CHAPTER 72
**ZION**
Woods finally releases us after what seemed like an eternity of droning on. I glance over at Winter, who’s practically leaping out of her seat, frantically stuffing books and pens into her bag. Is she in such a rush to leave? I find myself unable to tear my gaze away, intrigued by her urgency.
There's an itch under my skin, a need to see her crack, to see that fear in her eyes again. The thought of wrapping my hand around her delicate throat and feeling her pulse quicken beneath my fingers excites me in a way I can’t explain.
“How’s the first day treating you, Snowflake?” I ask, my voice dripping with mockery.
“I hope you’re not getting too comfortable… because we can’t have that, can we?”
She doesn’t flinch and doesn’t show an ounce of fear as she shoves her things into her bag with more force than necessary.
“Whatever, Zion. You don’t scare me,” she snaps, her voice sharp, defiant.
I lean in close, lowering my voice to a dangerous whisper.
“Maybe not right this second, but you sure as hell were last night. You were trembling, practically pissing yourself. Don't forget Snowflake, you belong to me now.”
The memory of it makes my lips curl into a grin as I watch her closely, searching for any sign that I’ve hit a nerve. My eyes trail down her neck, lingering on the soft skin, before dipping lower to the curve of her breasts.
They strain against the fabric of her shirt, teasing me, and I can’t help but wonder—are her nipples the same dusky pink as her cheeks were earlier? The thought sends a jolt of heat through me.
Clenching my fists, I dig my nails into my palms, grounding myself, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her, to claim her in a way that would leave marks.
Winter’s expression hardens, her eyes blazing with defiance as she steps closer, clearly trying to stand her ground. If she thinks she can scare me, she’s wrong.
“You don’t own me, and you certainly don’t own this place. And let me be clear—don’t you dare ever barge into my room, threaten me, and think you’ll get away with it. There are laws, Zion, and I will make sure you face the consequences.”
The audacity of this girl.
It’s almost amusing.
Almost.
But she needs to learn her place. I reach out and tap her nose lightly, a mockery of her boldness.
“Hmm, are you trying to threaten me, Snowflake? Because I don't take kindly to threats. And just so you know, no one here is going to stop me from doing whatever I want. Not you, not anyone. The Royal family runs this school, and you’d better get that through your head—there’s nothing you can do about it.” I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
“And I think, you should put that pretty mouth of yours to better use than just spitting lies.”
It’s only now that I notice the room has emptied Just the two of us remain. She notices too, her gaze shifting around before locking back onto mine.
The smirk on my face widens as I pop the button on my jeans, waiting for her to crack, to panic. But instead, she stays rooted in place, defiance still burning in her eyes.
“I didn’t lie about anything, Zion,” she snaps, and the fire in her voice only fuels the dark desire inside me. The thought of breaking her, of completely shattering that stubborn resolve, is more tempting than ever.
“You did lie, and you destroyed my family in the process,” I growl, my anger rising with every word.
“My father’s life was ruined because of you. It’s funny, really—how one little lie can tear someone’s world apart.” I reach into my pants, pulling out my cock, fully aware of the shock that flashes across her face. Her eyes widen, and her lips part in disbelief.
The small gasp she lets out only confirms what I suspected—she’s never seen a man like this before. The realization only makes me want to ruin her even more.
She stares, eyes locked on mine, and for a brief moment, something in her gaze shifts.
Determination?
Curiosity?
Is she turned on by this?
Whatever it is, it just makes me more eager to destroy her. I tighten my grip on her chin, forcing her to look at me while I stroke myself with my free hand. “Tell me, Snowflake, have you ever given a blow job?” I taunt, leaning closer as she blinks, her shock slowly giving way to something else. But instead of cowering, she straightens, her fear morphing into a steely resolve that only deepens my twisted urge to break her.
She jerks away from my grip and takes a small step forward, closing the space between us. Her hand lands on my chest, her touch searing through the fabric of my shirt. I fight to keep my expression neutral, to not give away the storm raging inside me, but it’s no use. Inside, I’m a chaotic mess, a whirlwind of anger, lust, and confusion.
“A blow job, huh? Is that what you want?”
Her fingers trail slowly down my chest, and I wonder if she can feel the rapid thumping of my heart beneath them. I’m stunned, completely blindsided by her reaction. I expected her to recoil, to bolt, but instead, she was stepping up, turning the tables on me. Suddenly, I feel like the one being hunted.
“Would you let me live in peace, if I got down on my knees? If I sucked your dick?” she asks, her voice low and sultry.
“It’d be a start,” I reply, trying to play it cool, even as her hand inches lower, closer to my cock. When she looks up at me with those smouldering eyes, I nearly lose control.
“Okay…” she whispers, her fingers brushing against my cock, barely grazing the tip where pre-cum has started to gather. I close my eyes for just a second, lost in the sensation, in the moment I’ve imagined so many times before.
Every girl I’ve been with, I’ve pictured her. Now, it’s almost surreal, like a dream I’m finally living out. But just as I start to surrender to the pleasure, to the moment, she yanks her hand away.
Before I can fully process what’s happening, she drives her knee into my balls with a force that sends me crashing to the floor. Pain explodes through me, blinding and intense. My vision darkens around the edges, and bile rises in my throat as I clutch my gut, struggling to breathe.
Rage, searing and blinding, surges through my veins, setting every nerve on fire. I clench my teeth, fighting through the agony radiating from my gut.
“Don’t you ever threaten me again, you bastard,” she spits, her voice full of defiance.
“I’m not like the others. I won’t just roll over because you tell me to. You can try to break me, but I promise, it won’t be easy.” Her words hit like daggers, and before I can muster a response or even focus on her through the haze of pain, she’s gone, her footsteps echoing as she bolts out of the room.
“You’ll regret this, you fucking bitch!” I roar, slamming my fist into the cold, hard floor, the impact reverberating through my bones. The emptiness of the room does nothing to ease the burning fury inside me. She may have slipped away this time, but I’ll make sure she pays.
I’m done playing nice.
I’m done with just trying to intimidate her. Now, I’m going to be the nightmare she fears most.
Go ahead, Winter, run. But no matter how fast you go, you’ll never escape me…
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