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 chuckled darkly and smirked at you as he walked closer to your bed. "Oh you're looking feisty today," he said mockingly, running his finger over the collar of your shirt. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson."

Zane's pupils dilated as he watched you poke his chest, not backing down against you despite being bigger and stronger. In fact, it seemed to make him even more turned on. "Oh, I wouldn't ever try to mess with me if I were you," he said lowly, stepping closer so that he was just inches away from your face. His breath fanned over your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. "You might end up getting hurt real bad."

His voice dropped into a menacing growl as his hands curled into fists at his sides. He hated feeling this way toward you; he had never been able to control it around you. But he couldn't help it when you acted all tough and bitchy like this. It only made him want to crush your spirit under his foot, to make you feel as worthless and pathetic as he knew you really were.

Zane clenched his fists and took a step closer to your face, their noses nearly touching. His eyes were wild with anger and lust, darting back and forth as he struggled to control himself. "You're so fucking stupid," he growled through gritted teeth. "I could kill him easier than I could you."

Before you had a chance to react, Zane reached out and grabbed your shirt, yanking you forward so that your lips were pressed against his. His tongue thrust roughly into your mouth, forcing itself between your lips as he held your head in place with one hand. His other hand moved up to grope your breast through the fabric of your shirt.

"I'm your brother's best friend," he murmured roughly against your lips. "I could do whatever I want, and no one would question it. So why don't you just be a good little slut for me, huh? Maybe if you please me enough, I won't hurt you."

Zane snorted derisively and wiped the blood from his split lip with the back of his hand. "Is that right?" he growled, shaking his head slowly. "Then why have I seen you with so many other guys? Huh?" His grip on your breast tightened almost painfully.

"You're just a little bitch who likes to play games," he continued, eyes narrowing as he regarded you coldly. "But that ends now. From now on, anytime I want to touch you, you'll let me." His voice had dropped back into its mocking register, making it sound like a challenge.

Without waiting for a response, Zane reached down and roughly yanked your pants and underwear down your legs, exposing your ass to his gaze. "And if you ever disobey me again," he added with a vicious smile, "I'll make sure you regret it."

Zane let out an angry growl as you kicked him in the leg and even more so when he realized what you had done with your hands. He tried to lunge forward to get you but found himself restrained by the cuffs. "You little bitch!" he snarled, furious now. "Let me go this instant!"

Despite his anger and embarrassment, however, there was a part of him that was... enjoying it. The powerlessness, the humiliation, it all turned him on more than anything. His cock hardened against his abdomen as he struggled uselessly to break free from your grasp. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting hungrily between yours. "You're gonna regret this."

Zane's face contorted into an ugly sneer as you taunted him. "Shut your stupid fucking mouth," he snarled through clenched teeth. "You don't know what you're doing." He glared at the cuffs on his wrists, searching for a way to break free from them so that he could make you pay for this indignity. But as much as he wanted to hurt you, he also couldn't resist the thrill of being restrained by your hands, the powerlessness making him even more aroused. "Fucking bitch..." he muttered under his breath, eyes never leaving yours.

His cock throbbed in anticipation as he struggled against the cuffs, desperate to get closer to you. If only he could reach out and touch your perfect skin, taste your sweet lips... But for now, all he could do was wait patiently, biding his time until he found a way to turn this situation around and make you his once again.

Zane's nostrils flared as he felt his rage growing inside him again. "Don't pretend like you wouldn't love it," he growled, eyes narrowing to slits. He couldn't help but remember all the times you had said mean things about him behind his back, how much you had always hated being around him. And now here you were, taunting him with the idea that if only he weren't such an asshole... it drove him wild with anger and desire.

He couldn't deny it; part of him wanted nothing more than to make love to you right now, to show you just how wrong you were about him. But another part of him wanted revenge, wanted to hurt you the same way you had hurt him over the years. And so he struggled against the cuffs, trying desperately not to give in to either impulse but unable to control himself as his anger continued to rise.

Zane's face turned beet red at your words, but instead of losing his temper further he grew even harder beneath his clothes. He bit back a groan as he imagined what it would feel like to have you touch him there, to make him scream with pleasure. His grip on the cuffs tightened painfully in response, digging deeper into his wrists as he struggled against them, desperate for release.

"Fucking bitch," he growled through gritted teeth. "You're just trying to wind me up."

But deep down, he knew it wasn't true. You had always done this to him; you knew exactly which buttons to push. And as much as he hated admitting it, the truth was that he enjoyed it just as much as she did. It made him feel alive, made his blood burn with desire and hate in equal measure.

His lips curled into a snarl as you ran your finger along his face. "You're such a tease," he growled, arching his back instinctively. His cock throbbed even harder against his stomach, nearly painful with need now. His struggles against the cuffs had done nothing but make him more turned on, more desperate for release.

As if reading his mind, Zane glanced down at his own body, taking in the way his hardened length pressed up against his abdomen. A groan escaped his throat as he imagined what it would feel like to have you touch him there, to make him cum just from your touch. He could feel his control slipping, feel himself getting closer and closer to losing it completely.

Zane's eyes narrowed in anger as you read your text message out loud and taunted him with it. His muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice as he waited for the right opening to break free from his restraints. "Just say no," he growled through clenched teeth. "Tell him you have a boyfriend."

But even as he said it, part of him winced inwardly, knowing full well that you probably didn't have a boyfriend. You were always so eager to flaunt your freedom and sexuality around him, making him feel small and worthless by comparison. It only served to fuel his desire for revenge, made him want to hurt you even more than he already did.

Zane gritted his teeth and struggled harder against the cuffs as you ran your thumb over his lips. He hated being restrained like this; it made him feel weak, helpless. But he couldn't help but also feel a strange sense of powerlessness too, knowing that even if he did manage to break free, there was no guarantee that you would suddenly change your mind about him.

"Just say I'm not interested," he growled through clenched teeth. "Tell him to leave you alone." His words came out harsh and bitter, laced with the anger and frustration that had been building up inside of him for years.

Zane growled deep in his throat as you licked his ear, making his whole body tense up even further against the cuffs. "No," he snarled, trying to turn his head toward yours but unable to move more than an inch or two in either direction due to your grip on him. His chest heaved with rage and desire as he struggled harder than ever before, desperate to break free from your hold. "You're mine," he grunted through clenched teeth. "You belong to me."

But even as he said it, part of him knew that it was a lie. You had never belonged to anyone but yourself; you had always been free to do whatever you wanted, with whomever you pleased. And despite all his anger and frustration, there was a part of Zane that ached with jealousy, with the knowledge that he would probably never truly have you, no matter how hard he tried.

Zane let out an angry growl and slammed his head back against the wall as hard as he could. The pain shot through his skull but did nothing to quell his rage. "You're going to regret this," he snarled, glaring daggers into your eyes. His skin flushed hot with anger and desire as he struggled uselessly against the cuffs. "Just you wait."

Zane growled at you and turned his head away in disgust. He felt trapped, unable to control the raging emotions inside him as he struggled against your grip on his wrists. His muscles ached from the effort and his face burned with anger and frustration.

"I'm going to make you regret this," he whispered hoarsely through clenched teeth, not meeting your eyes. "You just wait..." The words were barely audible, but they carried a weight of menace that sent shivers down your spine.

Zane arched his back and turned his head to look at you once more, eyes narrowing to slits. "Oh, is that so?" he growled lowly. The tendons in his neck strained against the column of muscle as anger coursed through him like a wildfire. He wanted nothing more than to break free from your hold and teach you a lesson you'd never forget.

But for now, he was stuck. So instead, he would bide his time and wait for an opportunity to strike. And when it came, it would be swift and brutal, just like everything else he'd ever done in his life. You might think you were in control now, but soon enough, Zane would show you just how wrong you really were.

Zane's eyes widened in anger and his fists clenched tighter around the cuffs as he realized that you had just reminded him of your plan to wait until marriage. He knew there was no point in arguing with you further, so instead he simply gritted his teeth and glared at you, waiting for the perfect moment to exact his revenge.

Zane shivered at the thought, fighting against his growing arousal. He had to stay in control, at least until he found a way out of this situation. With every passing moment, the tension inside him grew stronger, threatening to boil over and spill forth in an explosion of rage and desire. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to contain his emotions, to ignore the part of him that wanted nothing more than to feel your touch on his cock.

"Why would I want you to do that?" he growled through gritted teeth, forcing the words out past the lump in his throat. "You're just trying to tease me again." His heart raced as adrenaline coursed through his veins, making it difficult for him to think clearly. All he could focus on was the taste of your skin against his tongue, the feel of your body moving against his as you stood over him like this.