CHAPTER 84
ZION
My eyelids felt heavy as a wave of heat spread from the base of my spine. I tilted my head back, letting my tousled brown hair graze the nape of my neck. As I slowly regained awareness of my surroundings, I realized I was in the janitor’s closet. The waistband of my jeans dug uncomfortably into the back of my knees, and I suddenly noticed I was shirtless. But the shiver coursing through my body wasn’t due to the chill in the air; it was the warm, wet mouth currently working its magic on me.
Amy, Anne—or whatever her name was—was putting in the effort, and I could tell she was enjoying every second of it. The soft moans that escaped her lips vibrated down my length, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. Damn. I couldn’t shake the thought that if I pulled her up and slid my hands between her thighs, she’d be dripping wet.
Despite having a gorgeous girl on her knees before me, my mind kept wandering back to that kiss with Winter. It had been so damn intense that I’d gotten hard almost immediately, which only fueled my anger toward her afterwards
I had to push her out of my thoughts. Forcing myself to glance at my watch, I noticed the time ticking away, the clock seeming to taunt me with its hands. Five minutes until PE. Five minutes to release. Five minutes until I could finally see Snowflake get what was coming to her. It wasn’t much time, and as pleasurable as Amy's mouth was, it wasn't going to get me there fast enough.
I tangled my fingers in her hair—the dull brown strands contrasting with the bright blonde highlights. It was a nice look, but it was nothing compared to the sun-kissed silky smooth waves of Snowflake's hair.
Urgggg...
God damn it, why the hell was I even thinking about her?
My fingers gripped her hair tightly as my thighs began to tense and quiver. I couldn't hold back—there was no time for hesitation. I surrendered to the rush, feeling my climax surge through me, releasing myself down Amy’s throat. She let out a small, distressed moan, but I was too caught up in the moment to care about her needs. Instead, my thoughts were consumed by the image of Winter’s face—the way her eyes sparkled with defiance, that smug smile of hers.
As I watched Amy widen her thighs and dip her fingers between her legs, my frustration boiled over. She needed to find her release, but I couldn’t shake the sight of Winter from my mind. I forced myself to focus, waiting until I was certain Amy had swallowed every drop, relishing the way her throat bobbed with my release. Only when I was satisfied did I pull my cock from her lips.
She looked up at me, her pretty green eyes glinting with mischief, but all I could think about was Winter's scornful gaze. I smirked down at Amy, but it felt hollow. Without needing to be told, she opened her mouth wide, sliding her tongue out to prove she’d swallowed it all like a good girl.
Still, I couldn’t shake the anger that simmered within me, the image of Winter etched into my thoughts, taunting me with her indifference.
I strode down the corridor toward the gym, each step measured, exuding the quiet confidence that accompanied the name Zion Royal. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I anticipated the humiliation Winter was about to endure in the upcoming class. Heads turned as I passed, subtle glances and fluttering lashes aimed my way—a silent plea for my attention. It was clear as day; their interest and longing gazes had nothing to do with who I truly was. They craved the status, the influence that came with my name. Sure, my looks and the rumors about my “assets” didn’t hurt, but they paled in comparison to the power of the Royal legacy.
Amy was already there, perfectly poised on the bleachers, her brown hair swept back in a way that seemed effortlessly chic. Her yellow floral dress dipped just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, a calculated tease. She knew the game well. She glanced in my direction and smirked. Just ten minutes ago, her lips had been wrapped around me, and now, she exuded the picture of innocence.
Good girl.
I arched my head back, threading my fingers behind it as I rocked on my heels, taking in the scene in the gym. Students milled about, their voices buzzing like a hive, but my gaze remained cool and assessing, sweeping over everyone like a predator sizing up his territory.
“Royal!” A familiar shout cut through the chatter, and I turned to see Clark and Ronald approaching. These two were trouble—individually, they were a handful, but together, they were practically explosive. They were my best friends, my right hand and my left, always ready to dive into whatever mischief I had planned.
And today was all about Operation Break Winter.
I settled onto the bleachers, my posture relaxed but my focus razor-sharp, as I waited for Winter to make her entrance. The gym buzzed with energy, students chatting and laughing, the air thick with anticipation. But all of that was background noise; my attention was solely on the door where Winter would soon appear.
As the minutes dragged on, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through me. I imagined her confusion when she realized Claire was absent, the sinking feeling that would hit her when she realized she was completely alone. I tapped my fingers rhythmically against the wooden bleachers, a silent countdown to the show that was about to unfold.
“Any minute now,” I murmured to myself, stealing glances at my friends, who shared my anticipation. Clark leaned back with a grin, nudging Ronald, who was scrolling through his phone.
“Are you sure she’ll even show?” Clark asked, his tone laced with mock concern.
“Oh, she’ll be here,” I replied, my confidence unwavering. “She has to. This is her routine; she won’t want to miss it. Besides, who wouldn’t want to watch everyone else having fun?”
Ronald chuckled, leaning forward. “I’m kind of looking forward to seeing this play out. It’s like a live-action drama, and we get front-row seats.”
As the seconds ticked by, I felt my anticipation mount, a tension building in the air that I couldn’t ignore. With each new face that entered the gym, I found myself scrutinizing them, half-expecting it to be her. But the door remained closed, and I was left to stew in my own thoughts, relishing the impending chaos.
Finally, the door creaked open, and my heart raced as I spotted her silhouette framed in the doorway. Winter stepped inside, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of her. The moment she crossed the threshold, the atmosphere shifted. She had no idea what awaited her, and I couldn’t wait to watch her world unravel.
“Showtime,” I whispered, leaning forward, a predatory glint in my eyes as I readied myself for the performance to begin.
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