-thump of a knife on a cutting board echoed from the kitchen. Leo had tied on an apron and was skillfully prepping ingredients. He hadn't taken his shirt off this time, but the tight black tank top he wore only accentuated his broad shoulders, trim waist, and massive chest. The open-plan kitchen gave me a perfect view. As I was enjoying the show, Jake slowly walked over. His eyes flickered between me and Leo. Then, with deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned his suit jacket. His chest muscles practically sprang free. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, loosened his tie, and joined Leo at the counter. The tailored trousers hugged his long, straight legs, and a leather belt cinched a ridiculously narrow waist. He was in just as incredible shape as his brother. “I’ve got this…” Leo’s protest was useless. Jake had already taken the knife from his hand. “You’re too slow, even with vegetables,” Jake’s voice was as cold as ever, but his movements were surprisingly adept. The brothers subtly jostled for space, bumping shoulders, until they caught my suspicious glance and suddenly became a model of harmony. …I had to admit, seeing two identical, yet completely different, gorgeous men standing side-by-side… I was beginning to understand the appeal of getting a two-for-one deal. Less than half an hour later, a four-course meal was on the table. The braised ribs glistened invitingly, the stir-fried vegetables were a vibrant green, the chicken and mushroom soup smelled divine, and there was a platter of my favorite garlic butter shrimp. I was so hungry I could have eaten a horse. I sat down and immediately dug in. Leo sat next to me, carefully ladling a bowl of soup for me. “Slow down. No one’s going to steal it from you.” Just then, a perfectly peeled shrimp was dropped into my bowl. Without looking up, I beamed reflexively. “Thanks, honey~” The air went dead silent for a second. I looked up and met Jake’s knowing gaze. He slowly set down the shrimp shell, a smirk playing on his lips, before picking up another one to peel. His long, nimble fingers worked the shell off with practiced ease before dipping the shrimp in sauce. When the second shrimp landed in my bowl, my toes curled in embarrassment. “Thanks… Jake.” Leo cleared his throat, then gently turned my face toward him and wiped a smudge of sauce from the corner of my mouth with his thumb, which he then casually popped into his own mouth. Whoa… he never did things like that in front of other people. Jake, meanwhile, continued to peel shrimp with a blank expression, though his movements were noticeably more forceful than before. An unspoken war was being waged at the dinner table. I just kept my head down and ate, pretending not to notice the silent battle raging between the two brothers. It continued until a small mountain of shrimp had been erected in my bowl. I loved shrimp, but this was ridiculous. I grimaced and tried to transfer some to Leo’s bowl. Suddenly, there was a sharp clink as a teacup was set down. It was Jake. What happened to his perfect table manners? “Nina doesn’t eat that much. She can’t finish all that shrimp.” “She looks like she’s got a healthy appetite. I think she can manage if she tries.” Then both of them stared at me, their gazes intense. To eat, or not to eat? That was the question.
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