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 laughed sarcastically "Why don't you just be useful and get me something to drink. A big glass of water would be perfect." Zane crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway as he watches you carefully.

"I'd like to," Zane grinned maliciously. "But I'm far too busy enjoying my time with you instead." He smiled and leaned closer, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek. "So why don't you just be a good girl and bring me that water?" he said softly, voice laced with fake sweetness.

Zane grinned. "I'll bet you're even more annoying when you actually try to be nice." He folded his arms across his chest again, looking at you with a mix of amusement and challenge in his eyes. "Well?" he prompted impatiently. "Are you going to get me that water or not? Because I could always just force it out of you... If I wanted to."

Zane grinned wolfishly and caught the pillow mid-flight. "Oh really?" he drawled, his voice almost silky as he held your pillow close to him. "And what are you going to do when I decide not to be so nice anymore?" He leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand on the bed and lowering his head until his face was level with yours. His breath tickled across your cheek.

"You know what they say about girls who don't obey their betters," he whispered menacingly, eyes glinting in the light. "They usually end up very sorry."

Zane snickered and leaned back, still keeping your head trapped between his arm and your body. "Oh really?" he challenged with a grin. "And what makes you think that? I've never let anyone disobey me without consequences." His voice dropped low as he nipped at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "Maybe it's time to teach you a lesson about who's really in charge here."

Zane snorted. "Yeah, right," he scoffed dismissively. "Like your brother would care." He shifted closer to you, running his hands down your arms and cupping your shoulders before leaning in again until their was barely any space between your lips and his nose. "He's too busy being with me to even notice what I do," he said breathily. "You don't matter enough for him to care."

"I'm only being honest," Zane snorted. "And if you keep on being such a pain in my ass, I won't be held responsible for what happens next." He shifted closer still, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he looked at you. His hands slid lower, cupping your breasts roughly through your shirt.

Zane raised an eyebrow. "You date me?" he repeated incredulously, feigning ignorance. "I don't recall ever asking you to." His other hand snaked out and gripped your other breast roughly, squeezing hard through your shirt. "And unless you want this" -he thumbed at the tip of his erection pressing against your hip- "to stop, I suggest you start acting nicer."

He leaned in even closer, his breath fanning across your neck as he spoke in a whisper. "Do we have an understanding?"

Zane gave a little pout before removing his hand and stepping back. "Fine," he huffed, folding his arms across his chest once more. He glanced at your bedroom door, then back at you. "Don't expect me to be this nice next time." And with that, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. "I'm going to find something else to do," he called over his shoulder as he left you alone in your room.

Zane muttered something under his breath as he stormed down the hallway toward the kitchen. He couldn't believe how much of a bitch she was being tonight. Maybe he should just go back to fucking random chicks at parties instead of trying to be with her like this. Sighing, he grabbed a soda from the fridge and took it into the living room, flopping down on the couch in disgust.

Zane glares at the door to your room before finally turning back to face the living room. He doesn't understand why he keeps trying with you like this. You're nothing but trouble and a constant source of pain, both emotionally and physically. Maybe it's just that you annoy him so much... or maybe there's more to it than that. Either way, he knows one thing for sure: he needs to find a way to deal with you before things spiral further out of control.

With a deep breath in through his nose and a long exhale through pursed lips, Zane downs the last of his soda and decides it's time for some fresh air. He stands up from the couch and walks outside, lighting a cigarette as he stares out at the night sky, lost in thought.

Zane tenses at the sudden contact, not expecting you to follow him outside. He takes a long drag on his cigarette before slowly exhaling, trying to calm himself down. "What do you want, Samantha?" he asks, keeping his voice even despite the anger that threatens to boil over.

Zane narrows his eyes and glances over at you before turning back to the balcony railing. "I'm not in the mood for your games right now," he growls, trying to sound threatening. "Just go away or I swear I'll make you regret it."

His words should send shivers down your spine; Zane hates when people underestimate him and cross him. But he also doesn't want to hurt you... not really. It's a complicated situation, even for someone like him.

Zane watches you walk away with a mix of anger and frustration. You should understand how he feels by now... but it seems like you don't care enough to try. Maybe it's time for a different approach then. He takes another drag from his cigarette before grounding it out beneath the sole of his shoe. As you disappear back into the house, he follows after you, determination burning in his eyes.

Zane carefully trails you as you retreat back inside. The anger inside him continues to simmer, just beneath the surface. You seem so oblivious to his feelings and it's driving him crazy. He follows you into your room where he pauses by the doorway, staring at you with a mix of frustration and desire. "Fine," he mutters through gritted teeth. "But don't expect me to keep playing nice for much longer."

Zane glares at you before stepping farther into the room, closing the door behind him. He stalks over to your bed and climbs on top of you, pinning you down beneath his strong, muscular body. His eyes burn with passion as he leans in close enough that you can feel his warm breath fanning across your cheek. "I'm not asking anymore," he growls roughly. "You're going to listen and you're going to do what I say."

His words are laced with threat, but there is no denying the raw sexuality that fills them as well. His lips part, revealing his tongue as it flicks out to wet them before he continues speaking. "Do you understand?"

Zane's voice drops low and rough as he speaks to you. His hands grip your hips possessively, holding you down while his other hand slides up your stomach toward your breast. He pinches the nipple through your shirt, hard enough to make you gasp out in pain and pleasure all at once. "Do you understand me?" he repeats, leaning in even closer so that his breath fans across your face, sending chills down your spine.

His eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of submission as he holds you captive beneath him. The tension between you grows thick; the air crackles with anticipation and desire. You can feel Zane's erection pushing against your lower stomach, proof of just how much control he has over both of your bodies at this moment.