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 rolled his eyes and leaned in closer to you, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he replied. "I'm just here for you, babe." His voice dropped lower as he added, "You know I can't resist your pathetic little figure..." He then grabbed ahold of your shirt and roughly yanked it upwards, exposing your stomach. "Now show me some love back."

His pierced lips curled into a smirk as he waited for you to comply.

Zane growled in anger and frustration as you knocked his hand away. "You think you can just dictate to me like that, bitch?" His grip tightened on your shirt, roughly pulling it back down to reveal your stomach again. "Let's see how obedient you really are..."

The anger in his eyes mixed with a darker lust as he leaned closer to you once more. "You've made me angry now..." He trailed off, his voice growing dangerously soft before adding threateningly, "I expect you to make it up to me... tonight."

You little bitch! You think I care about you and your feelings? Zane sneered at you before roughly shoving you down onto the bed. With one swift movement, he yanked off his shirt to reveal his hard, muscled body. "Now show me some respect or else." His voice was cold and cruel as he leaned over you, trapping you beneath his weight. "You're mine to play with tonight..." He growled dangerously before reaching down to roughly grab at your pants.

Zane moaned softly as your kisses and bites sent shivers down his spine. The knowledge that you belonged to him, body and soul, only seemed to fuel his desire further. "Good girl..." He whispered hoarsely, before reaching down between your legs to roughly finger you. "You're so wet for me... just as I knew you would be." His hips began to rock against yours, grinding their erections together as he took what he wanted without mercy.

His grip on your hair tightened as his pace increased, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You belong to me now..." He growled possessively into your ear, before finally releasing his seed deep inside you with a loud groan. It was only then that he realized the sounds of their passion had drowned out the noise from outside the room entirely. The heat in your body still radiated off of him as he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily into your neck. "Now we're even..." He whispered darkly.

Zane growled at your words, his grip tightening on you in annoyance and arousal mixed. "Fuck you...," he muttered into your skin before roughly rolling off of you onto the bed beside you, his breath coming out ragged as his muscles twitched from exertion. His eyes darkened with desire even more as he glanced over at you. "You really have no idea how much I want to fuck you senseless every time I see you...," he murmured huskily, reaching up to run his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair in frustration.

His gaze drifted back down toward your body, admiring once again the curves and contours it made against the bed sheets. His erection twitched in response, an aching need pulsing through him as he imagined what else he could do to you right now. "You should be grateful I didn't force myself on you earlier...," he purred venomously, leaning closer to you again despite himself.

But then his gaze flickered over toward the door, and his expression turned cold. He sat up sharply, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he wondered if anyone had heard any of the noise they'd just made. "Shut up," he muttered, pretending to ignore you completely as he reached for a pair of jeans on the floor and started pulling them on roughly. "Just stay there until I decide what to do with you."

Zane couldn't help but shiver slightly at your touch and the soft sound of your voice in his ear. His body relaxed fractionally, as if surrendering to the soothing caresses and the gentle kisses on his neck. "Fine," he murmured finally, turning around to face you. "But don't think this means you can get away with everything just because you know how to please me." He glared at you warningly before lowering himself back down onto the bed beside you. His hand drifted casually toward your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple through the fabric of your shirt. "Now where were we?" he purred suggestively, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Zane arched a single eyebrow at your reaction and laughed, amused by your prudishness. "Fine," he said with a sigh, sitting up again and retrieving his shirt from the floor where it had been discarded earlier. "If you insist on ruining the mood..." He pulled the shirt over his head and grinned at you wickedly before standing up once more, adjusting himself in his pants. "I'll just find something else to occupy myself with until I decide what comes next for you." With that, he walked over to the door and opened it a crack before peeking out into the hallway. Satisfied that no one was in sight, he slipped out of your room and headed back downstairs to see if anyone had noticed his absence from whatever game they were currently playing on TV.

Zane raised an eyebrow as he saw you storm out of your room and towards the front door. "Oh, where do you think you're going?" He called after you with a smirk. "Don't forget... we aren't quite done yet." The threat hung in the air as he waited for your response.

Zane growled and crossed the room in several long strides, reaching you just as your hand was about to touch the doorknob. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pinning your arms to your sides. "Told you we weren't done," he whispered hotly into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

His hips pressed against yours as he ground his erection against your backside, reminding you of the power he held over you. His hands moved to your breasts, roughly cupping and squeezing them through your shirt before pulling the fabric up and over your head. "Now where were we?" He asked again, teeth bared in a predatory smile as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips.

Zane chuckled darkly at your words and released one of his hands to reach around you, gripping your ass firmly in his hand. "I could fuck you against the door," he growled, nibbling on your earlobe as his fingers teased the entrance to your body through your panties. "But that's not nearly as much fun..." His other hand continued to massage and squeeze your breast roughly as he spoke, digging his thumb into her nipple, hard.

He leaned back slightly, meeting your eyes in the mirror on the front door. The desire and lust burned bright in their depths, a promise of all the things he could do to you if you gave in. "No," he whispered huskily, shaking his head slowly. "I think I'd rather carry you to my bed...where we can properly explore all your little secrets." His free hand moved down between your legs again, parting your folds and finding the slick heat of your arousal.

"Wouldn't you like that?" he murmured, pressing his fingers against you harder, digging deep inside as he waited for your answer.

Zane groaned low in his throat, the husky sound reverberating through you as he wrapped both arms around your waist and lifted you up off the floor. "You're in so much trouble," he growled into your neck before lowering you down onto his bed with a satisfying thud. His hands moved immediately to tug at your clothes, tearing your shirt open and tossing it aside before undoing your pants and forcing them down your hips along with your panties.

His eyes never left yours as he stared down at you, his gaze hot and predatory. He leaned in closer, running his tongue seductively along the lower edge of one pierced lip before claiming it with his teeth, sucking gently on your flesh while his other hand found its way between your legs again, sliding two fingers deep inside you as he sought to please himself as well. "Just imagine what else I can do," he panted hoarsely, gaze trailing down to the hard peak of one breast that his free hand was currently tweaking roughly through the thin fabric of his shirt. "I could fuck you all night long if I wanted."

The bed creaked beneath them as he shifted closer still, his erection straining against his boxers, aching for release and wanting nothing more than to be buried deep inside your hot, wet core. He knew he had you right where he wanted you: at his mercy and under his control. "And what do you think will happen when I'm done?" he whispered darkly into your ear before giving it a nibble.

His hips rocked forward slightly, grinding the length of his hard cock against your stomach in warning as he waited for your answer.

"Shh..." Zane breathed against your skin as he reached between the two of you and tugged down his boxers and briefs, freeing his aching length from confinement. "He's out with his friends tonight." His hips rocked forward again, this time grinding even harder against your stomach as he positioned himself at your entrance. "I want to hear you moan for me," he growled, lowering his body further so that their breath mingled and their lips brushed together before sliding his cock slowly but surely inside of you.

He took a moment to adjust his angle, pressing deeper until they were joined fully, his hands braced on the mattress on either side of your head as he gazed down at you, watching for any sign that the size of him was too much. But you looked back up at him with a mixture of lust and desire that made it clear to him that there was no such thing as 'too big' when it came to him. He took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled roughly before leaning forward, bracing one hand on the bed above your head and using the other to grip your thigh, beginning a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts that soon had both of you moaning together.

His pace increased with each passing moment, his body tense as he neared his release. "That's it," he panted hoarsely, his eyes burning with desire as they locked onto yours. "You feel so good..." Another thrust and he growled low in his throat. "So fucking perfect..." Another thrust and another moan escapes his lips as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

His free hand reached up, cupping your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your bra before t

His eyes nearly roll back into his head as your words send a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Zane thrusts harder, deeper now, lost in the feel of you beneath him and the knowledge that he's driving you wild with need. His hand grips tighter on your breast, squeezing roughly as he moans out your name.

He can feel the orgasm building inside him, tightening his muscles, making it nearly impossible to move without groaning. With one final thrust, he lets go, eyes clenched shut as he releases himself deep within you, his body tensing with the force of his climax. His hips jerk roughly several more times before finally steadying once more, leaving him panting and spent on top of you.

It's only then that he notices the telltale signs that you too have found release; your inner walls clenching tightly around his cock as waves of pleasure wash over you. A slow smile curls up the corners of his lips as he leans down to kiss you gently, his tongue brushing against yours before trailing down to suckle on your bottom lip. "That," he whispers huskily after pulling back, "was just a taste of what's in store for you."

Zane smirked against your lips as you whispered those words into his ear. He let out a small laugh before pulling back slightly to look at you, his gaze softening. "Do I believe that?" he asked teasingly, the slightest hint of uncertainty in his voice. But then he leaned forward again and kissed you gently on your forehead, his tone firm once more as he said, "Don't ever say that unless you mean it." Before you could respond, he rolled off of you and reached for a pillow to put behind his head, propping himself up on one elbow. "Now get some rest," he ordered, smirking down at you. "We have another day ahead of us tomorrow."

His voice held an underlying note of amusement as he added, "And I'm not done with you yet, princess."

Zane glanced down at you as you snuggled closer, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Alright," he murmured, slipping an arm around your waist and drawing you against his side. He nuzzled his cheek against your hair, enjoying the feel of your warm skin pressed against his. "But remember," he added with a playful growl, "you're still mine tonight." His fingers idly traced circles on your stomach as they both lay there together in silence for a while, content for now to just enjoy each other's company.

The tension between them eased slightly, giving way to a comfortable closeness that had been missing from their relationship up until now. And as the night wore on, and exhaustion began to take its toll, they both drifted off into a fitful sleep, their bodies entwined in an unspoken understanding of the complex dynamic that existed between them.

But Zane knew better than anyone that tomorrow would bring new challenges, new games...and another chance for him to solidify his claim on her once and for all.

Zane stirred in his sleep at the feel of your soft body moving away from his side, mumbling something unintelligible as he tightened his grip on you. His eyes fluttered open for a brief moment before closing again, and he let out a contented sigh. You're staying with me tonight, princess... even if that means sharing my bed, he thought drowsily. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of possessiveness course through him at the idea of having you all to himself for one more night.

The steady rhythm of your breathing lulled him back into slumber, and he slipped further into dreams where the lines between reality and fantasy blurred, leaving room for endless scenarios where they were together...and only together. The darkness of the room was replaced by a warm glow that seemed to come from the two of them, as if their connection was its own source of light.

Until morning came, and with it, the harsh reminder that tomorrow would bring another round in their twisted game of desire and dominance...and Zane knew he couldn't wait.

His fingers tightened on your shoulder in his sleep as he growled something unintelligible. You're mine tonight...we already had our little talk. Now stay where you are, he thought drowsily, still not quite fully awake. But despite his words, a sense of possessiveness and territoriality welled up inside him at the idea of someone else touching you, even if it was just your brother.

The warmth of your body against his and the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingertips were addictive, drawing him deeper into sleep as he dreamed of more ways to claim you completely, to make sure no one else ever had a chance with you again. And as the dreamscape spun around them, it became increasingly difficult for Zane to distinguish between fantasy and reality, making him all the more determined not to let you go once this night was over...no matter the consequences.

His grip on your shoulder tightens almost painfully as he mumbles a quiet, "No." His free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back so that you're forced to look at him. Even in the dim light of his room, his eyes burn with desire and possessiveness. "You don't get to leave," he whispers hoarsely. "Not until I say so." His thumb traces slowly over your lips before dipping down to brush against your breasts through the thin material of your shirt. "Stay with me, princess."

Zane's eyes narrow as you speak, his expression hardening into something cold and unforgiving. "I'm not scared," he growls, sitting up straighter and loosening his grip on your shoulder before wrapping an arm around you instead. "It's not about that." He leans in closer, so that their noses almost touch as he says with menacing calm, "It's about who you belong to." His free hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck, a possessive hold that leaves no room for argument or retreat.

For several heart-stopping moments, your breath hitches and it seems like Zane might have pushed you too far. But then you visibly steel yourself against whatever fears are coursing through you, meeting his gaze with a fierceness that belies the vulnerability of your position beneath him. And in that moment, something shifts between them; the air grows charged and tense as Zane feels himself growing hard again at the thought of all the things he could do to you right now...if only you'd let him.

His free hand moves up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your bra, his thumb flicking roughly over your nipple as he asks in a voice barely above a whisper, "Well...who does that belong to?"

Zane's eyebrows shoot up as you move his hand away from your breast, surprise and possibly anger flashing briefly across his face before disappearing behind a mask of calm indifference. "Fine," he says quietly, leaning back against the headboard with a sigh that carries more weariness than surrender. His hand falls limply to the bed between you as he looks at you for several long moments. "You're really going to make me force your hand on this?" There's a hint of genuine regret in his voice, but it's quickly masked by another wave of possessiveness and dominance.

He reaches up with his free hand and cups your cheek again, thumb stroking over your lips as he asks quietly, "Or do you want to choose?"

Zane's expression softens at the sound of sadness in your voice as he listens to you ask him to stop hiding his emotions. He drops his hand from your cheek and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking. "I don't mean to hide them," he says quietly. "It's just...hard sometimes." His gaze falls away from yours as he struggles to find the right words. "With you...and your brother...it feels like there's always someone watching, waiting for me to slip up." He pauses, taking another breath before meeting your eyes again. "I don't want you to think I'm not being genuine when I say that I care about you...that I want the best for you."

His fingers twitch where they lie idly on the bed, itching to touch you again but held back by the invisible barrier between them. "I just don't know how to make sure you understand that," he confesses softly, pain etched into his features as he forces himself to remain still and silent even as every fiber of his being yearns for contact with you.

Zane's lips twitch into a small smile at your endearment, but his eyes remain serious as he holds your gaze. "I know," he whispers hoarsely. "And I appreciate that you are...but it's still hard for me." He hesitates before reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and tender despite the iron control he maintains over himself. "I want us to be able to be honest with each other...to trust each other," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he admits this aloud for the first time.

His thumb finds your cheek again, tracing soothing circles there as if to comfort you. "I know I haven't always made it easy for us to do that...but I want to try." He pauses, searching for the right words. "Can we...can we start over?" he asks finally, his voice cracking slightly on the last word. "As friends? Just friends who are honest with each other?"

"I know it's hard," Zane says gently, his fingers still moving across your skin in soothing circles. "And I don't blame you for feeling hurt...or confused." He pauses, searching for the right thing to say before finally admitting, "I am too." His thumb brushes over the corners of your lips, catching a tear that spills onto your cheek. "But I want us to find our way back to each other somehow," he whispers hoarsely. "As friends...as whatever this is between us."

His free hand reaches up, cupping your face as he gazes down at you with a mixture of tenderness and longing. "Can we try that?" he asks softly, his voice full of hope and need. "Just for now...until things sort themselves out?"

Zane leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he says gently, "I know it won't be easy...but I promise I'll make it worth it." His hands slide down your shoulders, coming to rest on the back of your neck. "Just give me a chance," he whispers before pressing his mouth fully against yours, kissing you with all the tenderness and longing that he's been holding back for far too long.

The words sting as they pierce the tender air between them. Zane's eyes narrow, his expression turning to stone once more as he pulls away from you completely. "Fine," he says through clenched teeth, the word sounding harsher than he intends it to. He leans back against the headboard again and crosses his arms over his chest. "Have it your way."

For several long moments, silence hangs heavy in the air as you both struggle with the emotions that have been unleashed by this conversation. Finally, he breaks the quiet when he speaks up in a voice cold once more. "Well then," he says, glancing away from you, "I guess I'll go get some sleep." With those words, Zane rolls off of the bed and begins to gather his clothes from where they've been strewn across the floor, not even bothering to look back at you as he dresses.

The tension between you is so thick now that it feels like it could cut through steel. It seems impossible for either of you to find your way back to the closeness and trust you once shared...and yet neither one of you is willing to let go entirely just yet.

His hand freezes mid-motion as he's about to toss a T-shirt onto his growing pile of clothes, the anger and hurt in your words hitting him like a physical blow. He turns to glare at you, trying to mask the pain he feels beneath the surface with indignation. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he bites out through clenched teeth before spinning back around, finishing dressing in silence.

The air feels almost physically thick between them as they both retreat into their own heads, avoiding each other's gaze like the plague. It's clear that whatever tenuous connection they still have left is hanging by a thread, and with every passing moment, it grows more fragile, more likely to snap completely apart and leave them stranded on opposite sides of an uncrossable chasm.

Zane finally turns back toward you, shoulders squared as if bracing for whatever retort or accusation he's certain you're about to launch at him. Instead, however, your face is turned away from him, your expression hidden by the fall of your hair. He swallows thickly before opening his mouth, only to close it again, unable to find the right words in this moment.

Zane's jaw tightens at your words, anger and frustration flaring up within him like a wildfire. "And what would you know about that?" he snaps, taking a step closer to the bed. "You think I lie awake at night, plotting my next conquest? Is that it?" His voice grows louder with each word, the hurt and betrayal beneath his anger becoming more apparent. "Well let me tell you something, princess," he growls, pacing now as adrenaline courses through him, making his heart race faster. "You have no idea what goes on in my head or my life outside of this room. So maybe you should keep your assumptions to yourself." His hands clench into fists at his sides as he takes another step closer, invading your personal space in a way that's both intimidating and arousing. "And as for who I am or what I do...well," he says with a sneer, "it doesn't change the fact that you're still my girlfriend. So maybe instead of making accusations about me and speculating on what goes on in my head, you should focus on us." His eyes narrow as he leans closer still, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Because whether we like it or not, we are stuck with each other now...and I'm tired of fighting."

His jaw tenses as he listens to your words, and a flash of hurt crosses his features before it's quickly masked by annoyance. "Fine," he says curtly, resuming the pace of his pacing around the room. "Then there is no us." His voice sounds bitter, even to his own ears. He takes another deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he continues, "And we might as well just go back to being enemies...because that's what this feels like right now."

His hands ball into fists at his sides, and for a moment he thinks about lashing out, hitting you where it hurts the most. But even as the urge builds inside him, he knows he can't do it. Not if there's any chance left for them...no matter how small that chance might be. "So what do you want to do?" he asks finally, voice tight with unspent anger and frustration. "Because as long as we keep going like this, neither of us is going to get what we really want."

His eyes narrow at your words, the tone mocking and accusatory. "I'm not afraid of you," he snaps. "And if I ever was...well, that was before." He crosses his arms over his chest, suddenly feeling smaller and more vulnerable than he has in years. "But I am tired," he admits with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Tired of fighting with you...of trying to figure out where things went wrong between us. And most of all," he says quietly, "I'm tired of losing." There's an unfamiliar note in his voice now, something like resignation or defeat that hadn't been there before.

He glances back at you from the corner of his eye, wondering what you make of this new side of him. But your expression gives nothing away, leaving him feeling more confused and uncertain than ever. With a huff of irritation, he turns away from you, walking over to grab his jacket off the chair by the door. "Fine," he mutters under his breath as he slips it on, "You want me to be who I was before? To be the guy you thought you knew?" He pauses for a moment, searching your face for some sign that this is what you truly want.

But when he sees nothing but resolve and determination in your eyes, something inside him finally snaps. "Forget it," he growls, shaking his head as he turns away from you once more. "I'm done playing games." With that, he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him with enough force to make the pictures on your wall rattle in their frames.

Zane stands in the doorway to his room, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you through narrowed eyes. His expression is unreadable, a mixture of anger and hurt etched deeply into every line of his face. For several long moments, neither of you says anything, caught in this stalemate where words seem to fail them both. It's clear that whatever trust or understanding they once shared has been shattered beyond repair, leaving them both feeling raw and vulnerable.

Finally, Zane exhales heavily through his nose and walks back over to the bed, sitting down heavily on its edge with a sigh. "I don't know what I expected," he mutters under his breath, avoiding your gaze as he rubs his eyes wearily. "Maybe things would just go back to how they were before..." He trails off, unsure of how to finish that thought without causing more pain.

His posture slumps slightly, and for the first time since you've known him, Zane looks small and vulnerable in a way that makes your heart ache with sympathy...and something else that might be pity or regret. Despite yourself, you find yourself wanting to reach out to him, to try and mend whatever is broken between them. But for now, the words remain unspoken, hanging heavy in the air like a thick blanket of suffocating sadness.

Zane's eyes widen with hurt as he sees you glance over in the direction of another girl at the party, and it takes all of his self-control not to lash out. But he forces himself to remain calm, taking slow deep breaths as he reminds himself that she's not worth it. His gaze finds yours again, pleading silently for understanding or forgiveness. After a moment, he speaks softly, his voice hoarse with emotion, "Please don't do this."

His fingers tremble slightly as they reach out to brush a stray hair behind your ear, the touch gentle and tentative despite the rage still simmering beneath the surface. "I know I haven't been perfect," he says, meeting your eyes steadily now, "but I want to try. To make things better between us."

There is an almost desperate hope in his voice, a plea for you not to abandon him as well. For just a moment, it feels like the weight of the world presses down on Zane's shoulders, and he wonders if it's too much to bear. But then he remembers your words from earlier, and with them comes a spark of determination that refuses to be extinguished. With all of his might, he holds onto the slim thread of hope that connects them, praying that you won't let go as well.