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Sheilas Pov.

I took my torn and muddy clothes off and sat down in the hot tub with a glass of wine in my hand. S*it, what a crazy night. Who the f*ck was that man who attacked me during my jog? I replayed the happenings over and over again in my head, trying to see if I could have prevented it somehow. Something about his presence felt familiar, but I could not place it. I took a big sip from my wine and closed my eyes. I guess random assaults do happen, and tonight I was the one in the wrong place, wrong time. Of course, I can't be sure to rule out the possibility of that man being connected to my brother somehow.

I have been cautious with my identity, and I haven't had any issues during my seven years in the US. But I did reveal my identity to Zion, and maybe someone overheard when I did because I don't think Zion would tell anyone; he doesn't seem like that type. I sighed and took another big sip when I thought of Zion. He had been driving me crazy with his absence, but I will not be the one to make a move; I never do because I never had to. I know I sound cocky, but I can make a move on a man out on a club or any other public place, but they are the ones to come back running and keep the contact with me; I don't have to.

I finished my wine and washed myself up before heading out to the kitchen for a refill. When I was about to go out for a smoke, my phone signal went of, and an unknown number appeared on the screen. "Hello?" I hold my breath waiting for an answer, and heard a familiar voice, an unforgettable voice. "Hello, Sheila. I got your number from Karl; how are you?" I released my breath, excited to hear his voice, but I was still mad for being kept on my toes for two weeks.

"Oh, hello, Nico. Nice to hear from you; how are you doing?" I had to bite my tung to not laugh when the other end turned quiet. "Ehm, it's Zion West."

Zion's voice let a little annoyed, but I could tell there was some disappointment as well. I burst out in laughter. "I'm just messing with you. What's up?" I heard a sigh. "Oh, your funny, know, aren't you?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I have my moments. "I bet you do. I was calling to ask what you are up to? I'm out driving on your side of town and wondering if you up for a nightcap?" A smile appeared on my lips. Zion was just the distraction I needed from this eventful evening, "Sure, feel free to come on over. Call when your outside so I can open the gate for you." "Perfect, see you soon, Sheila." We hung up the call, and I realized I was still in my bathrobe. S*it.

I ran into my closet and got on a pair of grey leggings, and then I pulled on a white cropped sweatshirt. Maybe I was looking a little too casual, but I would not try to impress that smug ass. I heard Zion knock minutes later on the front door. I walked through the apartment at a slow pace, taking my time.

I smiled as the knocking got more intense, but I would not come running into his arms. And there he stood, more dangerous than ever in black jeans and grey hoodie with the Gucci logo on it, of course. He smirked like he usually did when our eyes met. I sighed and turned around, and walked away to the kitchen to pour up a glass of wine.

"You look beautiful. Did you just came out from the shower?" Zion looked at me with hungry eyes. "Something like that; you want a drink?" I asked and poured myself a glass of wine.

"Do you have a beer?" He replied and looked around the room.

"Yes, in the fridge by the bar." I nodded against the living room. I took a sip from the wine and then turned around to leave for the balcony.

"I'm going to my balcony to have a smoke!" I shouted and then jumped high when I realized he was standing next to me.

"I have excellent hearing, so no reason to shout."

He said and gave me a meaningful look and winked.

"Yeah, yeah." I just replied and grabbed my wine glass and my phone, and aimed for the balcony. We sat down on the sofa and placed our drinks on the black marble table. "You want to share a joint?"

He mumbles after we had sat in silence for a while. He started to roll one up. "Sure, why not," I answer and take a sip of my wine. . I grabbed a blanket and placed it across my legs.

"Are you cold?"

He asked while licking the paper to secure the joint. Then he tapped the joint a few times against the table before he lighted it up.

"I'm fine. I just needed the blanket." I stuttered and pulled the blanket closer against my body. He studied me before he suddenly snatched my waist with one hand and pulled me onto his lap. I felt the warmth from his legs against mine through the fabric of our clothes. And I instantly got goosebumps all over my body.

"Here." He gave me the joint, and I took a few puffs from it before giving it back to him. I rested my head against his hard chest and closed my eyes.

"Come closer." He said after a while and lifted my chin while he took a hit from the joint. I parted my lips and felt his nose touch my nose while he blows the smoke into my mouth and kiss my lips softly. I held it in for few seconds before I exhaled and sigh. I rested my head against his shoulder and then closed my eyes for a moment, feeling my mind being clouded by the smoke.

I was awakened up from my thoughts when I heard my phone vibrating from the table. I reached out to grab it, and then I slide on the answer button before I checked the number on the screen. - "Privet sestra. Chto ty zadumal?" -Hello sister. What are you up to? Vladi had a cheerful tone, very unusual for him. I shook my head and put my Russian mode on. "Privet! YA p'yu bokal vina, a ty?" - Hey! I am having a glass of wine, and you? I felt a little rusty speaking Russian, but I know Vladi appreciate it when I do.

"Eto milo. YA priyedu v N'yu-York v techeniye nedeli. Uvidimsya. Ne rasskazyvay nikomu o moyem plane poseshcheniya. Zvonyu dlya utochneniya detaley. Beregi sebya." [That's nice. I will come to New York within a few weeks. I will see you then. Don't tell anyone about my visit plans. I call you with more details. Take care.] He spoke fast, and something must have come up during the call. "Khorosho, pozabot'sya o sebe poka." [Okay, take care.]

I hung up the call and put my phone back on the table. I felt Zion's hands grabbing my legs, and then he spread them across his lap, making me face him. "You are really hot when you speak Russian." He said, and I felt his hard c*ck poking on my inner thigh. I smirked at him. "I can tell," I replied, and he smirked back at me and grabbed my ass with his hands. I could feel my body started to heat up under his touch, and my heart started to beat faster for each second.

The tension was starting to build up between us, and he leaned in and kissed my neck while I felt his hands caress my lower back. I needed him right there on the spot. I stood up fast and got out of my leggings and then pulled down his jeans and his boxers before I sat down on his lap again and wrapped the blanket around us so no one could see us. Then I grabbed his c*ck in my hand and slide it against my soaking wet p*ssy a few times before I thrust it inside my v*gina.

We both moaned over how good it felt, and then I started riding him slowly. For every thrust I made, I pushed down my v*gina onto his shaft, making him go deep up in me.

He tilted his head backward and groan in pleasure. I felt his hands grab my ass, and he started to move my body into a steady rhythm, making us perfect together. I could feel that I was slowly getting addicted to him, to this. Us. This was a dangerous way to feel.

He leaned in and kissed my neck and then tangled his hand into my hair, and he pulls my head backward. I loved how he made me feel so fucking sexy and wanted. He held me like that and began to thrust his c*ck into me hard before he grabbed my neck and pulled my head against his neck. He grabbed my ass again and starts to pound his c*ck into me with hard thrusts. He growls loud into my ear, stretching my ass cheeks apart, making us both c*m in a few minutes. We were panting for air, out of breaths, and our bodies bathed in sweat. The air oozes with sex around us.

He moved his hands and held one against my lower back and the other one around my neck. I rested my head against his shoulder. We stayed like that for a while and catches our breath again. I sat up and grabbed his jaw with both my hands on each side to get his eye contact for a few seconds. He met my eyes with desire in his eyes. He pulled me in and kissed me. Hard. Demanding. I felt his hands tangles into my hair on the back of my head, and then he started to kiss my neck before he pulls me close into his embrace and held me there for a while. I felt his hot breath caress my neck, and I was lost in the moment.

We took a shower together and then put on robes before we headed out to smoke one more joint.

"How did you end up here? In the US?" Zion asked as he studied my face with curiosity in his eyes.

"I met my deceased husband at a restaurant in Russia when I was twenty years old. I had become involved with a man who eventually became very disturbing. Rodney, my deceased husband, approached me after being in the lady's room and gave me an offer. Which I could not deny. Fortunately, the man I was involved in had a business trip that he needed to go on the following day. I ran away the next day and went to the United States. Rodney wanted to marry me, and in exchange for my hand in marriage, I would inherit everything from him when he passed away. He was a nice man, kind. I will always be grateful for what I have received. I was his best wife during the five years we spent together.

"I shrugged my shoulders and took a hit from the joint. "I know a lot of people saw me as a golddigger, I get that. But it was so much more than that," I took a puff from the joint, "What kind of man were you involved with before you met him?" Zion asked while he clenched his jaw. Was he jealous? "That does not matter; he is dead now. He got what he deserved." I replied ice-cold and gave him the joint. He raised his eyebrows and looked out over the park, I could tell that he wanted to know more, but I was not going to tell.

We stood leaning against the balcony railing in silence and watched out over the central park. "How did you become the feared king of the underground?" I asked while I raised an eyebrow and looked up at him with a smile on my lips.

I was curious to hear his story. Who was this man? I know you meet everyone for a reason, and I wonder why our paths crossed.

Zion gave me a wicked grin and then made me back until I felt my back pressed against the wall. He placed both his hands on each side of my head and leaned down towards me. His face was inches away from mine, and I could see a dark shadow forming in his ice-blue eyes. His grin disappeared, and he gave me a cold expression before clearing his throat and then broke the silence with his dark voice.

"You know that once you go into this lifestyle, you will never get out again. The only way you can go is in a casket. I am not a nice man, Sheila. I can't count how many lives I have ended. I have killed a man because I thought that the shirt he wore was ugly. I have shot a bullet into a man's foot because I thought his shoes were ugly. I have tortured people for days because I was bored. But do you want to know what the actual, sick part of this is? "He mumbled while he pressed his cheek against my face and then breathed heavily down my neck. I felt my heart pounding through my chest, and a cold shiver ran down my spine.

"I don't feel anything. I am blank; there are no human emotions left in my body."

He whispers in my ear. "I can't feel remorse any longer. I would burn holy water if someone poured it down over my body. I am egocentric, narcissistic, and a psychopath."

He grabbed my chin and made me meet his eyes.

My heart was beating so fast at this moment. I was terrified and intrigued at the same time. Hearing him say all of this made me want him even more. Which made me question myself. What was wrong with me? This man stood in front of me and confessed to kill and torture people. The man had just admitted that he was a psychopath. And I wondered what was wrong with me?

"But then I met you, and I was intrigued by your appearance. The way you met my gaze without breaking eye contact with a fierce attitude inside you. The sexual tension between us has indeed made an impact on me. I have never fucked a woman more than once until I met you. The chemistry is undeniable. You awaken something in me, but I don't know if I like that yet."

He leaned down and whisper in my ear again. "I am a very selfish man, and I can't share you with other men. I don't want to think about other men kissing your neck." He mumbled and then kissed my neck.

"Or kissing your collarbone." And then he kissed my collarbone.

"I don't want to think about how other men caress your breasts and can feel your soft skin under their hands."

He pulled off the strap to my bathrobe. He caresses my breast and then lets his fingers wander down my waistline and then made his way down to my V line.

I shivered under his touch, and I loved the feeling of his breath caressing my neck while he whispers in my ear.

"I don't want to think about other men touch your p*ssy or taste your sweetness."

He strokes my pussy gently with his fingers while he traces hard kisses down over my body. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and pushed my back against the wall. "

I don't want to think about how other men are pleasing you."

He opened my bathrobe, and I could feel his hard c*ck strokes against my soaked p*ssy before he pushed into my v*gina with a hard thrust.

"And I don't want other men to feel what I feel when I thrust my c*ck deep inside your tight v*gina." I moaned loudly and buried my nails into his back.

He grunts and starts to thrust his c*ck harder and harder and more violently inside me. He then grabs my ass cheeks and starts to bounce me on his c*ck. I moan so loud, and I know I am going to wake the whole building.

It's like he can read my thoughts. Seconds later, he moves us into the bedroom and then flips me around to the doggy position. He thrusts his c*ck inside me again and pounds my v*gina so hard that I think I spotted stars in my vision. I was blinded by white light when we both came yet again in an explosion together. It felt like I had peed myself of feeling the amount of juice that came out of me. I never had c*m so fast and hard with anyone else. Zion made me feel things I never felt before. He grabbed my body and then laid down on the bed while pulling me on top of him.

"So, you are either in on this, or you can walk out now."

You really do play dirty, Zion. I was still breathing heavily while I tried to get back control of my body that was still shaking heavenly from the orgasm. It was like he knew no man could make me feel the way he could. But I doubt that no woman can make him feel the way I did either. "So you want me, all to yourself?" I whispered and let my hand slide over his trimmed chest. "Yes," I smirked.

"I have a huge sex drive. I don't know if you are man enough to keep me satisfied twenty-four hours a day. " I replied and then regretted it at the same time when I felt him stiffen underneath me, and I saw him clench his jaw.

"But no man has ever made me feel the way you do either." I started to kiss his neck before I whisper in his ear. "But if I am exclusive and only for you, then I will not have any other woman f*ck you either. It goes both ways. I am a one-way train," I bite his ear lobe playfully and then rolled down beside him. "Okay, then it is settled. We are exclusive." He answered, just like that. "I guess we are," I replied.