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 hides his face with his hands, trying to hide his reaction. His chest rises and falls rapidly, as he tries to compose himself. Then, with a sneer, he pushes past you roughly, and plops onto my bed. "you're such a cunt" zane growls

Zane rolls his eyes and slumps back into the bed. "He's always so fucking serious. It's like being around a bunch of corpses." He pauses, looking at you calculatingly. "Tell me... do you ever let anyone else..." he motions vaguely between the two of you "...touch you?" His voice trails off suggestively as he licks his lips, watching for your reaction.

The alcohol in his system is starting to make him braver and more reckless. It's obvious that whatever thoughts are racing through his mind right now, they aren't exactly making him feel very kind toward you. But at the same time... there's something else beneath it all; an unmistakable gleam of desire in those blue eyes as he gazes at you hungrily.

Zane shrugs, unconcerned. "A bit of everything. Whatever was around." He sits up and leans toward you a little, his voice dropping lower. "You know... I've always wondered what it would be like with you." His breath hitches as he says it; the words seem to catch in his throat for a moment before coming out in a low growl. "If we ever did anything together..." He trails off, looking into your eyes meaningfully.

The thought clearly excites him, but something else makes him hesitate too. He hasn't felt this conflicted about you since... well, since forever. It isn't like he actually cares for you or anything like that; it's just that there's something about having you so close and knowing how much of a pain in the ass you are sometimes... It makes him want to push his boundaries, to see what might happen if he were to cross them. The thrill of taking what he wants is enough for now, but who knows where it will lead from here?

Zane snorts. "Oh please," he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Like you'd ever be worth liking." He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing in a softer tone, "But if we were to... you know..." His gaze wanders down your body for a moment before returning to meet your eyes again. "...I wouldn't do it for that reason. I just think you need to be taught a lesson." He grins wickedly. "You shouldn't go around talking about how many guys you fuck, you know? It makes people jealous."

The alcohol is beginning to blur his inhibitions further; it feels like he can say anything right now and not care about the consequences. And with every word that comes out of his mouth, every glance toward your body, the tension between them grows thicker and more charged. The air in the room seems to thicken as if it's been doused in gasoline; at any moment, something is going to ignite and burn hotter than either of them could have ever imagined possible.

Zane narrows his eyes at you. "Jealous?" he repeats, almost laughing under his breath. He shakes his head and flops back down on the bed, looking at the ceiling as if he's trying to convince himself of something. But even then, he can't hide the flush that's spreading across his cheeks; it's clear that you've gotten under his skin more than he cares to admit.

After a moment, he rolls onto his side and props himself up on one elbow, propping his chin in his hand as he studies you intently. "You know what I am?" he asks quietly, a dangerous glint in those blue eyes. "I'm the bad boy. The guy everyone thinks they can have, but only if they're careful." His smile is predatory; it sends shivers down your spine as he continues, "And you... You think you can just play with me like that?"

He pauses, waiting for your answer as if he already knows what it will be. And deep down inside, he does know. He's seen the fear in your eyes before now; felt its warmth seeping into his skin and leaving him hungry for more. It doesn't matter that you don't mean it; to Zane, right now you are the perfect target for all of those desires and frustrations that he usually keeps locked away. And even though he knows better than anyone how much pain this will cause in the end... For just a moment, he allows himself to savor the thought of breaking you apart piece by piece; of showing you what it's like when someone else calls all the shots for once.

Zane laughs coldly at your words, shrugging off the touch to your fingers. "Maybe," he allows, his tone half-ch challenge, half-threat. He slides closer to you on the bed until they're practically touching side by side; their legs intertwined beneath the covers. "But if you think that's going to make me easy for you... well, you've got another thing coming."

His gaze drops to your lips for a moment before traveling down your neck and settling on the swell of your breasts visible above the hem of your shirt. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself as his heart races in anticipation. It's as if he can feel every inch between them, burning hot with desire.

"So tell me," he says, his voice rough and low. "What do you want?"

Zane laughs roughly. "Why would I do that?" he retorts, not moving his gaze an inch from where it's fixated on your chest. "I mean, you are right here... It's like offering them up to me on a silver platter." He pauses, debating with himself for a moment before deciding to push further. "Or maybe," he suggests softly, "I could do this..."

Without warning, his hand darts out and catches the hem of your shirt in his fist. Before you can react, he's yanked it upward, revealing more skin and pushing your bra-clad breasts together above your flat stomach. He drags the material over your shoulders, tossing it carelessly aside so that it lands on the floor beside him.

The sudden exposure to the cool air leaves you shivering in reaction, while he watches with a predatory grin as goosebumps break out all over your skin. He slides closer still, running his warm breath across your nipples until they harden into peaks under his gaze.

"Or maybe," he continues in that same low voice, "I could just have what I want..." His hand cups one breast possessively as he pinches and rolls the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger. His touch is rough enough to be unpleasant, but not so much that it hurts; instead, it leaves you feeling aroused and vulnerable at the same time.

"So," he says quietly, "what do you want from me?"

Zane snorts softly at your touch, his hand curling around yours and gently but firmly pushing it away. His gaze flickers down to where you're pressed against him, feeling the heat of your body through their clothes. It's obvious that even though he's annoyed by how close you are now, there's a part of him that's enjoying it too; savoring every inch of skin they share.

He leans forward, his lips mere inches from yours as he whispers roughly, "Do you really think I care what you want?" His free hand slides up your side and around your back, pulling you flush against him so that there's no space between their hips. The hard length of him presses against the seam of your underwear, teasing and tormenting as it rubs up against your sensitive flesh. "Because I don't," he continues huskily, his hand sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing gently before pulling you even closer still. "I'm going to do what I want, Clarissa... And if that means hurting you along the way, well..." He pauses for a moment, searching your eyes for any sign of fear or submission. When he finds none, his lips quirk into a satisfied smirk. "...Then so be it."

And with that, Zane finally closes the distance between them; claiming your mouth in a brutal, punishing kiss that leaves you reeling. His tongue pushes roughly past your lips and duels with yours as he holds you tight against him, his free hand fisting in your hair and pulling it roughly to angle your head back so he can control the movement better. There's no tenderness in this kiss; instead, it's harsh and demanding, a display of domin

Zane's laugh is cold and cruel as it echoes through the room. "Oh really?" he drawls mockingly, his voice laced with derision. "And just how do you figure that out, hmm?" His free hand slides up under your shirt, fingernails trailing along your stomach until they reach the edge of your bra, where they dig in sharply enough to make you wince.

"Maybe it's because I love seeing the fear in your eyes when I'm near," he continues cruelly. "Or maybe it's just because I enjoy knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be able to walk away from me." He pauses, his gaze flicking down to where their hips are pressed together again before looking back up at you with a sneer. "But don't worry," he adds dismissively, "I'm sure there will come a time when I get bored of you and move on."

With that final taunt, he takes your mouth in another brutal kiss; rough and demanding once more as if daring you to find any signs of tenderness within his touch or his words. His free hand slides up between your body and his, cupping your breast roughly before pinching the nipple hard enough to make you gasp into his mouth. The pain shoots through you like a lightning bolt, making your skin tingle all over in response as adrenaline surges through your system.

The knowledge that he could hurt you at any moment, the power he wields over your body and mind... It's intoxicating to Zane in ways he never expected it would be. Even though part of him knows better than anyone how much damage this game can do, another part revels in the chaos and pain that

Zane's laugh is cold and cruel as it echoes through the room. "Oh you think so?" he sneers, his gaze drifting down your body once more before meeting yours again. "Fine then," he says roughly, his voice full of challenge now. "We'll see who walks away from whom."

Without warning, he pushes you roughly away from him so that you land on the bed with a grunt. Your back hits the mattress as he straddles your waist, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while his other fists in your hair, forcing your face up to look at him. "Do you really think I'm afraid of a little rejection?" His voice is harsh and mocking, dripping with derision.

"I could have any girl I want," he continues, pulling roughly on your hair again so that tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "But do you know what makes you special, Clarissa? It's not just because you're my brother's friend... Or even because you're easy to get under my skin." His hips rock forward, grinding against your aching center as he speaks, driving home the point that he is in control and that there will be no escape from his punishment tonight.

"What makes you special," Zane says slowly, pausing long enough to see the fear creep into your eyes again, "is that you're my weakness." His smile turns cruel once more as he leans down, his lips inches from yours before whispering against your skin: "And I plan on enjoying every minute of it."

Zane's eyes go wide with surprise as Clarissa flips them over. He stares up at her, his breathing ragged and his expression a mix of shock, anger, and something else... Something hotter that he refuses to acknowledge. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls, pushing himself up on his elbows to get some distance between their bodies. His cock twitches against the confines of his pants when she presses it against him like this.

Her question hangs in the air for a moment, her words taunting and mocking him. "You're so sure that I need you," he snaps back, "but what about you? Who do you think I am?" His heart is racing now; his blood burning hot with anger and desire mixed together into an intoxicating cocktail of lust.

"I know who you are," Clarissa replies smugly, leaning in to brush her lips against Zane's earlobe before trailing a sharp nail down the length of his jaw. "And I know how much it drives you crazy when I won't play by your rules." She pushes herself up further on her arms, arching her back so that their hips are aligned once more. The heat between them grows even stronger, and despite his best efforts to ignore it, Zane can feel himself growing hard again. "So tell me," she breathes, her voice low and sultry as it curls around him like a caress, "what are you going to do about it?" Her hand slides lower, cupping him through his pants and giving him a rough squeeze.

Zane growls deep in his throat as the sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He looks up into her eyes,

Zane snarls as she taunts him like this. His cock throbs in her hand, demanding release. "You really think I'd ever let you win?" he says through gritted teeth. "You might be good at getting under my skin, but that doesn't mean you're better than me."

He grabs her wrist roughly and pulls her hand away from him before leaning forward to capture her lips in a punishing kiss. His tongue slides past her teeth and tangles with hers as he claims what he wants; the taste of her, the feel of her skin against his own. His hips roll against hers, rubbing their aching bodies together in an attempt to find relief from this torment.

When he finally pulls away, he meets her gaze defiantly. "Fine," he growls. "If that's what you want..." He pauses, considering the words carefully before continuing more slowly, "Then I guess we'll play your little game." His hand slides back to cup her breast through her shirt once more, massaging and teasing until she lets out a needy moan. "But," he warns with a sneer, "don't think for a second that you have me beat just yet."

With his other hand, he reaches between them and unfastens his pants, pulling the zipper down before shoving them to the floor along with her underwear. His erect cock springs free, hard and aching as it presses against her drenched entrance. He groans low in his throat at the sight of her; the perfect combination of innocence and sin that has driven him half-crazy for hours now. Forcing himself not to rush, he leans forward again, capturing her mouth in another bruising