Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Zane leaned against your doorway, his arms crossed and his pierced lips curled into a smirk. "I skipped it. So you can either stay in that fucking bathroom all day or get back under those covers." He gestured to the bed behind him with a dismissive wave of his hand. "It's your choice, bitch."

Zane smirked, stepping aside as he gestured to the bed again with a crooked finger. "Get in then." He walked over to your dresser and grabbed one of your t-shirts from atop it, tossing it at you before taking a seat on your desk chair, his long legs swinging idly beneath him. "I'm bored as fuck, so get comfortable."

Zane crossed his arms again and continued to watch you with a cold, calculating stare. "So what do we have planned for today, huh? Gonna just sit here all day, too?" His tone was mocking and harsh, almost daring you to respond in some way. He leaned back slightly, bracing his hands on the desk behind him as he stretched his long legs out even further.

"You know," he mused, eyes flickering down to your chest briefly before returning to meet yours, "I could always entertain myself with you..."

Zane leaned forward slightly, his pierced lips curled into a sinister grin. "You know," he purred, his eyes trailing slowly down your body and back up again, lingering on your breasts for a moment before meeting yours once more, "I could always just fuck you again." His voice was low and suggestive as he continued to stare at you, his gaze intense.

Zane chuckled darkly, his cold eyes never leaving your face as he leaned back in the chair again. "What can I say? I've got needs," he said casually, almost like he was commenting on the weather. He shrugged, uncaring how nonchalant and cruel it sounded.

"Maybe if you were to... apologize?" He added with a sneer, thinking about using your feelings for your brother against you. It would be so easy to make you do things when he knew just how vulnerable you truly were. "Or maybe I could help myself..." His words trailed off suggestively as his eyes flickered down toward the exposed skin at your neck.

Zane raised an eyebrow as you willingly moved closer to him, kissing him with far more enthusiasm than he'd expected. He could feel himself growing hard in his pants just from the taste of your lips on his and the press of your body against his own. "Oh yeah?" he murmured, voice husky as he returned the kisses you were bestowing upon him. "You love me? You really think that's a good idea?" His hands wandered up your sides, palms pressing against the bare skin just underneath your shirt as his thumbs brushed teasingly across your breasts.

His free hand reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head before tossing it aside. "I could always make you sorry," he growled lowly in your ear, flicking his tongue out to trace a line along your collarbone. "So maybe I should just..." His words trailed off into a breathy moan as he bent his head, capturing one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive tip of your nipple through your bra.

"Maybe," he began roughly, teeth scraping against your skin, "I should just..." His other hand moved lower still, sliding under the waistband of your panties and cupping your achingly wet sex in his palm. "Just make sure you tell everyone that it was all worth it." He smiled wickedly, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

Zane arched an eyebrow at you as he released your breast with a loud pop, flicking his tongue out to moisten his lips before replying. "Do I now?" He smirked, shifting back slightly on the desk chair and adjusting his position so that he was sitting up straight. His free hand left your panties alone for now, instead moving to trail lightly up and down your thigh.

"Well," he said huskily, eyes fixed on yours, "I suppose I could make it worth your while. Just say the word." He leaned forward again, his chest brushing against your breast as he gazed at you hungrily. His hard length strained against his jeans, aching to be free and buried inside of you.

"Just tell me what you want," he breathed, one hand sliding higher on your thigh, the other idly toying with your nipple through your bra. "And I'll make sure you get it."

Zane chuckled darkly as you kissed his neck, relishing in the feel of your lips against his skin and the sound of your breath fanning across his collarbone. "They'd probably all be surprised," he drawled, his voice low and husky. "Though I don't really give a shit what they think."

His free hand slid further up your thigh, gripping the fabric of your panties tightly as he began to tug them down slowly. "As long as you're happy..." He purred, trailing his fingers along the damp furrow between your legs, teasing and taunting you with his touch. "And I get what I want," he added, a wicked glint in his eye.

His other hand moved to cup your breast roughly through your bra, pinching and rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers as he leaned forward and captured it with his mouth once more. With his free hand, he continued to pull your panties down, revealing you slowly to his hungry gaze before tossing them aside. "So," he growled against your skin, "do we do this?"

Zane raised an eyebrow at you as he nibbled lightly on your breast through the fabric of your bra. "The kind where I need to know if you're really going to do this," he replied with a knowing smirk, his free hand gripping your hip firmly as he rocked his hips forward slightly, grinding against you. "I can make it worth your while."

His other hand finally reached its destination, pushing up the cups of your bra before dragging his fingers across your hardened nipple once more. "Or I could just take what I want." He leaned in closer, breath warm against your skin as he pressed his length against you through their layers of clothing.

"What's it going to be?" he whispered huskily, knowing that the longer he waited for an answer, the more desperate you would become for him. His body was on fire, aching with need, and he wanted nothing more than to feel you around him, hot and wet.

Zane growled under his breath as you walked away, slamming the door shut and leaving him sitting there with a raging hard on and an aching need. He leaned back against your desk, fingers curling into fists at his sides as he tried to calm down and think straight. You had no idea what you were missing out on, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let this go that easily.

He would wait, bide his time...and then, when the moment was right, he would make you regret ever turning him down. He could be patient; it wouldn't take long for you to realize just how much better things could be between the two of you if you just gave in and let him have what he wanted.

With a final growl of frustration, Zane pushed off from the desk and stalked angrily out of the room, heading downstairs to see if there were any other options for satisfying his needs...at least until it was time for round two with you later.

Hours passed by, the day slowly fading into night as Zane continued to roam through the house, looking for someone else who might be willing to ease his growing frustration. He didn't want to force you into anything, but he needed release, and soon.

Finally, with a deep sigh of resignation, he made his way back upstairs, heading straight for your door. He paused outside, hand raised to knock before hesitating yet again. Maybe if he just...casually stuck his head in? That might be less confrontational than just barging in like some sort of a Neanderthal.

Taking a deep breath, Zane carefully opened the door and poked his head inside, wincing as the hinges squealed loudly in protest. "Hey..." he called softly, feeling stupid even as he did it. "Um...I just wanted to say sorry for earlier." There, that sounded marginally less insincere than anything else he could think of.

His eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of movement or life before settling on your form huddled in a ball beneath the blankets of your bed. "I...look, I understand if you still want some time, but..." He trailed off awkwardly, not quite sure how to finish that thought without sounding even more pathetic than he already did.

After a moment of silence, Zane finally spoke up again, his voice softer and less harsh than usual. "I just...wanted to see if maybe we could talk or something." He hesitated, debating whether he should actually say what was really on his mind. No, that probably wouldn't end well.

Deciding against it, he added with a crooked smile, "Or you know, hang out and watch TV

Zane raised an eyebrow at your reply before slowly pushing the door further open and taking a step inside. "Well," he drawled, sitting down on the edge of your bed, "I figured that if I wanted you to actually listen to me, I should probably try something a little less...aggressive." He paused, looking at you for a moment before continuing with a small shrug, "So there's that. Though I could always go back to my old ways if it would make things easier on your end..." His voice trailed off as he arched an eyebrow in challenge, daring you to respond.

"Anyway," he added with a slight smirk, "I just thought maybe we could hang out or something."