Chapter 5 The Seductress

The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air as I sat across from Zion in the quaint little cafe. My eyes lingered on him, adorned in a white sweater that hugged his form perfectly, paired with blue jeans, a cream jacket, and those pristine white shoes. He looked different, a vision of luxury that I hadn't seen before. My gaze involuntarily met his, and he caught me looking. A smirk played on his lips as he returned my gaze with a smile that could make hearts skip a beat.

I brought the cup to my lips, taking a sip of the sweet and creamy coffee. It was a delightful contrast to the mystery that surrounded Zion. Leaning back in my chair, I couldn't help but ask, "How did you know about this place? I've been around here countless times but never stumbled upon it."

His eyes sparkled as he locked onto mine, and that enigmatic smile never left his face. "I just know," he replied, making the answer a puzzle wrapped in secrecy. I raised an eyebrow, understanding the undertones of his words. The mystery surrounding Zion was something that both intrigued and frustrated me.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I rolled my eyes playfully. Zion's laughter resonated through the cafe, drawing the attention of nearby patrons. His laughter, a contagious melody, echoed as he revealed a set of white teeth and a subtle dimple that adorned his cheek. I couldn't help but smile in return, captivated by the genuine joy that emanated from him.

In a teasing tone, I quirked an eyebrow and asked, "So, was it another girl who spilled the beans, or are you secretly batting for the other team?" A playful glint danced in my eyes, and I awaited his response.

Zion's laughter escalated into a full-blown hysteria, echoing through the cafe's ambiance. He leaned back, wiping away a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye. A smile lingered on his lips as he shook his head, dispelling any notions of a serious revelation. The dark humor in his laughter added to the intrigue that surrounded him.

As his laughter subsided, he looked at me with those mysterious eyes and said, "You always assume the most interesting things, don't you?"

The steam from my coffee curled upward as I took another sip, the rich flavor lingering on my tongue. Zion's gaze held mine, his eyes a mysterious abyss that seemed to pull me in. "Maybe it happens when I'm around you, I lose all my senses," I admitted, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

There was a subtle shift in his expression, a darkness flickering in his eyes. His grin widened, revealing a hint of something raw and untamed. "Or maybe," he suggested, leaning in slightly, "you just need something a bit more... primal. Like a random sex in a public restroom, perhaps?" The words hung in the air, charged with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

I met his suggestion with a bold grin, my own response laced with equal darkness. "Maybe that's the best idea you can come up with," I teased, the thrill of the forbidden dancing in my eyes. With that, I stood up from my seat, leaving the remnants of my coffee on the table. The cool demeanor I exuded masked the anticipation that pulsed beneath my skin.

As I walked towards the interior of the cafe, I knew Zion's eyes were fixed on me, tracing my every move. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a magnetic pull that defied reason. I pushed open the door to the restroom, the dim lighting casting shadows that heightened the sense of secrecy.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Zion entered with a confident swagger. The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken tension, a daring game we both willingly played.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something?" I challenged him, my voice bored trying to hide the anticipation simmering within me.

My heart raced as his lips crashed onto mine.

His kiss demanding and intense.

My blood surged with a mix of desire and defiance, and I couldn't help but retaliate by gripping his hair tightly. "My bad," I taunted, unable to resist the humor. "Didn't realize you were so sensitive. Maybe I'll be gentler next time."

Zion straightened, his lower lip stained with drop of blood. I had bitten him hard enough to draw blood during our passionate embrace. "Don't worry, baby girl," he smirked, his smile wicked. "I'll show you how soft I can be."

In the light of restroom, his eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. His gaze never wavered as he hiked up my dress and tore away my underwear. I couldn't help but protest, a hiss escaping my lips as the delicate silk fabric shredded without resistance.

"That was my favorite pair."

Zion lowered his mouth to mine, his voice filled with arrogance. "Ask me if I care." Another forceful kiss silenced my retort, while his fingers found their way between my legs, discovering my already wet and aching core.

He was such a damn jerk but I kind of like him for that.

I could feel the fire in my veins, the conflicting desires warring within me. I wanted him, but I refused to make it easy for him. So, with a surge of determination, I pushed him away and delivered a sharp slap across his face. The sound of my palm meeting his skin reverberated through the small room, fueling the adrenaline coursing through my body.

His initial shock quickly transformed into anger, but that only fueled my arousal further. Fear and excitement mingled, intensifying the white-hot flame burning within me. As he forced me down to my knees, the white cold floor dug into my skin, adding an edge of discomfort that only heightened the sensation.

His belt and pants came undone, and his cock sprang out, thick and pulsing with need. My breaths came out in ragged gasps as I met his blazing eyes with defiance, refusing to comply with his command to open my mouth.

The tension in room escalated, the unspoken challenge hanging heavy in the air. His gaze burned hotter, and suddenly his hand closed around my throat, squeezing with a force that bordered on painful. Darkness encroached on the edges of my vision, and I couldn't bear it any longer. Gasping for air, I reluctantly opened my mouth, bracing myself for what was about to come.

Oh God.

His cock filled my mouth, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. I gagged, my throat struggling to accommodate his length as drool escaped from the corners of my mouth, trailing down my chin.

My silent protest was drowned out by the overwhelming intensity of the moment. Feebly pushing against his thighs, my muffled whine escaped as my own juices dripped down.

The unforgiving floor beneath me and the sharp pull on my hair by Zion's firm grip were both sources of discomfort. The feeling of having my throat fully occupied overwhelmed my senses. Diamond-like points formed on my nipples, and I fought the temptation to indulge in the pleasurable touch of my clit.

Surprisingly, I was on the brink of climax, and Zion hadn't even touched me yet. Zion yanked my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze through tear-filled eyes. In a calm tone, he declared, "I'm going to take fuck of that clever mouth of yours until the only sound you make is the one of you struggling with my cock." His thumb wiped away one of my tears.

A shiver ran down my spine as his softly lethal words contrasted with the gentle touch of his thumb. "If you ever think of insulting me again, remember this moment." Withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained in my mouth, he paused and then thrust down sharply. I gagged, tears streaming down faster, the fire in my belly burning hotter. "You, on your knees, taking every inch of my cock while I conquer your tight throat."

I whimpered, my nipples and core so sensitive that even a breath of air threatened to push me over the edge. In a muffled attempt to resist, I uttered, "Mphm yphf." Screw you.

Zion's grin sent shivers down my spine, intensifying the tiny pinpricks of fear that danced across my skin. His words, "This is going to be fun," echoed in the air, a chilling prelude to the storm that was about to unleash.

Without further warning, the ruthless force of his actions began, turning my body into a live wire of sensations. My attempts to draw in breaths between his merciless thrusts left me gasping, a struggle amplified by the relentless assault on my senses.

Amidst my helpless gurgles and his harsh groans, the obscene sounds of his passion filled the room. Each slap of his balls against mine was a brutal reminder of the promise he had made-a promise etched in hardness, brutality, and unyielding determination.

My attempts to squirm and alleviate the ache in my jaw proved futile; his size and intensity left no room for respite. Gradually, my throat yielded to the onslaught, allowing him to penetrate even deeper with each thrust.

Encouraging words spilled from Zion's lips, praising my endurance. Though my vision was clouded with tears, the growing buzz between my legs became too insistent to ignore. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, reaching down to touch myself.

However, Zion abruptly withdrew, lifting me effortlessly and bending me over, ignoring my feeble protests. His voice, rough with desire, accused me of enjoying the punishment too much.

Defiantly, I retorted, "It's not for you." But my breathless words crumbled into a yelp as his palm landed on my ass, a sharp sting resonating through the room.

"That was for the fragile ego quip," he declared, each strike of his hand delivering a punishment for perceived wrongs. The final, hardest strike left my body jerking in response, a vivid testament to the madness that had consumed us both in that dark, passionate encounter.

A desperate whimper escaped my lips when Zion forcefully tilted my head back, his lips brushing my ear. "Why can't I get you out of my mind? What have you done to me?"

I couldn't find words amid the whirlwind of pain and pleasure consuming me. Flames seemed to lick at my skin, tears mixing with drool on the floor beneath me. Strangely, the exquisite torment left me yearning for more. Zion's growl reverberated down my spine, making my toes curl. "Hold onto the wall."

The faint sound of a foil wrapper being torn reached my ears. I barely wrapped my hands around the cool tile of the toilet seat before he entered me, each thrust sending waves of intensity through me.

I cried out, my mind solely focused on the rhythmic pounding and the friction of our bodies.

No Money.

No secrets.

No lies.

Only pure, undiluted ecstasy.

"Still want me?" Zion's fingers pressed into my throat, amplifying the pulse between my legs.

"Always," I gasped, torn between pushing him away and holding him close.

His smirk reflected in the mirror above the table, lust and anger glinting in his eyes. "Good."

My eyes closed from the overwhelming sensations but snapped open when Zion yanked my hair. "Open your eyes, baby girl." His grip tightened, arousal clouding my vision. The pressure felt frighteningly right, as if his fingers belonged around my throat. "See whose cock you're taking."

My skin flushed hotter as I met our reflections in the clean wall-glazed eyes, swollen lips, hands on the toilet seat, back arched. I appeared shamelessly wanton, as if I had been thoroughly ravished and still craved more.

The intensity of Zion's desire etched raw contours onto his face. His gaze seared into mine as he resumed his deliberate movements. Gradually, he eased himself into me, each inch a deliberate exploration until he was fully immersed. Leaning down, he playfully nibbled my earlobe. "Whose cock, baby girl?"

"Yours," I whispered, my voice a delicate surrender.

"That's right. Now, tell me..." He withdrew only to thrust back with a force that would have sent me sliding if his hand hadn't firmly gripped my throat. "Does this feel fragile to you?"

I could only manage a muffled response, lost in a cascade of moans as Zion intensified his relentless pace.

A lightning bolt of pleasure struck with the first orgasm, swiftly followed by a second, building and crashing over me in waves of mind-numbing bliss. When Zion finally concluded, my body was a quivering mess, sated beyond measure. I collapsed onto the toilet seat, and he tenderly caressed my throbbing skin, soothing the aftermath of his earlier ruthless actions.

"You look so beautiful like this," his gentle words contradicted the wild passion we'd just shared. His soft strokes comforted me until the burn subsided, and my breaths returned to normal.

Turning me around, he cleaned me up with a paper towel, pulling down my dress before seating me on the toilet seat. "Feel better?" he asked casually, as if he hadn't just left me breathless in a clandestine encounter.

"Uh-huh," I managed, still lost in the haze of pleasure. It dawned on me that Zion had orchestrated this distraction; a challenge I had willingly provoked him into. His amusement flickered in his mouth, yet desire lingered in his heavy-lidded eyes.

"Good. Now. Round two awaits, and it demands more space than our current quarters allow." Despite my hazy state, the promise of round two stirred something within me. The prospect of another encounter with Zion seemed irresistible, even if my mind struggled to catch up.