My boyfriend gave me up to his brother

chapter 3

I still had no idea why he'd fallen for me in our past life.

But the fact that he took the coffee without any reaction this time?

That alone told methings were already playing out differently.

Unless he's been reborn too?'

The thought popped into my head out of nowhere, and before I could fully process it, Owen had already hit his limit.

His jaw was clenched so tight that I could imagine the veins on his forehead bulging. His eyes were bloodshot, blazing red with desire. But even then, there was still a trace of clarity in his gaze. He was fighting it.

He ground his teeth and looked at me. "Jessica, actually I'm"

And right then, I knew. He really had been reborn.

Perfect. That'll make my revenge so much easier.'

So I didn't let him finish. Instead, I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him first.

Whatever self-control he had left vanished instantly.

He kissed me back, hardwild, fevered, and utterly dominant.

Again and again and again

The last round ended in the bathroom, with my back against the wall.

He had one hand under my thighs, holding me up, and I had both arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

But the bastard was teasing meon purposenot going in.

I let out a frustrated breath, leaned in, and gave his Adam's apple a playful but urgent bite.

"Come on already"

He let out a quiet chuckle, his voice husky as he slid a hand up the back of my head. "Say it again."

"R-Brian"

"Wrong name!"

Just like that, he thrust into mehard. Like punishment.

"Ah"

My whole body curled into his as a tremble shot through me.

"Call me babe," he growled low in my ear, his voice rough and magnetic, like it was pulling me under.

I bit down on the back of my hand and whimpered, "Babe. Babe Babe"

The third time I said it, something in him snapped.

He lost control completely.

He moved like a man possessed. My body went soft in his arms, like a fish out of waterlips parted, gasping, barely able to breathe.

By the time I woke up, it was still dark out.

But Owen He was already gone.

I slipped on my pajama robe and padded out of the bedroom quietly.

Sure enough, there was light coming from the study.

I leaned against the wall and peeked through the crack of the door.

Owen was lounging lazily on the couch in the sitting area while Brian stood across from him, fuming.

"Bro, how the hell could you go into the wrong room?"

He was lividface flushed, voice shaking.

"Do you have any idea? Jessica is the woman I love most in this world!"

Owen just crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and gave him a slow sideways glance.

"Really? I had no idea." He blew out a lazy puff of smoke before adding, "Didn't you just sneak out of the guest bedroom downstairs? Out of Alice's bed?"

Brian flared up instantly. "That was That was her! Alice tempted me!"

Owen gave a cold laugh. "Too late for excuses. So what do you want now?"

Brian's tone shifted immediately. He stole a glance at his brother's face and changed tactics.

"I mean, it's just a woman, right? No big deal. If you like her, I don't mind stepping back for a bit. You can play around with her."

"But," he added casually, like he hadn't just called me a toy, "you know that Project ShorelineGrandpa gave it to you the moment you came back. I've been managing it all this time. I'd really like to keep it."

Owen smirked, like he'd been waiting for him to say that.

"Sure," he said easily. "I'll talk to Grandpa tomorrow. Tell him you'll stay in charge of that project."

He paused, his tone light but sharp. "Just rememberyou take full responsibility. Profit or loss, it's all on you."

Brian agreed immediately. He looked like he'd just won the lottery.

As soon as Owen stood up, I turned around and dashed back to the bedroom. I dove under the covers, shut my eyes, and pretended to be fast asleep.

The next time I woke up, it was already noon.

Still in my camisole, I made my way downstairs.

The moment I reached the corner, I spotted Brian sitting at the dining table.

My footsteps froze.

I stared hard at the back of his head, unable to look away.

Almost like he could feel it, he turned and looked straight at me.

He frowned, looking a little irritated. "You just woke up? It's lunchtime already."

I took a breath, settled my expression, and walked down the stairs slowly, my steps graceful and unhurried.

Once I reached him, I sat down beside him and shot him a playful look, my tone half-teasing, half-accusing.

"Well, whose fault do you think it is? You were so wild last night my body couldn't handle it!"

His hand froze mid-slice. The knife scraped across the plate with a loud screech, metal against porcelain. It was sharp, grating just like the tension that suddenly filled the room.

I tilted my head, feigning confusion. "Brian? What's wrong?"

His gaze dropped immediately to the red marks scattered along my collarbone and chestobvious signs left behind from last night.

I let my cheeks flush like I was shy about it, but I couldn't resist smiling just a little. Still, I kept up the act and praised him sweetly.

"You were amazing last night, babe. Seriously, I've never felt that satisfied before."

Right then, I caught his breath hitchjust for a secondand saw his hand curl into a tight fist under the table. His voice came out low and cold, laced with something sharp.

"Never before?"

Crap. I blinked and quickly clapped my hand over my mouth, as if realizing I'd slipped. But then I leaned toward him with a teasing smile and gave him a playful wink.

"Oops, did I say that out loud? I meanyou've always been amazing, of course!"

Brian stiffened. His face darkened instantly, turning the color of burned toast.

I pretended not to notice and looked at him with wide-eyed admiration. "But last night? Wow. You were especially incredible."

He stared at me blankly like his brain had suddenly shut down. He didn't even blink.

So I stood up and stepped behind him, wrapping my arms gently around his shoulders. Leaning in close, I whispered against his ear, my voice soft and full of fake shyness.

"You really don't know how to hold back, do you?" I let out a little laugh before adding, "The bathroom was one thing, but the windowsill? What if someone saw us? I would've died of embarrassment!"

He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles were twitching.

A long, tense silence followed before he finally grabbed my wrists and shoved me gently back into my seat.

"Just eat your damn breakfast."

I smiled sweetly and picked up my knife and fork like a well-behaved little wife.

But I could hear the way his breathing grew more and more uneven, like he was fighting to stay calm.

Then, out of nowhere, he slammed his utensils down, the sharp clatter breaking the silence. He pushed back his chair with a screech and stood up abruptly.

"I've got stuff to do. I'm heading out."

I gave him a bright, understanding smile and nodded. "Okay! Ohand if you pass by that bakery, bring me back one of those strawberry cupcakes I love!"

His fists clenched at his sides again, and his voice came out low and tight. "Yeah. I know."

Since it was summer break, I didn't have to worry about school. After finishing my meal, I brought my laptop into the garden room, nestled among the flowers and warm sunlight.

I spent the afternoon online, looking up a few things and ordering a couple items. By the time I closed my laptop, the sky outside had turned golden-pink with sunset, and the air inside was thick with the scent of blooming flowers.

I stretched lazily and let out a deep sigh. Honestly? Rich people really do know how to enjoy life.'

Right then, a tall shadow fell over me.

Someone leaned in, plucked the frameless glasses off my nose, and held them casually in his fingers.

Startled, I looked up. For a moment, I couldn't tell if it was Brian or Owen.

The two of them looked ridiculously alike.

But after last night's madness, I'd figured out their differencestiny details but enough.

Owen had a birth mark at the outer corner of his eye, like a teardrop, no bigger than a pinhead. It was barely visible unless you were up close. And he had a faded and pale scar across his chest, the kind that looked like it had been there for years.

"Want some?" he asked casually, holding up a small box with strawberry cupcakes inside.

That snapped me out of it immediately.

Grinning, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, Brian!"

Without missing a beat, I opened the box, scooped up some of the strawberry jam with my finger, and held it up to his lips.

"Here, try it. It's really good!"

His eyes flickered, and I saw his throat move as he swallowed. Then, without a word, he opened his mouth and took my whole fingertip in, his lips warm and soft around it.

And just then

"What the hell are you two doing?!" a furious voice exploded from the door.

Brian was back.

And my fingerstill in Owen's mouth.