CHAPTER 114
**WINTER**
I sit on the cold ground, knees hugged tightly to my chest, trying to keep it together. My stomach churns, a wave of nausea hitting me as the weight of what just happened with Zion sinks in.
What the hell did I do?
I feel filthy and disgusted with myself. How could I let him touch me like that?
Let him manipulate me so easily.
I acted like a... a whore.
Tears sting my eyes, but I swipe them away, determined not to cry.
Not for him.
“Hey there, beautiful,” a voice calls out, slurring slightly. My head snaps up to see Ethan Wilde standing a few feet away, casually sipping a beer.
His eyes are hazy and bloodshot from drinking too much, and the smirk on his lips makes my skin crawl. What the hell is he doing here?
“Cat got your tongue, beautiful?” he taunts, his gaze sliding over me in a way that makes my skin feel like it’s crawling.
I push myself to my feet, my legs wobbling unsteadily beneath me, and try to walk past him, desperate to leave. I just want to go home, wash Zion’s filthy touch off me, and forget this night ever happened. But Ethan's hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist before I can escape.
The sharp smell of alcohol radiates from him, heavy and suffocating.
“Not so fast, beautiful,” he says, his grip tightening, making my heart race with panic.
"Let go of me," I grit out, twisting my wrist, but his grip only tightens, fingers digging into my skin.
"Let you go?" He laughs low, the sound cold and razor-sharp.
"Oh no, sweetheart... why would I let you go now?" His head tilts, that twisted smirk stretching wider as he steps closer, eyes gleaming with something dark and unhinged.
"You wandered right into my hands... all alone. And I intend to enjoy every second of it." The sharp scent of alcohol lingers on his breath, making my stomach twist as he invades my space, the menace in his voice as suffocating as the air between us.
His eyes narrow, raking over me with a disturbing slowness, like he's savouring my discomfort.
"Zion’s precious little sister... Huh." He pauses, lips parting in mock realization.
"You're the one thing that makes him tick, aren’t you? His perfect little weakness... his Achilles' heel."
The words drip from his tongue, each one more poisonous than the last as he leans in, voice a low murmur.
"Wonder how he'd feel knowing I had my hands all over his fragile little prize."
What the hell is he talking about?
"Zion’s always been untouchable," Ethan mutters, his voice laced with bitter venom.
"Always in my way. Always acting like he's better than everyone—better than me." His jaw tightens, nostrils flaring as the hatred simmers just beneath the surface.
"I’m done letting him get away with it." He inches closer, the air thick with his malice.
"And you... you're special to him, aren't you?" His lips curl into a cruel smile, eyes dark with twisted satisfaction.
Special to Zion? I almost want to laugh at the absurdity of it.
If only Ethan knew the truth—there's nothing special between Zion and me. Just the bitter remains of whatever we used to be.
"That’s why you’re gonna pay. For every damn time, he’s made me feel small."
Ethan spreads his legs, the space between us shrinking, his hand dropping to his crotch as he rubs himself through his jeans. The sick grin plastered on his face turns my stomach, and nausea rolls over me like a wave.
Pig.
I need to get away. Fast.
“Come on, Ethan, man... maybe we should just let her go,” a voice cuts in, hesitant and uncertain. I glance over to see another guy standing a little behind Ethan, someone I don’t recognize. He looks uneasy, shifting on his feet like he doesn’t want to be here.
Ethan doesn’t even glance at him, waving him off with a dismissive snort.
“Would you quit whining like a little bitch, Tony? We’re just having some fun.”
Tony shoots me an apologetic glance, his face pale, but he doesn’t say anything else.
Coward.
I grit my teeth, fear and anger swirling inside me. I can’t let this happen. Not again. Not after Zion.
"We're going to have so much fun tonight, aren't we, Tony?" Ethan drawls, his voice dripping with malice.
But Tony hesitates, shifting uneasily as his gaze flicks between us. His face pales, lips pressing into a thin line.
"Man, this...this isn’t what I signed up for. I’m out."
Ethan's expression twists with irritation, his eyes narrowing in contempt.
"Then leave," he spits, voice cold and sharp. "If you're too soft to handle this, get the hell out of my way."
Without hesitation, Tony turns and walks away. “I’m out. This is messed up,” he mutters before disappearing into the distance, the party music barely reaching us.
“Whatever,” Ethan mutters under his breath, draining the last of his beer in one long swig. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his smirk twisting into something far more sinister.
“I prefer it this way… just you and me now,” he drawls, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes glinting with dangerous intent.
My pulse hammers in my chest, the panic coiling tighter as I instinctively retreat. But he’s faster—grabbing my face, his fingers pressing hard enough to sting. I twist, struggling against his grip.
“Get your damn hands off me,” I snap, my voice trembling with both defiance and fear.
He leans closer, his breath hot against my skin. “Or what? What the hell are you going to do, Winter?”
I grit my teeth, trying to muster strength through the fear. “Is your dick so small that you have to force yourself on someone just to get off?”
Rage flashes in his eyes, and in a split second, his hand is tangled in my hair, yanking me back with enough force to make me cry out. Pain shoots through my scalp, and I see stars for a moment.
“You fucking bitch. I’ll show you exactly how big I am.” His lips curl into a sinister smile, sending chills down my spine.
"Let’s find out what all Zion’s fuss over his precious stepsister is really about."
Before I can react, his mouth crashes down on mine, rough and suffocating. I twist and thrash beneath him, but he’s too strong, forcing me down onto the couch as his body pins me. I can barely breathe, the weight of him and the stench of alcohol suffocating me.
“Get off me!” I cry when he pulls back for a moment, gasping for air.
He ignores me, his hand sliding up my thigh.
“No can do,” he growls before kissing me again, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.
But this time, I’m ready. I bite down, hard. His blood fills my mouth as he pulls back, howling in pain.
“Fucking bitch!”
His hand swings through the air, backhanding me across the face with enough force that my vision blurs. Pain explodes across my cheek, and I taste blood on my lips.
Ethan spits out a mouthful of his blood, his face twisted in rage.
“We could have done this the easy way,” he sneers, wiping his mouth.
"But now, I’m going to enjoy making you mine by force," he sneers, his voice dripping with malice.
"Lay a finger on me, and it won't just be your tongue I'll be sinking my teeth into," I snap, my voice shaking but fierce.
My eyes dart around frantically, searching for any way out, any chance to escape.
"Looking for someone, sweetheart? Zion, maybe? Hate to break it to you, but he’s probably off screwing some girl right now—too busy getting wasted to even remember you exist."
Zion isn’t coming. He said so himself that he was going to fuck Cindy. He’s out there, distracted by girls, drugs, and alcohol, leaving me here to fend for myself. The realization burns in my chest, and for a moment, I feel utterly abandoned.
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