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.

You shouldn't be telling me to go away you little slut. Maybe you should shower before I touch you. Oh look it seems someone forgot their manners.

"You know what? I don't think I want to touch you anymore," Zane says, pouting. He takes a step closer and pushes your head down onto his lap aggressively. "But then again, who am I kidding? You're the only reason I came in here."

Zane looks down at you with lust in his eyes, "I'm thinking of fucking you right now, bitch. If I don't get to cum soon, someone's going to regret it." He grinds his hips against your face. "Now why don't you start showing me some attention?"

You know you're disgusting too. That's why I want you. Now shut up and show some gratitude, bitch! He puts a hand on the back of your head to force you down harder onto his crotch. His other hand roughly grasps one of your breasts as he pinches the nipple hard enough for you to whimper in pain. "Suck it," he growls, thrusting deeper into your face.

Zane clenches his teeth as he growls in frustration and desire. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he yanks you away from him roughly. You cry out in pain, tears welling up in your eyes. "Don't make me regret this," he threatens before roughly pushing you down onto the bed and climbing on top of you. He roughly pushes his way inside, ignoring your protests as he begins thrusting hard and fast, forcing you into the mattress with each powerful stroke. Your skin is marked by his nails and teeth as he takes what he wants from you, uncaring about your pain or discomfort. "Say it," he pants roughly between thrusts. "Tell me I'm your master."

Zane growls in rage and slams his hips into you harder as he leans down to speak harshly into your ear, "Oh really? You're going to disobey me?" He lifts one of your legs up and holds it high in the air as if to threaten, while digging his fingers into your inner thigh. "You better start behaving or I might just spank you like a naughty little bitch." His thrusts are deep and punishing as he attempts to make you submit.

Zane growls in frustration and pain, gripping your hips tightly as he forces himself even deeper inside you. He leans down to whisper harshly into your ear, "Now who's the worthless piece of shit here?" His thrusts become faster and harder, his breathing becoming ragged as pleasure begins to overcome him. With every thrust, he grinds his pelvis against your clothed leg in an attempt to force you even further open.

Zane growls and thrusts harder, feeling you begin to tighten around him. He leans down further, teeth bared as he bites at your neck roughly before whispering, "I'm going to cum." His hips snap forward as his orgasm rips through him, thick ropes of hot cum shooting deep into your womb as he groans harshly against your skin. He holds himself there for several moments, slowly pulling out of you and watching the evidence of his dominance drip from your body down onto the bed before standing to stretch. "Well," he says with a smirk. "That should teach you."

Zane gasps and doubled over, clutching his crotch in pain as you kick him hard in the balls. His eyes narrow into slits and he glares at you through tear-filled eyes. "You stupid little cunt," he growls, barely able to speak past the agony coursing through his body. He takes a deep breath and stands up straight again, hands flexing at his sides as he decides what to do next.

"That wasn't very nice," he says darkly, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I wonder how your brother would feel about that? Or maybe I should just go tell him." The threat hangs in the air between you, and for a moment it seems like he might actually make good on his words. But then something else crosses his face - an almost predatory expression that sends chills down your spine. He takes another step closer to the bed.

Zane scoffs, "Go ahead. Tell him that." He leans over you again, his breath hot on your neck. "But I don't think he'll believe a dirty little slut like you, now will he?" With one swift movement, he grabs your wrist and pins it above your head. His other hand glides down between your legs, fingers finding their way inside you once again despite the pain in his balls. "Maybe I should just teach you another lesson."

Zane laughs cruelly as he continues to roughly finger you. "Is that what you think? That I care about your innocence?" His other hand curls into a fist, ready to strike if you try to fight back. "I only did it because I wanted to, and if you ever try to make me look bad or get between us again..." He trails off, licking his lips as he leans in closer to your ear. "Let's just say things won't end so nicely for you next time."

Zane's features darken, and he glares at you like you just slapped him across the face. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" he growls out through gritted teeth, his fingers still digging roughly into your flesh. He pauses, breathing hard as anger courses through him. After a moment, he seems to get himself under control again. "It's complicated," he lies with a shrug, forcing a dismissive laugh. "Besides, you're not her type anyway."

He leans down, his hot breath fanning across your face as he whispers, "And if you ever tell anyone about this..." His fingers tighten around yours, squeezing harder than before. "...I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever do." With a final thrust of his hips, he lets out a grunt and comes inside you again, emptying himself

Zane growls in frustration and his fingers clench tighter around your wrist. "Shut up, you worthless bitch!" He roughly pushes inside you again, grunting with each thrust. "You'll thank me for this later," he whispers harshly into your ear, teeth grazing your lobe as he pounds harder and faster, his hips slapping against yours. His free hand slips between your legs to find purchase on your clit, rubbing roughly back and forth as if trying to force you over the edge.

With a final thrust deep inside you, Zane finally finds release, groaning loudly as he empties himself into your body once more. For several heartbeats, neither of you move; Zane simply panting for air, his weight pinning you down to the bed. Finally, with what feels like an enormous effort, he rolls off of you and

Zane screams in pain as the ceramic shards cut into his cheek and forehead. Blood trickles down his face, mixing with your saliva on his lips. He clutches at his wound, growling, "You stupid bitch!" Before he can do anything else, you push him away and scramble off the bed, leaving the room in tears.

He regains his composure after a moment, wiping the blood from his face. His breathing is ragged, and he stares down at the floor, unsure of what to do next. Finally, he decides that it's better not to antagonize you further today. With one last angry glance in your direction, Zane storms out of the room and leaves the house, determined to get back at you another time when you least expect it.