CHAPTER 23
**ZION**
As I loomed over Winter, my hand inching up her thigh, I could feel the heat radiating from her skin beneath my fingers. Each brush of my fingertips against her flesh sent a pulse of arousal through me, quickening my heartbeat. I could sense her struggle beneath me, her attempts to wriggle away, but my grip was relentless, my strength too overpowering.
Her eyes, wide and defiant, met mine, igniting something raw and primal inside me. I felt a surge of possessiveness and anger mingled with the burgeoning thrill of control.
Just then, a sharp knock on the door shattered the tense silence. My mother’s voice cut through the room, clear and insistent.
“Breakfast is ready, Winter,” she called out.
My heart skipped a beat, and I cursed under my breath.
'Fuck ..fuck...fuck..
The interruption threatened to pull me back from the edge, but it also presented an opportunity to escalate this further. It was a chance to see just how far I could push her.
The realization that I could use this moment to increase her fear fueled my arousal even more. I quickly released Winter’s thigh and yanked her up with me, my grip firm and unyielding. My hand found its way to her mouth, pressing down hard to muffle any sound she might make. The tension in the air was palpable, the power I held over her thrilling and intoxicating. This was a game, and I was determined to win.
Her deep blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Not a word,” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous.
“If you make a sound, you’ll regret it in ways you can’t even imagine. Do you understand?” I could feel her breathing grow more rapid, her body tense against mine.
I watched as she hesitated, defiance flickering in her eyes, shaking her head slowly.
'No'
"Hmm.." The corner of my mouth curled into a smirk.
I pulled out a pocket knife, its blade glinting menacingly in the morning light. I pressed it against her neck just hard enough to make her wince.
“Do you understand now?” I growled.
Her eyes widened in terror, and she nodded vigorously.
“Good,” I pressed it gently against her neck, making sure she felt its cold edge.
Slowly I ran the knife's edge gently along her skin, savoring the shiver that coursed through her.
Her lips parted, a flick of her tongue moistening them nervously. The contrast between the cold steel and the warmth of her body was intoxicating.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat synchronized with the surging heat of my arousal. I leaned closer, inhaling the faint scent of fear and something more subtle—excitement? My grip tightened, the knife glinting in the dim light as I traced a delicate line down her arm, enjoying the raw, electric connection between us.
"Winter, are you in there?" Mom called out again, jiggling the door handle with a hint of impatience.
"Now, be a good girl," I whispered harshly. "I'm going to take my hand away, and you're going to tell Mom you'll be down in a minute."
"If you say anything else," I continued, pressing the knife just a bit harder against her neck without breaking the skin, "I might have to mar that flawless skin of yours."
"Understand "
Her head nodded frantically Slowly I lifted the hand on her mouth, but kept the knife near her neck
“I’ll be down in a minute, Jenny” she said, trying to sound calm but I could see her still trembling, her fear and was that a hint of desire, mingling in her eyes.
Interesting My smirk widened. This was just the beginning.
“Alright, see you in a bit.” Her footsteps started to recede, each step growing fainter as she walked away.
Satisfied, I pulled the knife away and let go of her, my fingers lingering just long enough to leave a mark of my control.
"Zion .."
My name breathlessly whispered, sent a shiver straight to my core, igniting a fierce, uncontrollable heat. Every syllable was like a jolt of electricity, driving me wild with desire.
I was desperate for her to say my name again, but this time, I wanted it to be laced with more urgency, more need—“Yes, Zion, right there”—the kind of plea that would push me to the edge.
I had to regain control.
She attempted to shove me away, but I wasn't finished with her yet.
"What's the rush? We still need to discuss a few things."
She sighed, her tone dripping with boredom, "What is it now?"
“Aren’t you interested in how I plan to make you suffer?” I ask, turning to her with a steely gaze.
She tries to appear indifferent, but I can see the frantic pulse in her neck—she’s anxious, even though she’s putting on a brave front.
"Here's the deal," I murmured, my voice steady and deliberate. "I can barely keep my anger towards you in check. If you want to dodge the brunt of it, you'll have to help me find a way to vent my frustration."
I take a slow, deliberate look at her before tracing a finger gently down her arm, savouring the softness of her skin.
“Don’t touch me,” she snaps, stepping away.
“You can’t intimidate me. You can’t do anything to me,” she retorts with defiance.
“If you need to blow off steam, why not call back the girl you were speaking to earlier, and screw her! It seems like that’s what you enjoy.”
“If you think I engage in screwing for pleasure, you’re wrong. It’s more of a requirement. Its something I can't do without ” I reply with a smirk. Her eye roll only makes me more intrigued. There’s a fire in her that I find compelling, and I’m looking forward to making her payback more satisfying.
“Screwing isn’t a necessity,” she insists, shaking her head. “You’re a pig, you know that, right?”
“Only someone who’s never experienced it would think sex isn’t essential,” I tease. Her reaction is precisely what I wanted. Provoking her is both fun and revealing.
Winter’s eyes flashed with defiance as she spat, “Go to hell,” and shoved against me, trying to force her way past.
Her attempt was futile. As soon as her hands made contact with my chest, I tightened my grip on her shoulders. Her little push only made me more resolute. I could feel the heat from her anger, a raw, vibrant energy that only fueled my own.
I pulled her back sharply, my fingers digging into her arms. Her struggle was weak against my firm hold. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with frustration, and I could see the stubborn fire in her eyes.
“Nice try,” I said, my voice low and steady.
“But you’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”
Her face was inches from mine, and I could feel the tension between us. The defiance in her eyes was both infuriating and intriguing. She was a storm I had no intention of letting pass me by.
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