Chương 37: Burying Alive

"I already applied it at home, don't bother," Evelyn lied, not daring to turn around and face him. In response, Zevian's grip on her wrist tightened, sending her heart into a frantic rhythm.

In a swift motion, he released her wrist, but before Evelyn could sigh in relief, his large hands settled on her shoulders, causing her breath to hitch. Her entire body tingled with electricity from the warmth of his palms. He gripped her shoulders and gently but firmly guided her to sit down.

Zevian's intentions were clear; it was only fair for her to endure the same torture he had felt under her touch. The way her fingers had lingered on his muscles, he knew she had enjoyed it, and he wasn't about to let her off easily.

Evelyn wanted to flee, but her legs betrayed her. Her mind was a whirlwind, torn between escaping and staying, her rational thoughts overridden by the tempted devil in her mind. With a resigned sigh, she turned and laid on the beach chair.