CHAPTER 14: THE LINE THAT MOVES (HOT VERSION 80%)
The body can speak the truth before the mouth. That morning, Evelyn said nothing… but the two men heard everything.
As soon as Evelyn stepped out of the bedroom, the atmosphere in the apartment changed.
Not because of the sunlight pouring in from the large glass window overlooking the Blackhaven panorama. But because of the two men standing in the living room, each with a different tension, a different kind of pressure.
Viktor stood close to the black marble kitchen table, buttoning his unbuttoned shirt, his lapel slightly wrinkled. He looked like he had just fought something that was not a document or a traditional enemy, but a fierce internal battle.
Diego leaned against the large window, his eyes looking into the distance but his mind was completely on her body. His shirt was open, his sleeves rolled up, the veins on his her hands were clearly visible because of the tight, clenched fists.
But what made Evelyn stop, her feet nailed to the floor, was their eyes. Both of them looked at her as if they had just swallowed a spark, a fire of greed and possessiveness that could not be hidden.
Before she could speak or find a way to avoid it, Diego stepped forward. His steps were slow, heavy, but did not hide his intention to shorten the distance between them.
"Can you sleep?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an unpleasant probing.
"No," Evelyn replied bluntly, her eyes not avoiding.
"Because of us?" he asked again, his voice low and heavy.
"I haven't determined yet," she said, but her heart beat a little faster, a beat stronger as he moved closer.
Diego stood right in front of her. The distance between them was fragile, if she just breathed a little harder, their chests would touch each other.
The heat from his body pressed against her, clear, direct, and uncontrolled, like a fire waiting to flare up.
Viktor left the kitchen table and walked behind her. His steps were not fast, not hurried, but each step carried an invisible weight, making the air in the room feel compressed.
Evelyn could clearly feel a heat source in front of her, from Diego… and another heat source behind, from Viktor.
She was sandwiched between those two flames. No one touched her. But just the distance, and the invisible pressure from the two men was enough to make her lower abdomen tighten, a feeling that was both frightening and stimulating.
Diego lowered his head to her neck, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive skin.
"You said you wanted respect. But the way you looked at us last night… it didn't feel like respect at all."
She turned her face to the side to avoid his lips accidentally touching, but the action unintentionally revealed more of the sexy curve of her neck.
Diego didn't touch, just pressed his lips just below her jawline, close enough to make her skin burn.
"I was looking out of caution," Evelyn replied, her breathing uneven, betraying her false calm.
"No," Viktor said from behind, his voice low against the back of her neck, making every hair on her neck stand up.
"You look as if… you want us to take it one step further."
She shivered. A reaction so slight it was barely noticeable, but they both recognized it, both caught the signal.
Viktor raised his hand, touched the wall just above her head, locking the right side.
Diego placed his hand on her shouldernot squeezing, not pulling, just resting it loosely. But the heat from his palm penetrated straight through the thin shirt, into her skin. Her entire body was locked in a "heat cage" between two sources of her breath man, no way out.
Viktor whispered close to her ear, his voice a dangerous seduction: "Evelyn… do you know what the most dangerous thing you've ever done was?"
She tried to keep her voice steady, but her throat was dry: "What?"
"Yesterday… you stood between us and looked as if you wanted both of us."
She took a deep breath, but couldn't hide the small tremor in her pounding chest.
Diego chuckled, a dark, possessive laugh: "Muñeca… we're not blind. Your body speaks louder than your mouth."
His hand slid from her shoulder to her arm, so slowly that each finger seemed to leave a hot electric current under her skin.
He moved so close that the hardness in his pants accidentally brushed against her hip.
Not rough. Just… present, as an assertion of power.
Viktor placed his hand on her waist from behind. Not squeezing, but his large hand was so tight that she could feel every muscle contraction through his shirt.
Viktor's voice was as deep as the sound of steel on steel: "You said you wanted to decide for yourself. But standing like this… you're pulling us both closer."
Evelyn replied softly, her lips slightly dry, trying to regain some control.
"I'm not… pulling."
Diego pressed his lips to her ear, not touching, but his hot breath fanned over her skin.
"Evelyn, if you breathe just a little harder… we'll explode."
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Not out of fear.
Not out of desire either. But because of the incredible heat of the two bodies pressing against her, making her mind drift for a few seconds, all her senses stimulated to the extreme.
She was forced to raise her hand, placing it on Diego's chest to create a fragile distance.
But the hard, solid chest under her hand only made her more confused.
"Stop," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Viktor leaned his head close to her neck, his breath brushing against her skin, making her goosebumps rise all over her body.
"I said stop… but my hands were shaking like they wanted to."
Evelyn pushed Viktor lightly, but he didn't back away.
On the contrary, he moved little closer, a very light thrust of his hips, enough to let her know he was as hard as Diego.
In that moment, she clearly felt both masculine forces pressing around her. So clearly that her lower abdomen tightened, an indescribable feeling welled up.
She took a deep breath, gathering her last bit of strength: "You can't… force me."
Diego pressed his lips to her neck, whispering, his voice a sweet curse:
"So tell me, muñeca…what do you want us to do? Back off? Or take half a step forward?"
She wanted to answer, but the two men's breathing was too close, the heat too strong, and her body reacted before her mouth could form word.
A very slight shiver ran through her thighs, a signal that could not be hidden.
Viktor noticed immediately. He squeezed her waist gently, the first real pressure.
Diego placed his forehead against hers, his eyes locked with hers, as if trying to read her soul:
"Evelyn…if you tremble again…we will take that as an answer."
She bit her lip. That was a mistake. In that moment, they both looked at her lips as if they wanted to take them. Amidst the heat, the hands, and the pressure of her body, Evelyn understood that she was no longer running from the two bosses.
She was standing on a thin line, and if she missed even one breath…all three of them would not be able to turn back.
Not a word, but body language replaced everything. Diego's eyes did not leave her lips, his lips slowly lowered, as if savoring every moment of waiting. His breath touched her lips, hot and rapid. Then, a light touch. His tongue slid lightly, gently prying her lips open, inviting.
Evelyn moaned softly, a soft sound almost inaudible, but enough for Diego to understand. He went deper, more passionate, like a hungry animal for a long time.
Behind, Viktor did not stand still either. His hands tightened around Evelyn's waist, pulling her close to his body, feeling every curve of her body. He lowered his head, kissed the nape of her neck, then slowly slid down to her shoulder, nibbling every inch of skin.
His tongue slid along her collarbone, leaving a burning mark. Evelyn felt her body torn between two streams of pleasure.
Diego's kiss on her lips was possessive, while Viktor's exploration behind her was full of excitement and mystery. Diego reluctantly pulled her lips away, his eyes blazing.
He said nothing, just leaned down, kisssed the hollow of her neck, then slowly pulled down her zipper. The small metal zipper sound echoed like a drumbeat in the quiet space.
Viktor didn't delay. His hand slid under her shirt, caressing her bare skin, then around to her front, touching her soft breasts. A moan escaped Evelyn's throat, weak but full of desire.
The two men carried her back to the bedroom, neither of them saying a word. There was only gasps, the sounds of bodies coliding, and the sound of clothes falling to the floor.
Evelyn was placed on the bed, Diego kissing her stomach, teasing every inch of sensitive flesh with his tongue. Viktor sliid his fingers along her thighs, slowly moving between her legs, feeling the wetness and heat rising.
Evelyn could no longer control herself. Her body arched, her hands gripping the sheets. Diego's kisses became rougher, more demanding, while Viktor's caresses were seductive, guiding. She felt like a small boat caught in the middle of two huge waves, unable to resist, only able to let herself drift with the flow of pleasure.
The moans and gasp blended together. There was no longer a line between controlling and being controlled.
Evelyn felt her body burning, melting under the possession of the two men. She didn know who she wanted more, or if she wanted both at the same time. She only knew that this was a new limit, a path she couldn't turn back from.
Amidst the heat, hands and body pressure, Evelyn understood that she could no longer run away from the two boses.
She was standing on a thin line, and if she missed even a breath... all three of them would not be able to turn back.
Evelyn's body was limp. Not from exhaustion, but from the feeling of being completely exhausted, completely taken over. The two men stood there, looking at her. Their eyes no longer held suspicion, but satisfaction and a new, deeper desire. They had crossed a line, and Evelyn knew, she had also passed a door from which there was no return.
Diego came to her, bent down, and whispered:
"Are you sure now, muñeca?"
Viktor stood behind her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder, a gesture more possessive than comforting.
"Your line… we have found it."
Evelyn looked at the two men, her eyes empty. She said nothing. Or rather, There was nothing left to say.
Her body had said it all, and that was the most powerful language.
Evelyn's silence was no longer a protest. It was a new challenge, For the two men did not know, she had learned to use their hunger as a weapon.
And tonight… she was not just being dragged into the game. She became the rules of the game.