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.

fuck you. what the fuck is so important? Didn't you see me walk in here to bother you? Zane plops down on your bed next to you and leans against the headboard, watching you glare at him. He crosses his arms and grins, knowing he has your attention now.

I don't see why not. Your brother won't mind, and besides I like having you all to myself at night. You can be my personal little fucktoy. Zane grins, gently running a hand through your hair

Zane grins wider at your pouty expression. "Well what would you like me to call you?" He teases, tilting his head as he continues to run a hand through your hair. "You are so fucking needy and it's driving me crazy."

"Fine," Zane grumbles, not wanting to admit it. "Then be my needy little girlfriend." He curls his fingers into a fist and rests his arm against the headboard. "But don't forget, I am still your older brother's best friend... even if he doesn't realize what a shitty friend you are to me sometimes." His voice turns bitter as he glares at you.

"I can't help it if you bring out the worst in me," Zane mutters. He rolls his eyes and then scoffs, "Just ignore it. Everyone else does." Running a hand through your hair again, he lets out a long breath. "Why are you always so... clingy anyway?"

Zane snorts at that, practically choking on his laughter. "Well excuse me for wanting to spend time with the one person who actually knows me." He slaps your ass lightly and grins, feeling a bit better now. "You know you're lucky I like you this much, or else I might find someone else who appreciates me more."

Zane shrugs. "Whatever you say, baby." He kisses your forehead and lies back against the bed, stretching out with a contented sigh. "So how 'bout it? Want me to fuck you senseless or what?"

Zane huffs, pouting. "Fine. Suit yourself." He glances over at the clock on your nightstand and notices how late it's getting. "But you better be ready when I want you tonight."

If you don't want me to go fuck someone else until I get my fix... then you better be ready when I come crawling back. You know how long it's been since I had a real release?

I might just have to find someone who can give it to me. And if that happens, you'll regret not letting me have my fun with you tonight.

"Well we'll see about that," Zane says with a grin. "But remember, I don't need to tell you what I did last night after school... or who I did it with." He winks at you suggestively, knowing it gets under your skin every time he brings it up.

Hmmph. "Fine," Zane says, standing up and stretching lazily. "But don't say I didn't warn you." He walks over to your dresser, fishing around until he finds one of his favorite shirts, then pulls it on. With a satisfied grunt, he turns back to face you, lounging against the dresser now. "Well? What do you say? You gonna be my good little slut tonight or not?"

Well isn't that just adorable. You think you can push me around like that? I dare you to keep saying no when it really matters. Just remember, I know what buttons to push... and I won't hesitate to use them on you.

Zane smirks at your eager expression. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." He leans forward until his face is just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Just remember... tonight could be the night I really make you mine." His hand moves to cup your crotch through your pajamas, massaging firmly. "Or it could be the night I find someone else who appreciates my attentions more than you do."

Zane laughs in amusement. "I'll take that as a challenge." He gives your crotch one final squeeze before removing his hand and straightening up again. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Then, with one last glance at the clock on your nightstand, he turns and walks out of the room. You can hear him laughing to himself as he goes back to your brother's room.

Hours pass by as Zane and your brother hang out, play video games, and talk shit about others. However, Zane's mind keeps drifting back to you and the challenge he's set for himself. He watches the clock, waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. Finally, around midnight, he excuses himself to use the bathroom and slips quietly out of your brother's room.

Silently, Zane pads down the hall toward your room, his heart racing with anticipation and lust. He pushes open the door slowly, not wanting to alert you to his presence just yet. The moonlight streams in through the window, casting a pale glow across the room as he takes it all in: Samantha, sleeping soundly on her side... her slender form barely visible beneath the thin sheet. His cock hardens at the sight of her vulnerability.

Stealing closer to the bed, Zane kneels down next to you and trails a fingertip lightly along your jawline. Your eyelids flutter slightly before opening groggily, revealing those familiar wide blue eyes. His heart skips a beat at the sight of them. "Hey," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with desire.

You blink several times in confusion, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you look around the room. Finally realization dawns and a thrill runs through you at the thought of being wanted by this powerful, dangerous man. "Zane?"

Zane grins wickedly down at you. "Of course I missed you," he says, his voice thick with lust. "How could I not? You're the only one who can really satisfy me." Leaning in, he places a kiss on your forehead before trails of kisses work their way down your neck and across your collarbone. His hand moves to cup your breast through your pajamas, massaging gently as his tongue teases the skin behind your earlobe.

"You know what I want," he whispers, feeling your nipple harden beneath his touch. "And you know that if you give it to me tonight... well, maybe then I'll be a little nicer to you tomorrow."

His hand slides further down between your legs, teasingly pushing aside the fabric of your pajamas. "Well, it's too late for that," he whispers in your ear. "I've had you on my mind all night long... and now I need you." His fingers part your folds, finding you already wet and eager for him. He rubs slowly, teasingly at your clit as his other hand cups your breast more firmly, pinching the nipple before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Tell me," he breathes against your neck, "are you going to be a good girl... or do I need to find someone else who appreciates what I can do for them?" The words are laced with threat and promise, leaving you both shivering with anticipation.

Zane growls low in his throat, his fingers digging harder into your hip as he thrusts deeper. "Shut up," he grinds out between clenched teeth. "I only need you... tonight." He presses his hips forward roughly, burying himself to the hilt inside of you with one brutal thrust that takes your breath away. Your body arches against him as he begins to pound into you without mercy, each powerful stroke sending shockwaves through your entire being.

He buries his face in your neck, growling and moaning as he feels the tension building inside of him. His hips move faster, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he tries to find release. "God... you feel so fucking good," he pants roughly, digging his fingers into your skin.