Which brother should I choose
What Have I Done?

Suddenly, he grabbed my hair harshly, pushed me to the wall and crashed his lips on mine.

I couldn't even understand what was happening before his mouth caught mine and his teeth bit my lower lip. I was paralyzed. His lips on mine were heavenly soft and tender, but nothing was tender about the kiss itself. He bit my upper lip next then forced his tongue into my mouth. I wasn't doing anything but I wasn't fighting with it too. I opened my mouth enough to let him deepen the kiss.

He angled my head with the hand tangled in my hair. Slightly pulling to the direction he wanted me to. His tongue darted deeper into my throat. The mint and sweet taste of his salvia filled my mouth and my senses. His other hand landed on the plane of my bare chest and pushed me harder against the wall and flushed his body on me. The hard edges of his torso and muscles perfectly fit with my soft curves. I felt my pebbling nipples grazed his chest. He must have felt it too, because he groaned in my mouth at the same time I yelped with the sensation of arousal on my nipples with friction. He broke the kiss just enough to let me take a small breath and barged his tongue into my mouth again. Like a starved man, if he stopped kissing me he would die. But that small breath was enough for me to clear my head just a bit to question my situation now. What was I doing? Yesterday I kissed Matt, today his brother? What would this make me? Technically they kissed me for both of the times, but I let them.

Meanwhile Antonio stopped working on my lips and trailed down his kisses to my neck. He grazed his teeth on my neck first slowly, my reason wavered by the sharp ends of his teeth scraping my flesh. Then he bit it hard. I cried in pain and the pleasure explosion trailing afterwards. I didn't know that being bitten could make me feel this good. Then he licked and sucked the place he bit as if to ease the pain, and bit it again. As if he was marking me, leaving his trace on my flesh. He was like a predator on my neck, and I was a gazelle caught with his strong jaw. My neck was lying between his sharp teeth, and he was one minute away from snapping it. His scent of sweat mixture with sandalwood and the spice of his perfume filled my nostrils. My legs turned to jelly. My panties were drenched with my juices. If he wasn't trusting his body against mine, I would have fallen to the ground long ago.

"S-stop.." I whimpered. He didn't. He continued licking and sucking on my neck. I didn't know If I was thankful or resentful for him not to stop. The hand on my chest slid to my breast and cupped one of it wholly with his huge palm squeezing it. My skin was burning under his touch.

"S-stopp, please..." I whimpered again. He pulled my hair harshly like I didn't say anything and tilted my head to the other side and gave him a better access to my neck. He licked my neck with a one long stroke starting from the connection point between my neck and shoulder, all the way up to the back of my ear. Then catched my earlobe with his teeth this time. His hot and wet touch on my earlobe drove me crazy. I was feeling his hard member poking my stomach. Threatening me to erase all of my reason and my will. But this must have stopped. I must have stopped it. Or I would wrap my legs around his waist and let him ride me into oblivion. Until nothing was left from my self consciousness. I gathered all the pieces left from my will and I called him one last time. More audible this time,

"Antonio stop!"

It was like a spell breaker, when I called his name. He halted on licking my ear. His grip on my hair and my breast still tight, but he stopped licking and sucking at least. I was just hearing his heavy breathing in my ear now. He was not moving but not willing to let me go still.

"This is insane, we must stop." I whispered again.

His hands slowly slid down, and he let me go reluctantly. He took one last breath on my neck, either to calm himself down or to pull my scent into him one last time, then he stepped back. He didn't look me in the eyes, but didn't leave the place either. He was just standing there, shoulders hunched, arms dropped loose either side and eyes on the floor. Like a defeated man. I didn't know what to think for a second. This gorgeous man, standing before me, clearly wanted me. But what was next? What did I mean to him? A toy? What did I mean to both of them?

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They were playing with my head as they pleased. I was just a pawn in their game that they played since childhood. Another trophy to collect. They were fighting over who would take it to his bedroom next. I was feeling tired and hurt. I was feeling lonelier than ever I felt in my life.

"I am exhausted..." I said finally in a small voice now. "I am a simple girl, Mr. Alonzo. Simpler than you ever want to be involved with. And all these pull and push things are too much for me. Please stop messing with my head and leave me be." I said.

An animalistic growl tore from his chest, I was startled with the sound. He looked furious. His dark eyes burned with an emotion I couldn't read. Then he talked in a harsh, low voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Am I the one pulling and pushing you?" he asked as raising a brow to his forehead. He was looking mad. I couldn't tell if he was mad because he kissed me or because of the words I said. I didn't reply to his question.

"I wasn't the one who made out with you and called someone else's name. I wasn't the one who acted like nothing happened the next day or made myself foolishly believe everything happened with someone else." I froze. Was he meaning I was dreaded the most?

"W-what?" I stuttered.

He huffed a breath in annoyance and turned on his heels.

"Nothing Ms.Wonderful... Just keep away from dangerous guys next time. Including me." he said and left without a second glance.

I looked behind him while he was pacing the corridor calmly like nothing happened and left me there like a bag of shit with all those feelings and words. My thighs locked, my pussy drenched, my mind fucked.

Was he the one I kissed in the first place then? No, no, no, this couldn't be true. It was Matt. With all his dimples and gorgeous face. But Antonio had dimples too, rare to see but definitely there. I looked at him closely that night. But it was so dark, and Antonio was nearly identical with Matt except the colors of his eyes and hair. And in that darkness, maybe I couldn't differentiate the colors of his features. But it must have been Matt. Or else I wouldn't serve myself so willingly. Oh god! What have I done?