CHAPTER 56
**ZION**
*Fifteen minutes earlier..*.
“Oh, Zion,” Cindy gasped my name as I devoured her neck, my lips tracing along her skin. Gripping her hair tightly, I pulled her head back, trying to lose myself in her sickly-sweet perfume and the feel of her body. “I told you not to talk,” I murmured against her ear, my breath warm and harsh. “Do as you’re told.”
Voices buzzed from all directions, both inside and outside the house, a chaotic mix of noise and activity. I needed a distraction.
The earlier encounter with Winter had me seething. She was getting under my skin, and I despised her for it. To clear my head, I organized this party, hoping it would distract me and push her out of my thoughts.
Cindy had arrived uninvited to my party, and I decided to take advantage of the situation. She grumbled about how I'd ditched her at the earlier party when things went south with Winter and Ethan. The noise, the chaos, and Cindy were meant to be distractions, keeping my mind off Winter and the mess she stirred up in me.
Distracted from the girl, I locked away in her room.
Cindy's giggles echoed through the room.
“That just feels so good,” she moaned, her voice muffled by my hand tangled in her thick, dark hair.
My other hand slipped inside her panties, my fingers pushing in as she squirmed against the wall of my bedroom. I pushed down the top of her dress, cupping her breasts and kissing her lips.
Despite my hands roaming over Cindy’s enticing curves, it didn’t push Winter out of my mind. I needed more.
I lifted Cindy effortlessly, her warmth pressing against me as I carried her to the bed. I needed to lose myself in her, to push Winter out of my mind and immerse myself in the comfort and pleasure Cindy promised.
“Zion!” The pounding on the door broke through my focus. I snapped my head toward the sound, frustration mounting.
“Go away!” I shouted as Cindy fumbled with my belt.
“Zion, you need to come quickly!” Ronald’s voice was urgent.
“I’m busy, Ro. Not now!” I snapped, irritated by his timing. What was his problem?
“Winter’s downstairs!” he shouted, making me freeze.
The mention of her name made me pause mid-action. I glanced at Cindy, who was still focused on unfastening my trousers, ignoring the persistent knocking.
“She’s downstairs, man. You need to get down there,” Ronald insisted, his voice growing more insistent.
I stared at the door in disbelief. “What the hell?” I muttered, pulling away from Cindy and sitting up. I had locked Winter in her room—how the hell had she managed to get out?
I needed to deal with this immediately.
The idea of Winter escaping her bedroom and crashing my party without my permission was unacceptable. I pushed Cindy aside, cursing under my breath.
“Zion?” Cindy called, reclining on the pillows and spreading her legs invitingly.
“Ignore him. Just come back to bed and fuck me.”
But despite her provocations, my focus was focused on the girl downstairs.
Winter
“Just get dressed, Cindy, and leave” I snapped, the words cutting through the thick air of the room.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her breathing quick and uneven as she struggled to process my abrupt change in focus.
I had once been obsessed with her, chasing her for months as she played hard to get. The thrill of the chase had been exhilarating, but now I couldn’t help but wonder what had ever attracted me to her in the first place.
“What do you mean, leave? You can’t just ditch me again!” she yelled.
I didn’t bother to explain. I never did.
She knew the score -my reputation —my relationships with women were always meant to be casual. She could either accept that or walk away.
I threw the door open, and Ronald stood there, looking uneasy with his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Sorry to disturb you, man,” he said, raising his hands in a gesture of apology. “But Shane’s all over her. Thought you should know.”
My irritation flared.
I stormed past Ronald, down the hall, my mind racing with anger. Shane, one of my teammates, had crossed the line. She was off-limits, and he’d find out exactly what that meant.
How the hell did she get out of her room in the first place?
As I descended the stairs, the pounding of my footsteps was drowned out by the chaos of the party. Rounding the corner, I came to an abrupt halt, my breath catching in my throat.
Jesus Christ, she was stunning.
Her presence was like a punch to the gut, her beauty so overwhelming it nearly stole the air from my lungs. I pressed my palms against the doorframe, trying to maintain some semblance of casual indifference, but the truth was, I needed the support just to keep from collapsing.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a drum of raw, unfiltered desire. I felt as if time had stopped, that I could simply stand there, gazing at her, and nothing else in the world would matter. It was like trying to breathe underwater, so intense and consuming was the moment.
And I despised that I felt this way about her.
I hated that every time she stood before me, my anger seemed to evaporate, replaced by a fierce, unsettling attraction. The realization that she could make me forget my hate, even for a moment, was infuriating.
Her hair looked even darker under the harsh lights, falling dishevelled waves that framed her face with an almost wild allure. Her skin, flushed from lack of sleep, had a rosy, vibrant hue that highlighted the smooth, almost ethereal quality of her complexion.
Her full lips were slightly parted, giving her an almost innocent yet incredibly seductive look.
WTF was she wearing?
Her body, just barely hidden by her sleepwear, was toned and sculpted with a grace that made my throat dry. The curves of her thighs, still flawless and slightly flushed, drew my eyes with a magnetism I couldn’t ignore.
In that moment, I wanted everything from Winter—her anger, her passion, her disdain, and her desire. I craved to dominate every aspect of her being, from her physicality to her deepest emotions.
I was so fixated on Winter that Shane’s presence almost slipped my mind. Then I noticed her face, flushed with anger, her breaths coming in heavy bursts as she shouted at him. Shane’s response, harsh and unrelenting, only seemed to heighten her distress.
Shane’s voice cut through the din, harsh and commanding. I couldn’t make out his exact words, but the way he loomed over her, his hands grabbing her waist, made my blood boil.
""You bitch...you fucking bitch .."
My muscles tensed, and I felt a surge of fury as I watched him pull her closer. That was the final straw. Without thinking, I shot out, my voice booming over the noise.
“What the hell is going on here?”
The urgency in my tone made the surrounding partygoers turn their heads. I pushed through the crowd, my eyes locked on Winter and Shane. Whatever was happening, I needed to intervene—fast.
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