CHAPTER 31
**ZION**
Winter glares at me, then suddenly tries to push past me.
I grab her arm and yank her back. She shrieks, twisting in my grip.
"Zion!"
“Shut the fuck up!” I yank her back into the house, and she stumbles in her heels. I catch her just before she falls.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snap, my grip tightening. “Trying to get close to my mom? What’s your plan now? Hurting someone else I care about? Do you think I’m stupid, Winter? Do you think I don’t see right through you?” His voice rises, filled with anger and frustration. “You’ve already caused enough damage. Are you trying to ruin everything I have left?”
"What? No… I don’t have any olan, I'm just...."
"You like playing the innocent girl, don't you? You might fool my mom, but not me. I know what kind of person you are. I know how black your soul is. You're ugly inside."
"Stop! Let go of me, Zion!"
Snowflake fights back, anger flickering in her eyes, which only fuels my rage.
I could hurt her if I wanted to. We’re alone now, just the two of us, in my home. My territory.
So, what should I do with her?
There are countless ways to assert my control. I slide my hand beneath her dress, fingers brushing against her skin as I grip her thigh, squeezing it with enough force to make sure she feels every bit of my dominance. Her body tenses and I can sense her struggle to maintain composure.
Slowly, deliberately, I move my hand upwards, fingertips tracing the curve of her panties. The fabric feels delicate and fragile under my touch. With a decisive yank, I rip them away, the sound of tearing fabric filling the silence.
As I tear the fabric away, her gasp is sharp, a sound of both shock and vulnerability that fuels my sense of power. I smirk, relishing the control I wield over her, the way her body flinches at my touch.
But then my gaze falls on the panties. They're light pink, not the white pair I had soiled and forced her to wear. The sight hits me like a punch to the gut, and my smirk fades instantly. Anger flares up inside me, an uncontrollable surge that drowns out the satisfaction I was feeling.
“What the fuck is this?” I snapped, my eyes locking onto hers.
I stare at her, my anger mounting as I grab her by the chin, lifting it so her eyes meet mine. My gaze locks onto hers, demanding answers. With a swift, harsh motion, I hold the torn panties up, glaring at her with an intensity that should have made her tremble.
“Where’s the pair I gave you this morning?” I demand, my voice low and menacing.
Her eyes widen with a mix of fear and defiance, and she licks her lips, fighting to maintain her composure. Despite the panic flickering in her gaze, she meets my stare head-on, a brave mask covering her vulnerability.
“They’re in the trash can where they belong,” she replies, her voice steady but edged with defiance.
Her words hit me like a blow.
The trash can.
"The trash can?” I growled, my anger flaring.
“I didn’t permit you to take them off. You’ll pay for your disobedience, Snowflake. Just wait and see.”
I glared at her, barely able to contain my fury. My grip on her waist tightened, forcing her to remain anchored in place.
**WINTER**
“Go and get them from the trash can right now,” he demanded, his eyes flashing with a dangerous green light, as though my presence alone had triggered something within him.
My stomach churned, the fear was almost unbearable. I was terrified of what he might do when given the chance, but I refused to let him see it.
“If you like them so much, go and get them yourself, jackass,” I snapped, tossing my hair defiantly as I turned and fled toward my bedroom.
His growl echoed around me, a low, menacing sound that seemed to follow me like a shadow.
I threw open the bedroom door and slammed it shut behind me, pressing my back against it as though it could somehow shield me from him. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breaths came in ragged gasps. I braced myself, half-expecting him to burst through at any moment.
I pressed my back firmly against the door, my heart racing as Zion’s furious pounding reverberated through the wood. His shouts were muffled but unmistakably filled with rage.
“Open the door, Winter! Now!” His voice was low and threatening, each word punctuated by a heavy thud against the door.
My palms were slick with sweat as I pushed harder against the door, bracing it as though I could hold back his fury with sheer force of will. The sound of his fists slamming against the door made the entire room tremble, and I could feel the vibrations through my back.
My mind raced with fear, imagining the door splintering under his assault. The thought of him breaking through and what he might do next made me shudder. I wished I could make myself smaller, blend into the wall, and disappear entirely.
“Go away!” I shouted, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound firm. My breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, and I could feel the cold sweat on my brow. I knew it was useless to try and reason with him, but my instincts were screaming for me to hold my ground.
“Open up, Winter! Don’t make me break this door down!” His voice was filled with a cold fury, each thud a reminder of how vulnerable I was. My hands were slick with sweat, struggling to keep the door secured against his force.
From the other side, I could hear him ranting, his voice a harsh whisper that sliced through my fear. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he spat. “But the truth is, you’re nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
My stomach twisted as he brandished the torn panties like a trophy. The humiliation of seeing them used against me stung more than I expected.
“You see, the fact that your Dad doesn’t even care about you—that he’s gone and left without a single goodbye—that’s how insignificant you are. You’re here, in this house, and you’re still a ghost to him. He doesn’t care. No one does.”
The sting of his words cut deeper than any physical blow could have. My hand balled into a fist, the urge to strike him almost overwhelming. It took all my self-control not to punch him in the face, even though part of me desperately wanted to. He had no idea what my life had been like since that night five years ago, and if he hadn’t dared me… maybe it would be his fault.
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