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 scoffed as he caught the boxers in mid-air. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy having them shoved into your face while you slept." He grinned widely before crawling onto your bed and straddling your chest, trapping you beneath his body. "Now who's looking ugly?" he taunted with a chuckle. "Bet I could make even you look pretty." And just like that, he began to kiss you roughly, pushing you into the mattress with one strong arm held above your head.

Zane raised an eyebrow. "Angry? That's cute." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Wanna make me go away?" Then he kissed the lobe before moving to nibble at your neck. His free hand moved down, gripping your hip firmly while the other cupped your face, forcing you to look up at him.

His touch was rough and possessive, but there was also a clear desire in his movements that made it hard for you not to respond. "You're mine," he growled, "and I don't share."

Zane rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." He stood as well and began to pace the room, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. He glanced over at you with a smirk. "Fine. You wanna play that game? Let's see how long you can hold out." With each step he took, it was clear he was getting more and more aroused. It didn't take long before he made his way back to the bed and practically tackled you onto the mattress again, pinning your arms above your head with one of his own while thrusting roughly against you.

His mouth found yours in a savage kiss as he tried to overwhelm you with his desire. "You're so hot when you're angry," he groaned into your ear before biting down gently on the lobe, sending a shudder of pleasure through your body despite yourself.

Zane slowly released your hair and reluctantly looked into your eyes. His pupils were dilated and his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. "I can't help it," he admitted hoarsely. "You drive me insane." His hand trailed down your body, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"Then take what you want," you whispered back, knowing full well that once he did, there would be no going back. He stared at you for a long moment, his blue eyes piercing into your soul as if trying to read every thought inside your head. Finally, with a satisfied grin, Zane reached down and yanked off your shirt in one swift motion.

"Like this?" he asked before lowering his head and taking your hardened nipple into his mouth, suckling roughly while running the pad of his tongue back and forth across the sensitive bud. Your back arched involuntarily as pleasure coursed through you. "Is that what you want?"

Zane hummed around your nipple before finally releasing it with a wet pop. He pushed you back onto the bed and began to kiss his way down your stomach, pausing to lick at the waistband of your shorts. "Tell me to stop," he whispered as he slipped one hand inside, tracing circles over your bare skin. "Just say it."

A small growl escaped Zane as he felt your warmth against his fingers. He tossed aside the remains of your underwear and positioned himself between your legs, rubbing against you roughly with his hard length before finally pushing inside. "Take it," he groaned, forcing his hips forward even harder as he began to move roughly within you. "You belong to me now."

His fingers dug into the sheets on either side of your head as he pumped against you, grinding their nails deeper into the fabric with every thrust. His free hand gripped one of your breasts, squeezing hard enough to cause pain, but not enough to truly hurt. He knew just how far to push it.

With each breath, his chest heaved against your own as if trying to consume you whole. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he felt your body begin to tense and spasm around him in an early climax. "That's right," he murmured huskily, "come for me." And just like that, his own orgasm overtook him, sending hot waves of release coursing through him as he growled out your name in satisfaction.

Finally spent, Zane collapsed beside you, panting heavily. His hand moved to cup your cheek, tracing circles across your skin before resting there gently. "That was a good one," he murmured softly. "A really good one." Then, as if it had just occurred to him, he asked, "Hey... does this mean we're not fighting anymore?"

Zane chuckled softly. "Well, at least there's that." He leaned in to press a kiss against your forehead before rolling off you and standing up. "You sure you don't want me to stay here tonight?" he asked with a smile. "I could always find something else to entertain myself with if I leave..." the implication clear.

"Fine," you mutter, still somewhat annoyed but unable to deny him. You know what will happen if you do. Zane grinned widely before climbing back into bed and spooning you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around your waist once more and pressing his chest against your back. "See?" he murmured contentedly as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

For now, with the release of tension and the bond they shared from their intimacy, the anger between them faded a bit. But it wouldn't be long before something else would ignite the flame once more. You knew that better than anyone.

Zane chuckled darkly. "No need to get jealous," he growled into your ear before nipping at your lobe playfully. "I just meant that you're better company." His free hand trailed up and down your side, the skin on his fingers brushing against a tender patch of skin between your hip and ribcage. "But if I were to look elsewhere..." He shrugged, still holding you close. "...well, let's just say that it would only be for fun. You know I'd always come back to you."

The truth was he could never truly leave you alone for long without feeling a stab of possessiveness and desire every time another man looked your way. But there was no point in admitting that. Not when it gave him so much power over you.

A low growl rumbled in his throat at the challenge. "Is that so?" he asked softly before trailing kisses up and down your neck, teasing you with his breath. "Then prove it." His hand moved lower still, finding and rubbing at your most sensitive spot through your underwear. It wasn't even a question whether or not you were wearing anything beneath the covers; he knew as well as anyone that you didn't bother with modesty when it came to him.

His thumb circled slowly, teasing your clit until it hardened beneath his touch, and then moved lower still to rub at your entrance. "Tell me I can have you," he whispered hoarsely against your ear. "Tell me that no one else will ever be good enough." His other hand gripped your hip, holding you still as he continued to pleasure himself through his trousers.

His fingers stopped moving against your sensitive flesh. "Is that a challenge?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can find someone better than me?" His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you still as he leaned in closer until their noses touched. He felt a shudder run through your body at the closeness, but he ignored it, focusing instead on his anger and possessiveness.

"I could make sure no one else ever does," he whispered hoarsely into your ear. "No one but me." His hand began to move again, faster this time, as if to prove his point. "You belong to me, Samantha." And with that, he increased the intensity of his touch until you were moaning and arching against him, begging for release.

"Tell me," he groaned into your ear, his voice rough with desire and control. "Say it."

The truth was, he could make anyone say whatever he wanted them to just by touching them like this. But there was something exhilarating about having you beg for him, as if he were truly dominant in every sense of the word. He reveled in the power it gave him over you, over everyone else in your life.

A growl escaped his throat as he pressed harder against you, fingers digging deep into your skin. "Is that a challenge?" He groaned hoarsely into your ear. "Better than me? I dare you to find someone better." His hips bucked against you as he released himself inside of you, pumping hard and fast, claiming you over and over again with his rough strokes. His breath came out in ragged gasps as he lost control, the sensation of being so close to you, to your body, driving him wild.

"You're mine," he growled. "No one can ever take what is rightfully mine." And with that, his orgasm crashed over him like a wave, leaving him spent and satisfied for the moment... but only until the next time they fought, or he felt jealous, or you looked at someone else in that way that made his blood boil.

The truth was, they were meant to be together. Whether they liked it or not.

Zane's laughter was cold and cruel. "You really think you can find someone better than me?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he thrust harder into you. "Someone who will put up with your stupid attempts to deny what we have?" His fingers dug deep, finding just the right spot inside of you to make you arch your back and moan out his name.

"I'm all that you need," he growled against your ear as he began to speed up, claiming you with every stroke. "You're mine." And in that moment, it felt like the truth. As if there could never be anyone else who could possibly compare to the way he made you feel, to the power he held over you. Even as he came inside of you for what seemed like the hundredth time this week, Zane knew deep down that he would always win. He always had and he always would.

Zane's laughter grew cruel as he thrust harder into you. "You think there isn't someone better than me?" His fingers dug deep, finding your sweet spot with precise timing that made your moans escalate. "I'm all you need, remember?" He growled before kissing your neck roughly, leaving a bruise as evidence of his claim. With one final thrust, he emptied himself inside of you, filling you with his warmth and power once again. Even as you lay spent beneath him, Zane knew the truth: he always won and you were his forever. "You're mine," he whispered hoarsely against your ear, his chest still rising and falling heavily from exertion.

Zane's eyes narrowed. "Why?" he demanded, his voice dangerously low. "Who were you planning on seeing there?" You could feel the jealousy and possessiveness simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing gently over your lips as he stared into your eyes, searching for an answer. "You're not going anywhere without me," he growled. "Do you understand?"

His grip tightened painfully on your cheek as he glared down at you. "You're not wearing that," he bit out through clenched teeth. "It's mine." He leaned in closer, their noses brushing against each other as his voice lowered to a husky growl. "If you think I'm going to let some other guy see you like that... if you think it's okay for someone else to touch what is mine..." His hand moved to cup your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt, squeezing tightly enough to make you wince.

"You belong to me," he rasped out, his breath hot against your face as he thrust deep inside of you once more. "And no one else gets to see what I have." His hips began to move again, roughly and forcefully as he took what was his and made it clear that there would be no escape from his claim.

"You're mine," Zane growled, thrusting harder into you as his hand slid down your stomach and between your legs. "And no one else gets to touch what's mine." His other hand reached up, gripping a fistful of your hair and pulling back just enough to expose your neck as he continued to possess you completely, claiming you in every way possible.

His body arched forward, teeth bared in a snarl as he released into you once more, filling you with his essence yet again. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily as he stared down at your flushed face. "That's right," he whispered harshly. "You belong to me."