CHAPTER 51
**WINTER**
"You enjoyed the show, didn't you, Snowflake?" His breath grazes my neck, and against my better judgment, I tilt my head, a warmth spreading through me that I can’t ignore.
"Z-Zion…" I stammer, shaking my head in a futile attempt to clear it. "I didn’t see anything." The lie tastes bitter on my tongue.
He lets out a low, knowing chuckle. ..
"Liar," he sneered, his voice laced with accusation. "I know you saw it all, and I’d bet anything you were wishing you were in that shower with me, aching for me to take you right there against the wall." His fingers brushed lightly over my stomach, igniting a trail of goosebumps that rippled across my skin. I couldn’t move, every muscle frozen as the tension between us thickened, trapping me in place.
“You hate yourself for wanting me, don’t you?” His voice is a dark, dangerous whisper that wraps around me, squeezing out the truth I don’t want to admit.
I swallow hard, the sound loud in the silence between us.
"No, no, I don’t want.…" But my voice lacks conviction, trembling with the effort to hold onto a lie that feels increasingly fragile.
"Liar," he murmurs, his fingers grazing the waistband of my leggings, slipping just beneath the fabric. "There’s a part of you that wants this, isn’t there?"
"What? No! Never!" I protest, my voice higher than I intend, more desperate.
A deep, primal rumble escapes Zion’s throat.
"It’s just us here, Snowflake. You don’t have to pretend."
His hand dips lower, and I feel a rush of panic mixed with something else, something I can’t bear to name, because I know what he’ll find. I’m soaked, betraying everything I’ve tried to deny. My body reacts to his touch, warm and gentle, despite the fact that it’s coming from a cold, heartless bastard.
"If you're looking for sex, I'm game. The thought of getting with my stepsister—there's something forbidden about it that’s actually pretty hot."
I hate him. I hate myself. But I can’t stop the way my body responds.
His hands glide to my waist, and with agonizing slowness, they slip beneath the waistband, inching ever closer to my core.
A surge of panic churns in my stomach as I feel the growing bulge pressing against my tailbone. My breath hitches, and I clench my fists, trying to summon every ounce of resolve, and I push his hand away.
“I’d rather die than let this happen. Sex with you? Never.”
Zion’s low, mocking laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my back.
“Don’t lie to yourself, Snowflake,” he murmurs, his voice a velvet threat in my ear.
“You came into my room, saw me in the shower, and you didn’t look away. You stood there watching me get off. I’d say you were more than interested.”
The truth in his words stings, sending a flush of shame creeping up my neck. My heart pounds, a chaotic rhythm that matches the war raging inside me.
I want to deny it, to push him away, but his presence is overwhelming, his scent intoxicating, his words too close to the truth I’ve been running from.
He shifts slightly, his hips pressing harder against me, forcing me to feel every inch of his arousal.
“You can’t hide it, Snowflake. The way you looked at me… I saw the hunger in your eyes. You’re curious, even if you won’t admit it to yourself. You’re drawn to me.”
My mind screams at me to deny it, to say anything to make him stop, but I can’t. The weight of his words, the undeniable evidence of his desire against my body, and the dark, forbidden thrill that coils in my stomach hold me captive.
I’m trapped between the person I want to be and the one who can’t seem to resist the pull of his dangerous allure.
.
I squirmed in his grip, but the more I struggled, the tighter his hold became, his fingers digging into my skin as if daring me to try and break free.
"Careful, if you keep squirming and pressing yourself against me like that, I might just lose control."
Lose control?
What the hell did he mean by that? The dark edge to his voice sent a wave of heat coursing through me, settling deep in my core.
Would he hurt me?
Probably.
He'd been practically threatening me since I arrived. As my mind started to spiral into unsettling thoughts, I forced myself to push past him, trying to break free from his grip. His firm, muscled body pressed against my back, making me painfully aware that he still hadn’t bothered to get dressed. I turned to look at him, finding his gaze locked onto me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
"So, tell me," he murmured, his voice a dark, commanding whisper that sent shivers down my spine, "What really brought you into my room tonight? Surely, it wasn't just to stand there and watch me get off without my permission, was it?" His eyes bored into mine, daring me to deny it, the tension between us thick and suffocating.
My breath caught in my throat as his warmth radiated so close behind me, brushing over the bare skin of my neck.
"I knocked more than once, but you never bothered to answer," I retorted. "And yet, you have no problem barging into my room whenever it suits you, but I’m not allowed to step foot in yours?"
“Just answer the fucking question. Why are you here?”
I tried to back away, to create some space, but his grip only tightened, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of his bare skin against mine, an unsettling reminder of just how vulnerable I was in this moment.
“Can you at least put some clothes on?” I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. My eyes flicked downward before I quickly looked away, my face heating up with a mix of frustration and something else I didn’t want to name.
"Why? Is my naked body bothering you? Giving you ideas you shouldn't be having?"
“Zion, please.”
He stared at me for what felt like an eternity, his gaze unyielding and intense. Finally, he broke the silence. “I was right about you.”
A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to understand. “Right about what?” I asked, my voice trembling, barely above a whisper.
“So you’re not as innocent as you appear,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
“You might look delicate and fragile, but you’re not, are you? I bet you came into my room knowing full well it was just the two of us, alone in this big house, hoping to spread your thighs and make a move on me.”
“Yeah, right. In your dreams, Zion. You’re delusional.”
“Oh, you really don’t want to hear the details of my dreams, Snowflake. Believe me.”
“Actually, you’re right. I have no interest in hearing about your dreams because I’m certain you don’t feature in mine.”
“Don’t fucking play games with me,” Zion snapped, his voice harsh and filled with frustration.
“You think you can waltz in here, act all coy, and then try to seduce me? I see right through your bullshit. If you came in here with some twisted idea of getting close to me, you’ve got another thing coming. I don’t need or want anything from you.”
"Ha! I guess we're even because I don't need or want anything from you either!"
I couldn’t believe what we were discussing—what was even more unbelievable was how pissed off he seemed at the thought that I wasn’t interested, especially with the way his hard-on was pressing so obviously against my leg.
“Really?” he challenged, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“So, you enjoy watching me jerk off, but you don’t want me?” He let out a harsh, humorless laugh.
His hand suddenly tightens around my waist, and his signature woodsy, sea-salt scent drifts into my nostrils, hanging in the air. It’s astonishing that someone so filled with bitterness and hatred could smell so alluring, not to mention look as striking as he does.
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