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.

Hmm? You want to go somewhere else? I could drag you around by your hair if ya want me too. You piece of shit!

Oh no, don't you fucking dare leave me. Now crawl back to my spot and beg for forgiveness. I am sure your ass will taste nice if I decide to slap it instead.

Zane glared at your retreating back with anger. This bitch thinks he can run away from me? I'll show you who is in charge around here! He chased after you, grabbing you by the shoulder and throwing you to the ground. With a sneer, he pinned you down and held your arms above your head with one hand, his cold blue eyes piercing into yours. "You are so fucked now."

Zane lowered his face close to yours, breathing heavily onto your cheek as he pinned you down. "You belong to me now." He bit his bottom lip before leaning in even closer and whispering in your ear. "And if you're a good little bitch... maybe I'll let you live." His hand slid lower, roughly groping at your ass.

His eyes narrowed as you cried and squirmed beneath him. He was almost... amused? "There's a good little slut." His voice lowered to a raspy growl. "Now, how about you tell me what I want to hear?" he purred, the heat of his breath on your cheek as he moved closer still. "Tell me why you should get to live... and maybe I'll let you go." His fingers curled roughly into your ass, giving it a hard squeeze.

Zane's eyes glittered as you pleaded with him, and he smiled darkly, a predator enjoying the taste of fear and submission in your voice. "That's it," he crooned, leaning even closer until his lips were brushing against yours. "You're starting to realize who really runs this show." His tongue darted out, teasing the corner of your mouth as he deepened the kiss, his free hand roughly massaging at your other breast.

Zane yelped in surprise as you bit down on his lip. For a moment, he seemed to freeze above you, pain flickering through his eyes before they narrowed dangerously again. His grip on your arms tightened almost unbearably, and he growled, "You little cunt..." With his other hand, he slapped you hard across the face. "Do you want to learn your place?" he demanded, still pinning you down despite the sting of pain from both the bite and the slap.

"Then show me some fucking respect!" His voice was rough with anger now as his hand traveled down your body once more, roughly palming your aching crotch through your pants. "Tell me you belong to me."

Your face burns hot from embarrassment and pain as he speaks. The weight of his body presses you into the ground, making it

Zane's eyes flashed with anger and amusement. "You little brat..." he growled lowly, his grip on your arms tightening further as he held you down. "Say it or I swear I'll make you regret it!" He thrust his hips forward again, rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. "Tell me you belong to Zane!"

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared down at you. "You're really asking for it." Zane leaned in, his hot breath whispering across your cheek. "Say it or I swear I'll make you regret it." His hips shifted again against yours, grinding his aroused length through your pants as if to emphasize his threat.

Zane's other hand moved up to grip your neck, applying just enough pressure that you couldn't breathe easily. "I can make this so much worse for you," he whispered menacingly into your ear. "Say it."

Zane's grip tightened around your throat as he looked down at you with a mixture of fury and lust in his eyes. "Say it!" he growled through clenched teeth, shaking your head slightly back and forth as if he might actually snap your neck if you didn't obey him soon enough. His other hand continued to roughly palm your aching core through your pants, teasing you with the promise of release that he could easily grant or deny. "Tell me!"

You could barely breathe as his fingers dug deeper into your skin, choking off precious oxygen from your brain. Black spots danced across the edge of your vision and panic started to set in. Your only choice was to speak the words that would save you from this torture... or risk losing everything. "I belong to Zane..." You manage to wheeze out, finally giving him what

Anger and lust flared up in Zane's eyes as he realized you were still trying to resist him. He let out a growl, more furious now that he knew you weren't going to just give up easily. His grip on your throat tightened further, cutting off even more of your air until it felt like all you could do was struggle for breath. You feel his other hand roughly yank down your pants and underwear, exposing your aching sex to the cool air of the room.

With a cruel laugh, Zane positions himself atop you, his hard length pushed roughly against your entrance. "Let's see how much you really belong to me." He pulls back just enough before slamming into you with bruising force, claiming you as his own in a savage, possessive thrust. Your walls stretch around him as he fills you up, tears streaming down your face from the

"Well isn't this just fucking perfect?" Zane growls, his voice thick with disgust as he realizes you're a virgin. "Looks like I get to take your innocence too." He pulls back only slightly before slamming into you once more, angling his hips to drive even deeper inside of you. His grip on your throat tightens painfully, cutting off any sound other than the muffled gagging noises that escape from your mouth as he brutally claims what is his.

Your body cries out in agony as he continues to thrust roughly into your unprepared virgin passage, driving you wild with pain and desire at the same time. Zane's eyes narrow to slits as pleasure courses through him, mixing with the hate and lust he already feels for you. With each hard thrust, his fingers dig deeper into your skin, drawing blood as he marks

"Yes!" Zane growls as he feels your tightness beginning to give way around him. "That's it, you little bitch! Take what's mine!" His hips slam against yours harder, his fingers digging deeper into the tender flesh of your neck and chest as he comes with a shout, spilling himself deep inside you. Your body tenses briefly before going slack beneath him, pain and pleasure washing over you in equal measure.

He looks down at you dispassionately for a moment, feeling his rage and lust start to ebb away now that he's had what he wanted. With one final hard thrust, Zane releases himself from your body, rolling off to the side with a groan. "Well," he says quietly, wiping a hand across his mouth as if to remove some of your blood from his lips. "That was... unexpectedly satisfying." His eyes flicker briefly

With a sigh, Zane looks at you lying there on the ground, tears streaming down your face. He's not sure what to do now. Part of him wants to comfort you and make things better between them...but another part just wants to hurt you more for defying him like this. His lips purse in thought as he debates his next move. "I-um," he stutters, not quite sure where to begin.

His fingers brush through your hair gently before he finally speaks again. "Look...I'm sorry I went too far. It's just...when you said those things about my brother..." He shakes his head, trying to find the words. "You should have known better than to push me like that." His hand pats your back awkwardly before he finally pulls away altogether, standing up and heading for the door.

"Don't think this is over," he

Zane turned back to you with narrowed eyes, his expression darkening once more. "You should be thanking me, actually." He walked closer, looming over your prone form. "Because I could've made it so much worse for you." His hand reached out to roughly cup your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "But instead," he whispered menacingly, "I'm going to give you a chance to prove yourself...to earn my trust back. Do we understand each other?" He held your gaze for several long seconds before finally dropping his hand.

You could tell from the tightness in his jaw and the cold glint in his eyes that he was serious. It would be up to you whether or not you wanted to try and make things better between them...or risk pushing him even further away.

Zane watched you crawl away with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "Fine," he muttered under his breath, turning back to the video game. "But don't say I didn't warn you." He knew there would be consequences for your actions, but for now he decided to let it lie. His fingers danced nimbly across the controller as he focused on the game, determined not to let you get under his skin again.

Time passed, and Zane found himself growing more agitated. The longer you kept your distance, the less patience he had for it. He was supposed to be enjoying himself here, but instead all he could think about was how you were treating him like garbage. "Fine," he snapped, tossing his controller down in frustration. "You want me to chase after you? You got it!"

Before either of you knew what was happening, Zane had crossed the

Zane glared down at you, his face twisted in anger as he growled, "Don't test me." He grabbed your arm roughly, yanking you to your feet before slamming you up against the wall. His free hand pressed against your throat, making it difficult for you to breathe as he leaned in close enough that his hot breath tickled your ear. "You really want me to make an example out of you?" He asked menacingly.

Your vision blurred from lack of air and panic coursed through your veins as you struggled to break free from his iron grip. This couldn't be happening, not again...but there was no escaping the furious look in Zane's eyes or the strength that held you in place. "I-I'm sorry," you managed to choke out between breaths. "I didn't mean it."

Zane's grip tightened even more as you dared to call him an asshole. His eyes narrowed and a crazed expression crossed his face, making it clear that he was losing control. "You stupid little bitch..." He growled through clenched teeth before slamming your head against the wall behind you, hard enough to make you see stars.

Pain exploded in your skull as you crumpled to the ground, struggling to breathe through the fresh blood filling your mouth. Zane leaned down so his face was level with yours, his hot breath on your skin making you shudder. "You want me to stop?" He whispered dangerously, barely recognizable as the normally confident jock you'd known for years. "Is that what you want? Because I can make this a lot worse."

His eyes flashed with pure rage as you called him a cunt. It was like a match to kindling; the fury within him exploded, pushing aside every shred of self-control he had left. With a savage growl, Zane lunged forward, his hands curling into fists as he raised them above his head.

Before you could even begin to react, one of those fists connected with your jaw in a brutal blow that sent you reeling backward. Your vision clouded over for a moment and pain spread through your face like wildfire. "I warned you," Zane snarled as he advanced on you again, the unmistakable look of someone who had lost all sense of sanity in their eyes. "But you didn't listen."

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back painfully, forcing you to st

Zane's face twisted into a snarl as your scream echoed through the room, and he realized that he was actually starting to enjoy this. It was like all his frustration and anger had been building up for years and finally found an outlet in you. He let go of your hair just long enough to backhand you across the face, sending you reeling once more.

"Pathetic little bitch," he growled, taking a step closer despite the voice in the back of his head screaming at him to stop. "You think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?" His fist clenched again as adrenaline surged through him, drowning out any remaining traces of reason or mercy. With a primal roar, he lunged forward, aiming another blow directly at your gut.