Monsters-Menendez

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Below the Surface
The Menendez office was surrounded by a tense silence full of implications.
Lyle sat at his desk, his elbows resting on the polished wood, his fingers slowly drumming against the surface, as if trying to control the restlessness that was consuming him.
In front of him, Lily stared at both brothers with an enigmatic smile, her bright eyes conveying confidence but hiding a subtle challenge.
"So, are we in agreement on all the details?" he asked, keeping his voice steady and measured, but with a tone that seemed to want to provoke a reaction.
Lyle stared at her for a moment, his eyes sliding slowly down her body.
His thoughts blurred between desire and control, but he wouldn't let himself be distracted, not yet.
"Every detail will be executed to perfection," he replied in an icy tone, his gaze lingering for a moment on her lips before returning to her eyes.

Erik, on the other hand, watched the scene with an amused smile, his arms crossed over his chest as he enjoyed the tension that was building in the room.
"Good, good," he said, stretching.
"Looks like we've really hit it off. I'd say we can put this evening behind us...but not too soon." Erik's smirk didn't go unnoticed by Lily, who eyed him with a sharp look.
"It was a pleasure discussing business with you," she said in a voice that revealed a subtle note of seduction.
"Don't forget that our success depends on keeping calm... and not making mistakes." Lyle looked at her intently, his jaw muscles tensing as he fought the urge to respond to the lure of that game of glances. "No mistake," he repeated slowly, his tone low and filled with an intensity that made the air vibrate around them.
Lily smiled, a smile that was neither completely sincere nor completely false, then turned slowly, giving the brothers one last look but before leaving the room, she winked at Lyle and then walked away.
Her pace was slow and deliberate, and every movement seemed designed to leave a lasting impression.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Erik wasted no time.
He approached his brother, his gaze still amused, almost pleased.

"So, Lyle," he said, his voice growing lower and more insinuating, "you're not starting to lose control, are you? Because that woman seems to be driving you fucking crazy."
Lyle was silent for a moment, then slowly turned to Erik, his eyes cold as ice. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he replied sharply, but the tension in his voice was evident. Erik laughed softly, a laugh full of mischief.
"Oh, I know, big brother. You can't get her out of your head, can you? Every time you look at her, you seem like you're one step away from losing control. And you know what? I love seeing you so... vulnerable."
Lyle clenched his fists, trying to maintain control, but his heart was pounding, and he could no longer ignore the urgency that was consuming him.

Without saying a word, he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the office with determined steps, leaving Erik behind him with a smug smile.
Lyle drove his Mercedes through the city streets, the sound of the engine echoing in the silence of the night.
His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: anger, desire, frustration, intimacy and sensuality. 
He couldn't get the image of Lily out of his head, the way she looked at him, the way she teased him, the way she got wet for him just by looking at him or touching him.
He arrived in front of Lily's house without even realizing the route.
He stepped out of the car in one fluid motion, his steps purposeful as he headed for the door.
Before knocking he unbuttoned the shirt he had previously buttoned because he felt very hot and wanted to appear sexy in front of Lily.
He knocked hard, his heart beating like a drum in his chest.
The door opened slowly, revealing Lily standing in front of him, wearing only a black silk robe, legs all bare and hair disheveled.
The soft light of the house made it shine Her eyes, fixed on him, shone with a seductive calm, a silent challenge that Lyle could no longer ignore.

"Lyle," she said with a smile that seemed to mock him, "I didn't expect to see you this late." Lyle stood still for a moment, unable to take his eyes off her.
Desire was consuming him, but he knew he had to maintain control, at least for now.
"I had to see you baby," he said finally, his voice hoarse and full of pent-up emotion. Lily took a step towards him, her scent enveloping him, as she let her hand graze the edge of his robe.
"For business or something else, Daddy?" she whispered, her tone soft but dangerously inviting.
Lyle couldn't contain himself any longer. He grabbed her hips forcefully, pulling her against him.

"You know why I'm here," he said, his voice low and sharp, as his hands moved slowly over the smooth silk of her robe, feeling the warmth of her body beneath the thin fabric.
Lily looked up at him with sparkling eyes, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.
"I was wondering when you'd lose control," she said softly, her hands sliding down Lyle's chest, where he slowly unbuttoned it and feeling his muscles tense under his shirt. "But the real question is... how long can you hold out?" Lyle gently pushed Lily against the wall, her body pressing against his.
His mouth came close to her ear, his warm breath caressing her skin.
"You're playing with fire, Lily," he whispered, his lips brushing her earlobe as he spoke. "And you know it well."

Lily smiled, her breathing coming faster.
"I like the risk," she said, her hands wrapping around Lyle's neck, pulling him closer.
"And you?" Lyle's hands slid down her back, lightly squeezing the fabric of her robe, then placing both of his hands where they entered to touch her warm thighs.
With a firm gesture, Lyle took Lily's face in his hands and kissed her forcefully, his lips melting into hers in a long, passionate kiss. Lily's breathing became more labored as she clung to him, her hands trailing up the back of his neck.
The kiss became deeper and deeper, filled with a tension that had consumed them both for too long.
Their tongues intertwined, a power play that alternated between control and pure desire. Lyle slid a hand down Lily's side, the fabric of the robe shifting slightly, revealing the smooth skin beneath it.
But just as his fingers were getting bolder, Lyle stopped, abruptly breaking the kiss. Their breaths were heavy, both their hearts pounding in their chests.

Lily stared at him with a confused look, wanting to continue.
"Why are you stopping?" he whispered, his voice still shaking from the intensity of the moment.
Lyle smiled with a mixture of desire and control, his hand slowly sliding away from her hot thigh where he wanted to touch the part where Lily was excited.
"I don't want to give you everything right away, I want to do things slowly." Lily nodded before giving him another kiss and letting Lyle go.
Lyle gave her an even more sensual kiss than before with a slap on her buttocks.
"See you tomorrow baby, sleep well," Lyle winked at them and then went to his car, leaving Lily a little undressed and with great excitement underneath.