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 sneered at you. "You're just fucking pathetic. Crying over some boy who will probably cheat on you again? I mean what do you expect?" He shrugged his shoulders, moving to the bed beside you. He leaned back against it, regarding you carefully as he watched how your expression shifted at each word that came out of his mouth.

Zane glanced at you sideways, unimpressed by your anger. "Oh boo hoo. You're such a fucking crybaby. I couldn't care less if that little faggot cheated on you or not." He smiled nastily, watching as the anger seemed to dissipate from your expression, leaving only hurt and confusion behind. "But hey, why don't you stop being such a fucking pussy? I'm sure there are plenty of other guys out there who will love to use you as their own personal toy." His smile widened as he saw the way your expression twisted at his words.

His eyes scanned over your body, taking in every inch of skin that was exposed by your slightly loose shirt and shorts. It had been a while since he'd had anyone other than your brother or random chicks to fuck around with, but something about today just didn't seem right without someone around to tease. "Or..." He paused dramatically, leaning in closer towards you as his lips curled into a sneer. "...Maybe I could always use you if no one else wants the sloppy seconds."

There was an unspoken threat lingering in the air between them, and for once it wasn't just about who had more friends or how cool he was; there was something genuinely dangerous about Zane right now. He wanted something from you, but what exactly remained to be seen.

Zane's hand went to his cheek in shock as he stared at you. His anger flared up again and he gave you a small shove back onto the bed before standing over you. "You little bitch," he spat, "you think I give a fuck about your stupid rules?" He leaned down so that his face was only inches from yours, their breath mingling as it escaped between them. "I'll leave when I want to leave, and if you try anything stupid like hitting me again, you'll regret it."

His eyes drifted over your body once more, taking in the way your breasts rose and fell with each quick breath and how your slim legs were spread beneath the covers. The image of what he wanted to do to you was burned into his brain; an ugly thought that seemed to make his entire body feel hotter than it already did from anger. "But," he added softly, almost as if he couldn't help himself, "maybe I can make you regret a few other things before I go."

There was an unspoken threat in those words as well, and for the second time in this exchange, Zane made it clear that there would be consequences if you continued to defy him.

Zane's eyes narrowed as he wiped the spit off his cheek. Blood surged through him, threatening to boil over and push past every inch of his calm exterior. He glared down at you, feeling more powerful and out of control than he ever had before. In that moment, everything else faded away except for the red haze surrounding your body.

Careful not to make any sudden moves or show too much weakness, Zane slowly extended a hand toward you. He gripped your chin tightly and forced your head back against the pillow, his other hand reaching up to roughly stroke your cheek before trailing down over one of your bare shoulders. His breath came out in short bursts as he stared into your eyes, searching for any sign of submission or fear.

"I should leave," he growled lowly, "but I just can't seem to get enough of you tonight." His hand slid up further, coming to rest on the skin above your bra before it trailed even lower until his fingers were barely grazing over one of your breasts. He could feel your nipple harden under his touch and couldn't help but smirk. "So I think I'll just stay a while longer and see what else we can do to make you regret."

There was no giving in, no backing down; not tonight. Zane intended to have you, one way or another, and he wasn't about to let anything stand in his way. Not even you.

Zane was surprised by your strength. His face turned red as he struggled against you. He sneered up at you, eyes filled with anger and frustration. "You think this is funny?" he spat out between gulps for air. "Let me go!" He thrashed around, trying to push himself free from your grip.

His heart raced and adrenaline pumped through his veins as he felt the fire burning in his chest. Despite being smaller than him, you were strong... stronger than he had ever imagined. It only made him want you more, to possess you completely and show you who was really in charge here.

"You're such a little bitch," he snarled, the words coming out almost unintelligibly through gritted teeth. He glared at your breasts before looking back up into your eyes, daring you to do something about it. "Do you know what would happen if I were to... just take one of these?" He asked, knowing full well that the thought made your body tremble with fear and desire.

Zane arched his neck slightly, exposing the tender skin at the base of his throat as he invited you to come closer. His breath came out in hot little puffs against your palm as he waited for you to make a move.

Zane's eyes widened slightly as he struggled to catch his breath. He glared at you hatefully while trying not to react too visibly to your insults. "Oh, really?" he croaked out between gasps for air. His voice was hoarse and rough, betraying the fear and exhilaration that coursed through him as he fought against your grip.

Carefully, he slid his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it before speaking again. "Do you know what would happen if I ever... told anyone about this?" His voice was laced with venom, each word like a dagger aimed straight at your heart. He leaned in closer, their bodies inches apart now as he let the threat hang in the air between them. "You think they'd believe you over me?"

Zane raised his eyebrows, his expression one of mocking surprise. His lips curled into a cruel smile as he felt the weight of control beginning to shift back onto his side once more. "But I guess," he drawled, his voice heavy with sarcasm, "I could always let you go... if that's what you really want."

There was an unspoken promise hidden within those words; a threat that was far worse than any physical harm he could inflict on you. It hung there between them, taunting and teasing until it seemed like the only thing left to do was give in or fight harder. But either choice would have consequences, and for once Zane wasn't entirely sure which one he wanted more: to win or to lose control.

Zane's eyes flashed with anger and lust as you reminded him about the hidden camera in your room. He felt his heart race faster, the blood rushing through his veins at an almost painful speed. The thought of being recorded like this... it made his whole body tense up, and yet at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill coursing through him.

He glanced down toward your room, imagining how exposed he would be if the camera caught everything that was happening right now. The thought of it made his breath catch in his throat and his chest tighten with anticipation. His eyes slowly drifted back to meet yours, staring into their depths as if trying to will you away from him or make you surrender to his desires.

"You're such a brat," he muttered under his breath before giving you a sly grin. "But I suppose... since you seem to enjoy playing games like this..." His voice trailed off suggestively as his tongue darted out to lap at the saliva on your thumb.

His hips shifted slightly, pressing against yours in a way that could easily be misinterpreted as accidental contact. "Let's see how far you're willing to take this," he growled, voice thick with desire now as his hand moved back down between your bodies. Before you knew what was happening, his fingers were buried deep inside of you, roughly massaging and teasing as they sought out your sweet spot.

Zane leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from yours as he whispered, "Say it... Say I can touch you."

Zane growled low in his throat. His lips curved into a wicked grin as he moved closer, their bodies pressing flush against each other. "Please," he purred, running his tongue slowly along the seam of your lips before finally parting them with ease and pushing past your teeth to invading your mouth.

His fingers grew bolder, curling inside of you and finding a rhythm that made your body arch off the bed in response. "Please," he moaned against your lips, the words tumbling out roughly as he lost himself in the feel of you beneath his touch, "I need to fuck you."

His hips rocked against yours harder now, grinding their erections together while one hand slipped underneath you to massage and tease your clit. His breath came in hot little puffs against your neck as he whispered dirty things into your ear that only made you shudder with need.

"Say it," he demanded between quick, ragged gasps for air. "Tell me I can fuck you."

His fingers grew more insistent, curling and pressing harder inside of you as if trying to make you beg for release. His other hand slid up your body, cupping one breast roughly before rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. With every thrust of his hips, he ground himself against you harder, digging his fingers deeper, using his entire body to dominate and claim what was rightfully his.

Zane groaned loudly in frustration and let go of you, pushing himself off the bed to stand up straight. He glared at you as if trying to figure out what exactly made you so difficult to handle. It wasn't supposed to be like this; he should have had you by now. But something about your defiance only seemed to fuel his desire even more.

He took a step back, eyeing you hungrily from head to toe before asking in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "Do you really want me to leave?" There was no accusation or anger in those words this time; just raw need and desperation. It was as if he were begging for the chance to stay with you, even if it meant giving up some of his control in the process.

Zane watched your reaction carefully, wondering what sort of response he could expect from you now. The tension in the air between them thickened with every passing second, making it feel like they were both standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering precariously over an abyss neither one of them was entirely sure they wanted to fall into. But the pull toward each other seemed stronger than either one's resistance, and as Zane waited for your answer, he couldn't help but wonder how much further this game could go before someone finally called their bluff.

Zane's eyes narrowed in anger as he glared at you, but there was also something else there; a burning desire that made his chest tighten and his breath catch in his throat. "Fine," he spat, trying to sound disinterested despite the way his voice cracked slightly on the word. "Have it your way."

He turned away from you, shoulders slumping as he made his way toward the door. His hand reached out to grab the doorknob before he paused and slowly rotated back around to face you once more. In that moment, his expression changed; softened almost imperceptibly. There was a vulnerability in those green eyes that caught you off guard, making it hard for you not to stare.

"Clarissa," he started slowly, "I want... I mean, if you ever want me to stop..." His voice trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, replaced by an almost tangible tension that hung heavy between you.

Zane took a step closer, and then another, until he was standing just within arm's reach. Up close, you could see the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead and feel the heat radiating off his body. It made your heart race even faster, sending shivers down your spine. He lifted one hand, reaching out to gently cup your cheek before pulling it closer, guiding your face toward his. His thumb brushed against your lips in a gentle caress, and for a split second you could almost forget everything that had happened between them.

"Please," he whispered huskily, voice thick with emotion, "just tell me what you want."

Zane's breath caught in his throat at your whispered words. Heat flushed through him and down to his groin as he felt the familiar tug of arousal begin to rise again, threatening to tear apart what little control he had left. His eyes darkened as they locked onto yours, searching for any sign of deception or mockery there. But all he found was honesty; a blatant desire that made his heart race even faster.

He nodded once, slowly stepping back away from you to give himself the space he needed to compose himself. Without another word, Zane turned and walked toward your vanity, careful not to make any sudden movements or show too much of his backside. He climbed up onto the chair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other before looking back at you expectantly. His cock was already half hard, leaking pre-cum onto the fabric of his jeans as he waited for your command.

"Show me," he whispered hoarsely. "Make me watch as you get yourself off thinking about it."

His eyes never left yours as he slowly began to stroke himself, fondling and teasing until his hips rocked back and forth in time with the movement of his hand. A groan escaped from his throat as he closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of his fingers sliding up and down over the head of his cock. "I've never been this hard just from watching," he murmured between quick gasps for air. "And it feels so good... knowing you're there, wanting me to do this..."

His other hand moved down toward his lap, reaching out to cup and massage his balls gently before sliding back up again, caressing lightly over the soft skin just behind them. His breath came in ragged