CHAPTER 52
**WINTER**
His intense gaze pulls my attention back to him.
"Drop the innocent act and cut the bullshit Snowflake. We both know why your here so get on with it!"
"Get on with what?" I blurt out, unable to stop myself.
“Well, we're not going to stand here all night just staring at each other. I’m already naked, so now it’s your turn to strip. I need to see what you look like naked and decide if having sex with you is even worth the effort.”
What the....!
I stared at him, my mouth falling open in disbelief.
Wow.
Was he serious?
His words left me completely speechless. I tried not to let his crude remarks get to me, but the sheer arrogance and disrespect in his tone made it almost impossible to brush off.
It’s the first time he’s spoken to me like this, but it certainly won’t be the last. He’s all about belittling me, reminding me that I’m nothing more than a bug he can crush whenever he wants.
He’s clearly lost his mind if he thinks I’ll strip down in front of him.
"You know, if your were nicer, and weren’t such a complete jerk, I might actually think about it. But based on what I saw in the bathroom, you’re not worth the effort…” I grit my teeth but can’t help feeling a bit smug at my quick comeback.
“Nice? Don’t kid yourself Snowflake. ‘Nice’ isn’t in my vocabulary—I’m the bad boy, remember? I’m not here to play nice. And don’t pretend you’re not turned on by seeing me naked. We both know you are. So let’s drop the pretense and get to it. Strip.”
He releases me and steps back, still completely naked, but it’s clear he’s completely unfazed by his own nudity. I seethe with anger and deliberately avoid looking at him. My face flushes as I fight the impulse to glance at him.
Zion casually crosses his arms over his chest,
“Come on, strip already. I don’t have all night,” he says with a smirk, clearly relishing my discomfort.
“Unless, of course, your ass and breasts prove too tempting—then maybe I’d consider stretching this out.”
My cheeks burn with frustration. I shake my head and roll my eyes, trying to block out his crude remarks.
“Well then, don’t wait all night; I’m leaving...”
.
Just as I turn to walk away, fed up with his degrading comments, he grabs my arm.
“Where do you think you’re going, Snowflake? If you’ve seen me naked, it’s only fair that I get to see you the same way… and I want to see it all now.”
“See it all now! You’ve lost your mind, Zion. I’m not taking off my clothes for you, now or ever.”
“Why not? Is the zipper on that skirt stuck? Need some help?” He cuts me off before I can respond, relishing the way his words make me blush.
“Forget it. Your answer isn’t needed. I think I will help you—I'm pretty good at getting girls out of their clothes in record time,” he winks.
“Then I’ll take a good look,” he says, his gaze sweeping over me. “I need to be sure that when you’re as naked as I am, you’re worth having sex with.”
He smirks!
And I can’t help but gasp at his audacity.
How dare he insult me like that!
“Go to hell!” I snarl as I try to wrench his hand off my arm, but I’m unsuccessful.
“Stop acting like you have something to hide. You’re not the first woman I’ll see naked, and you won’t be the last.”
Does he have to be so blunt?
“I have no doubt about that. But I’ll definitely be the first to refuse you—I’m not taking off my clothes.”
"Snowflake...."
Fed up with this conversation, a take a deep breath,
"Zion...I don’t understand—” I begin, but he cuts me off with a cold stare.
“Do I look like I care whether you understand or not? I already warned you about making me repeat myself. If you’re trying to piss me off, you’ve succeeded. I don’t want to hurt you, Snowflake, but I will if you push me.”
Hurt me? He clearly doesn’t know what real pain is.
His enjoyment of my discomfort only fuels my frustration. I grit my teeth, trying to ignore his taunts. It’s clear he’s trying to push me to my breaking point, to see how much he can humiliate me before I snap. I can’t understand why he harbors so much hatred towards me, and I refuse to waste energy trying to figure it out. His cruel game only deepens the fear and anger twisting in my stomach.
"Tik tok tik tok! Come on Snowflake don't be shy"
That's it!
My anger bubbles over, and I clench my fists tightly, itching to punch him in the face for his condescension. Instead of throwing a punch, I stamp on his foot.
Yeah, it’s pretty immature, but it felt good.
“Ooh, what the fuck!” Zion hisses, hopping up and down as he grabs his foot.
Oops, did I mention I was wearing heels?
The muscle in his jaw tightens, and his teeth clench. His body goes rigid, and his eyes narrow, instantly adopting the usual emotionless mask he wears around everyone except me.
In a flash, he grabs me roughly by the arm and slams me against the nearest wall, pinning me with an intensity that takes my breath away. His chest heaves as he breathes heavily, his anger palpable.
“Why the hell are you really here, Snowflake?” he demands, his voice low and dangerously calm.
“If you didn’t come in here to watch me jerk off, then why the fuck are you here?”
I can feel the heat of his body radiating against mine, his grip unyielding. The raw anger in his eyes makes it clear that he’s not playing games anymore. I stare back at him, my heart pounding, as his frustration with me only deepens the fear and frustration already swirling inside me.
He presses into me harder, the tip of his cock brushing against the inside of my thighs.
I lick my lips, my gaze falling despite my best efforts.
“Eyes up here,” he murmurs, his voice softening.
Our eyes lock, and the heat in his gaze seems to intensify. His head tilts slightly as he drags his index finger slowly along my lips, then slips it into his mouth, savoring the taste with a sensual, deliberate suck.
I watch him, captivated by how such a small gesture can be so incredibly erotic. The way his eyes bore into mine makes my pulse quicken.
He leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Tell me, Snowflake, why did you come into my room?”
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