Page 42 of The Diávolos: Part Two
He laughs and shoves himself away, extending his arm to help me up. I ignore it and stand, bending my knees into starting position again. I’m renewed with energy, determined to bring him down.
The air in the room is thick, my shorts are drenched—and not from sweat.
Evander stands in the corner of the ring, his eyes locked on mine, making the tension palpable. He looks ready to pounce.
Mickey gives us the signal, and I move forward in a relentless barrage of powerful jabs. Evander, however, dances on the balls of his feet, evading each of my punches with grace and precision.
“Argh!” I charge at him, forgoing any technique, and I can see Evan smile through his mouth guard. The fucker thinks this isfunny.
As the round progresses, fatigue begins to set in, but I refuse to stop until I’ve pummeled Evan to the ground.
He taps his gloves together in a menacing taunt and directs his piercing gaze at me. His hazel eyes distract me, causing my heart to palpitate, the thudding beat pulsing down my stomach, between my legs.
Evander closes the distance between us and seizes the moment to lift me up and into a leg trip, sweeping me off my feet. I gasp as I descend onto the canvas with a thud.
He’s on top of me again, hardened cock pressing on my clit at the perfect angle. We both groan.
“I’m going to stop, only because I don’t want to put on a show in front of your coach. But once we’re out of sight and earshot, there’s no escaping me, Angelica. I’ll come for you,” he whispers just before lifting himself off me.
Holy shit.
The threat shoots straight down my spine and gives me the most intense shivers. The sweat coating my skin is no longer from my workout but from Evan’s words and his promise to find me.
I scramble off the floor, ignoring Mickey’s knowing grin, and dart out of the boxing ring, straight to the women’s changing room. Knowing Evan, it won’t take long before he comes looking for me. I grab a change of clothes from my locker and rush to the showers. But is he just going to waltz in here, without caring about drawing attention? Mickey is still out there, and someone could walk into the gym at any time. It’s the middle of the day.
Just then, I hear light footsteps. My breath hitches in my chest. I hug my clothes tight and twirl around to find a hiding spot. Maybe if he doesn’t find me quickly, he’ll give up.Who am I kidding?He never gives up.
The showers are private, so I could hide in one of the stalls, but that’s too much of an obvious hiding spot.
The sauna. Fuck yes! He won’t think of looking there.
I run to the door and close it behind me. Immediately, I’m hit with steam. The weight of my sweaty workout gear makes it almost impossible to breathe. I need to get these off me stat.
Stripping out of my clothes, I place my t-shirt on the bench in the corner and sit on it, hoping Evan gives up on this search for me and leaves. I’m not sure how I’ll figure out that he’s gone, but I’ll stick my head out in a few minutes and check.
After what feels like an hour, the door cracks open. My heart stills. I don’t register what’s happening until Evan’s silhouette pops in, and I let out a bloodcurdling scream. His palm flies tomy mouth and he turns me around in his arms, my back now pressed against his torso. I squirm and my naked, wet body slips out of his grasp, but he doesn’t hesitate to lift me up again.
I’m still screaming, the sound muffled against his hand.
The sauna door shuts behind Evan, and he sits me back on the bench, his hungry eyes perusing my body like a ravenous beast about to devour its prey. The intensity of his gaze shuts me up.
“There’s nowhere in this world you can hide from me, Angelica,” he says. He removes his hand from my mouth. “I will travel to the depths of Hell and the clouds of Heaven to find you. You can never escape me, and I will never let you leave me.”
His words slice through my heart like a dagger. He overwhelms me, paralyzes my body.
’Til death, my little angel. And even then, you’ll never die without me.”
My skin is covered in sweat, but a cold shiver runs down my spine. Only Evander Vasilakis can make a threat this intimidating and get away with it. Not only that but elicit a positive reaction from me. Mostly from my treacherous body.
All of a sudden, I feel too exposed. But there’s no point in hiding from him. He’s alreadyseenall of me.
I’m too shaken to even move, but I manage a weak protest. “Let me go!”
As much as my body may want this, my brain can’t fathom allowing myself to give in.
I keep putting up a fight, but my efforts are futile as Evan ignores me and flattens my body on the bench, his hand on my chest. And, within a flash, I’m on my stomach.
I wrestle against his grip and try to release my breath as I aim to push him off, becoming more aggravated with each passing moment. He pushes me down, blocking my airways, and myinhales become strangled and more rapid from the humidity in the sauna and the pressure of this hand on my back.
