Wicked

Zion's Pov.

I was furious at her. How dare that woman leave me? How dares she questions me? Threat me with her brother? She was clueless. In fact, I expected more from her, but she wasn't as brilliant as I thought at first. And now I got her, and I knew her brother would come when he realized they never took that plane. It was perfect. And I could play whatever I wanted with Sheila till he came along.

I saw that the clock was almost nine in the evening, and I decided to order some food and then go check that she had put the lingerie on. Because I wanted to play with her afterward. I always liked screwing her, she was amazing. And I loved thrusting my cock deep inside her tight vagina and feel her nails piercing through my skin, tearing the flesh when I hit deep into it as its walls were clamped around my cock.

Shit, I was so turned at the thought of her. But it wasn't just the fuck I enjoyed. Her smile and that look she gave me when we shared a joint had been captured in my mind, playing tricks on me, making me second guess everything. I shook my head and changed clothes, and put on a pair of shorts before I ordered the food and had a cigarette on my balcony while calling Joe to update him on the latest.

"So let me get this straight; You just shot the right hand to Vladi, kidnapped his sister, and now waiting for Vladi to realize that you have her?" Joe asks, a little confused.

"That was the plan, but I will send him a picture of his charming sister instead," I replied with a smile. "Are you sure that this is a good plan, Zion? You're dealing with a fucking cartel." I milled, "I know, Joe, and I'm about to finish this cartel." " I don't know. I don't like those Russians either, but I don't think that's a good plan. I have a bad feeling." Joe spoke nervously and I felt resentment towards him. "Get a fucking backbone, Joe." I hissed and hung up the call.

Sheila's Pov.

The door unlocked, and Zion stepped into the room wearing a pair of soft shorts, bare-chested. "You're really sexy in black. But take off that compress. I want to see my mark on you."

Ordered Zion, and gave me an intense look. "I cannot wear stay-ups then. The wound is not completely healed, so then they will get stuck in it if I wear them." I answered demonstratively, realizing how absurd this discussion was. This whole situation is beyond ridiculous.

Zion sighed and nodded in response before answering.

"Take them off then." I did as he said and roll them off, and carefully removed the compress. Zion stepped up to me and crouched down over me.

"Hmm, it is a little bigger and deeper than I remembered it. But it will look better when it's healed. Come on, let's eat together." Zion took my hand and pulled me out of the room. We entered a large room with black walls and the furniture that went in red tones and black painted trees. A large silver ceiling lamp hung in the middle of the room.

A large sofa group in red stood in an eagle around a huge TV, and at the other end stood a large dining table next to a bar. Several rugs of different furs from exotic animals were lying spread out on the floor. I could immediately see that it was once a living animal. He had probably killed them himself. I felt a cold rush wash over me from the thoughts. Zion pulled out the chair at the dinner table and gestured for me to sit down before he stepped around the table and sat across from it, and our feet touched each other lightly under the table as he sat down. I had a plate in front of me with takeaway food from the Chinese restaurant we had eaten from a few times, and a glass of red wine was poured as well.

"What does this mean, Zion?"

I looked at him questioningly across the table and placed my hands in my knee. He took a bite of the food and chewed for a while before answering. "What do you mean, honey?"

Zion uttered back, frowning at my question, and took a sip from his beer.

"Why do we have dinner and drink together as before? It feels strange."

I replied, shaking my head slowly. "Why would it be weird now, Sheila?" Zion put down the fork and looked at me with intense eyes, and I could see his muscles stiffen over his body.

"Because you fucking marked me and killed my friend, and on top of that, you kidnapped me, idiot." I insinuated defiantly and glared at him. I felt anger build up inside of me.

Shit, what the hell am I doing? I instantly regretted blaming him when I saw him clench his jaw, and then he twisted his neck and snapped it. He looked at me again with a dark shadow across his face.

"You know you just had to ask me to come to you from the airport, Zion. You didn't have to kill Ricky." I continued while glaring at him.

"There has been a lot of fucking nagging about Ricky lately. Did you fuck him, Sheila? Is that what this is about?"

He raised his voice and stood up with a bang from the chair overturned from his sudden and powerful movement.

"Of course, I wasn't. He was like a brother to me.

You know I only want you; why would I go after anyone else. " I answered with a calm voice. Before I had time to react, Zion had thrown a glass towards me, passing my head with a millimeter, and then was shattered against the wall behind me.

I knew I had to react fast, and I quickly walked around the table, placed myself in front of him, and caressed his arm while I put my other hand around his neck.

"I just want you, Zion. No other man can make me feel like you." I kissed his chest before continuing. "No other man can touch me like you do and make my body tremble by a single touch." I kissed his biceps and let my hand slide over his hard c*ck and then backed him against the armchair and pushed him down before I sat down crossed over him.

I kissed his neck and brushed my p*ssy on his c*ck. "No man can f*ck me as you can," I whispered with seduction into his ear and nibbled on it. He growled, and I felt how he ripped off my panties in a fast move and let his hardness into me harden. I moaned loudly from feeling his thick c*ck fill me up. He grabbed my a*s, and I started riding him with slow movements.

His grip harder on my as*, and he made me ride him faster. He growls and smacks my as* hard a few times before he stood up quickly. He threw me, so I got on my stomach on the couch behind us, and then he went behind me.

He pulled my a*s up and pushed his c*ck into me, and started f*cking me hard and fast. I felt him shove a finger up my a*s at the same time, and I made a great groan out of the feeling he gave me.

Then he stopped and pulled out, and I felt his tongue slide over my as*hole while he let one more finger slide inside. I moaned in agreement while he started to f*ck me with his fingers and licking me at the same time. His other hand rubbed my c*it hard and fast. I felt my orga*m was close, and I curved my back and it hit me in a wave.

Zion got up and thrust his c*ck inside of me once more and pounded me until he came inside of me with a huge load that was pulsating from his c*ck.

We both were shaking and out of breath. Zion kissed me on the back and pulled out, and I felt the sperm ooze with it.

He may be a crazy psychopath, but I can't help feeling this sick attraction and s*xual chemistry towards him. I loved how he f*cked me.

"Shit." Zion sighed and ran across the floor, and disappeared into the hallway. He returned after a second with a roll of paper in his hand and then began to wipe my p*ssy clean. Zion pulled me to my feet and kissed me over the mouth with soft lips. He smirked his crooked smile and then buried his face against my neck.

I felt my thigh throbbing in a dull ache, and then I felt the heat of blood flow down my leg.

"Zion, I'm bleeding." I whispered in his ear, and he jerked and looked down at my thigh.

"F*ck. Come here." He grabbed my arm and led me out into the hall and then into a large bathroom, all in black with gold details. "I can see you prefer black."

I mumbled, and he turned to face me. "I am a dark person." He replied. Yeah, no shit. He made me sit down at the counter and took a liquor bottle and a towel from the cupboard under the sink.

He opened the lid of the bottle and then poured it over the wound without warning. I held back a scream and gasped for air. "Oops! I hope it didn't hurt too much." He gave me a surprised look on his face and then soaked the towel in cold water and covered my thigh with it. I felt the cold from the towel relieve the pain a little. He reached me a robe and then put on one himself.

"Leave the towel over the wound for now while we eat our dinner." I nodded, and he proceeded to lift me up into his arms and then walked back out to the living room.