CHAPTER 112
**WINTER**
"Stop."
The word chokes out of me, more a ragged plea than a command. I don't want this... do I?
For days, I've watched Zion move from one girl to the next, but as his hand slides up my thigh, a dangerous thrill hums through me. His eyes, hooded with lust and brimming with hunger, make my pulse race.
At this moment, I realize something terrifying: he might despise me, but he wants me. Even more frightening is that a part of me might want him, too.
Not because I like him or find him attractive beyond his physical appearance, but because I'm clinging to the hope that somewhere beneath this playboy exterior is the friend I once knew.
“You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Snowflake?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my neck as he leans in closer, inhaling deeply.
"Admit it, you want me," he continues, his voice low and teasing.
"But you keep pretending you're better than everyone, like you're somehow above me. The truth is, you're just a liar—a wicked little liar."
"I'm not a li—" Before I could finish, his lips crashed against my neck, sucking hungrily, sending a jolt of raw desire through me.
The touch is like a spark to dry kindling, igniting a flame that threatens to consume me. His mouth is hot, his breath scorching my skin as he sucjs my neck with a fierce intensity. I feel my words dying on my lips, lost in the rush of sensation that follows.
My heart stutters, my pulse racing as his teeth graze my flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I'm trapped in the whirlpool of his desire, unable to escape the prison of his lips as they claim me, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Oh God," I whimper, the sensation overwhelming and simultaneously not enough.
Zion pulls back slightly, his eyes dark and intense, the space between us charged with palpable energy.
"You're nothing-"
I grab his shirt, yanking him toward me as my lips crash into his. I don't want to hear his cruel words, not another one. I don't want this twisted game of cat and mouse we're stuck in. I just want to drown in the feeling of his lips, the sharp bite of his teeth, the heat of his tongue.
"Fuck, Snowflake," he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot, his rough hand sliding to my throat, holding me there as if he's claiming me. My chest rises and falls rapidly, the air thick between us, every breath a battle I'm losing.
"What are you-" My question dies as he dives in again, his body plastered against mine, lips bruising as he devours me. I've lost control, but the scary part is I don't care. His kiss, the taste of him, ignites something deep inside me.
For a moment, I forget everything-who he is, who I am, and how messed up this is. Then reality slams into me, and I shove him away with a burst of clarity.
"What the hell are we doing?" Panic surges through me as nausea twists in my stomach. I step back, breathing hard, the sudden realisation of who I'm kissing-the same Zion who has spent the past months humiliating me-making me sick. The same Zion who had just cruelly mocked me in front of half the school.
But he just smirks, running his thumb across his bottom lip, watching me like a predator sizing up its prey.
"You need to leave," I say, my voice trembling. I can't do this. Not with him. Not like this.
Zion's eyes darken as he closes the space between us again, his hand finding my thigh. His touch is possessive and deliberate. Before I can react, his fingers slide up, cupping me with a boldness that makes my heart hammer in my chest.
"Zion," I choke, barely able to breathe. No one has ever touched me like this-so intimate, so raw.
"You're wet for me, aren't you, little liar?" His voice is dark, dripping with arrogance. He hooks the fabric of my underwear aside, his fingers sliding through my folds, making my entire body tremble.
"Zion, please..." My voice is barely a whisper, my mind swirling in confusion and anger, but my body betrays me, melting into his filthy, possessive touch.
"We can't." The words escape my lips, weak and unconvincing, as I remember every cruel thing he's said to me, every time he's torn me down and made me feel small. But his grip tightens, and I feel trapped, ensnared by this dangerous game we're playing.
"Oh, but we can," Zion says with a twisted grin, his voice low and full of dark intent.
"I pulled your name from that bowl, and that means you're mine tonight. Besides, hate sex is something I've never tried before. Could be fun."
A cold shiver races down my spine, my stomach tightening with dread at his words. His eyes are dark, cold, but there's something else in them, something that makes my skin prickle.
My pulse is pounding so hard I can barely think straight.
"You hate me, but why? Tell me. Make me understand."
Zion's expression hardens, and he leans in close, his breath hot on my skin.
"I don't just hate you, Snowflake," he murmurs, his voice venomous. "I want to fucking ruin you."
"What-" Before I can finish, he shoves two fingers deep inside me, curling them cruelly, and my entire body seizes. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as his thumb circles my clit, the sensation overwhelming, sending a shockwave through me.
"Jesus, Snowflake, you're so fucking tight," he growls, his words laced with lust, his breath harsh and uneven.
All coherent thought evaporates as Zion grabs me, lifting me off the ground as if I weigh nothing. My back slams against the rough bark of the tree, and his body cages me in.
"Zion, stop-" I manage to choke out, trying to push him away, but my strength is gone, and he's relentless, his touch possessive, cruel.
"Just once," he grits out, fumbling between us. And then I feel it-his hard, bare length pressing against me, heavy and thick. The reality of what's about to happen crashes into me, sending my mind spiraling. "We can't," I repeat, but the words are weak, my voice trembling. I know this is wrong, every instinct screaming at me to stop him, to fight back.
But Zion doesn't care. He's beyond reason, lost in whatever twisted game he's playing, and I'm caught in it, powerless. My body betrays me, heat pooling low in my belly even as my mind rebels.
This is a mistake, a terrible, terrible mistake, but I can't seem to stop it. His hands grip me tighter, his lips hovering over mine as if daring me to fight back, to resist, but all I can do is tremble in his hold, torn between fear, anger, and a deep, dangerous attraction I don't understand.
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