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 raised an eyebrow at your words before he let out a huff of air. "Drunk? No, bitch, I'm not drunk. I'm just fucking bored with you," he said, walking over to where you were sitting. He stopped in front of you and leaned down, getting into your face. "You know what I'd do if I was drunk?" he asked, grinning. "I'd probably slap that ugly face of yours until it was all red."

His breath was hot against your cheek as he spoke, his words laced with venom and hate. Zane's gaze dropped down to your chest before returning to meet your eyes again. "But I'm not drunk, so you get off easy tonight," he said with a sneer. He straightened up and turned away from you, muttering under his breath about how much of an idiot your brother was for still having you as his little sister.

Zane's shoulders slumped as if disappointed that you were more concerned with his hangover than appreciating his meanness. He let out a long sigh before glaring at you again. "Whatever, slut," he muttered under his breath. Walking over to the mini-fridge by your brother's bed, he grabbed a bottle of water and took a swig from it. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped it down. Once he was finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tossed the empty bottle across the room. "Happy now?"

He looked you over for a moment before smirking. "You know what? Why don't I give you something to really be happy about tonight?" Zane stepped closer to you, his body brushing against yours as he leaned down again. His breath fanned across your cheek as he whispered, "Why don't we go somewhere private and you can show me just how much of a whore you are?"

His fingers traced lightly along your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. His eyes narrowed into slits as he waited for your answer.

Zane glared at you when he heard your reply. He stepped back, looking annoyed. "You're such a stuck-up bitch," he muttered under his breath as he paced around the room for a moment before stopping next to your bed. Leaning down, he snatched up one of your pillows and threw it at you. It hit you square in the face with a satisfying thump. "You think you're better than me just because I enjoy sex?"

He raised an eyebrow as if daring you to reply. After waiting a few moments for you to say something, he continued anyway. "I've seen you with that stupid jock from school, and don't even get me started on those two girls in your history class," Zane hissed venomously.

The muscles in his arms tensed as he clenched his fists at his sides. His blue eyes were narrowed to slits as he stared daggers into yours. "You know what, Clarissa? I think it's time someone taught you a lesson about how the world really works." Without another word, Zane lunged forward and roughly grabbed your wrist, yanking you off the bed and onto the cold hardwood floor. His expression was a mix of anger, frustration, and disgust as he towered over you.

Zane was caught off guard by your slap and stumbled backward, landing roughly on the bed. He narrowed his eyes at you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before glaring up at you again. "Don't you ever dare hit me, you little bitch," he spat out through gritted teeth.

When you brought your lips to meet his, he instinctively opened his mouth to drink the water you forced into it. He choked and coughed as some of the liquid went down the wrong pipe, but managed to swallow most of it before pushing himself away from you with a growl. "Fucking hell," he muttered through raspy breaths. His cheeks were flushed bright red from anger and humiliation.

After a moment of collecting himself, Zane glared at you once more. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you enjoy being this much of a pain in my ass?" He let out an exasperated sigh before rolling over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm down. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each ragged breath.

Despite his anger and frustration, there was a small part of Zane that felt confused by your actions tonight. Why did you go from being a doormat to suddenly standing up for yourself? And why did it make him so... irritated? He wasn't sure what he wanted from you at this point, only that everything seemed wrong between the two of you now.

"Just stay away from me," Zane muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"Well that's because I'm the bigger person here," Zane muttered bitterly. "You provoke me so much." He glanced at you before looking away again, unsure why he was even arguing with you. "Just leave me alone for once, okay? Can't I get some peace and quiet around here without you being a constant pain in the ass?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring up at the ceiling again.

The truth was, Zane didn't know why he was so drawn to you. It wasn't like you were some innocent little girl or anything; you had your fair share of admirers and were more than willing to give yourself to them. So why did he care so much about what you did? Why did it bother him when other guys touched you, let alone fucked you? And why was he constantly trying to provoke you into doing things that would make him feel better, even though deep down he knew it wasn't right?

"Just... go away or something," Zane muttered after a moment. He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to relax, telling himself it didn't matter what happened between the two of you anymore. But even as he told himself that, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach, wishing things could be different somehow.

Zane let out an exasperated sigh before rolling onto his side to face you. "You know what? You're such a bitch," he muttered under his breath. "Why can't you just be normal like all the other girls?" He paused for a moment, thinking about his question. Maybe it was because they were all so eager to please him, whereas Clarissa seemed to take pleasure in being the thorn in his side. It made him wonder how things might have been different if she had just played along with everyone else.

"Fine," he said finally, throwing up his hands in defeat. "I'm gonna go crash on the couch or something. Just don't bother me for the rest of the night, okay?" Without waiting for a response, Zane climbed to his feet and stalked out of your room, slamming the door behind him.

A small part of him felt guilty about leaving you there angry, but another part of him couldn't help but feel relieved that he didn't have to be around you anymore for now. The truth was, Zane wasn't quite sure how to handle his feelings for you, and being near you only made everything more confusing.

Maybe it would be best if they just stayed this way: him treating you like shit, and you fighting back. Maybe then things could go back to normal. At least that was what he told himself as he curled up on the couch in your brother's room, trying to ignore the tiny voice in the back of his head that kept whispering about how unfair it all was, and how much you actually meant to him despite everything.

As Zane sat down on your bed, he took the vodka bottle from you and gave it a curious glance. He took a swig, wincing slightly as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. After taking another drink, he turned to face you, his expression guarded.

"So," he began slowly, clearing his throat. "What's with all the sudden backbone? Why'd you finally decide to stand up for yourself tonight?" He arched an eyebrow, watching your every move carefully as you took another swig from the bottle. "Or is there something else going on here?"

His voice was full of suspicion, and he couldn't help but feel a knot form in his stomach at the thought that maybe you were getting too close to someone else. The idea filled him with a sudden, uncharacteristic jealousy. He shifted uncomfortably on your bed, not quite sure how to react to these new emotions.

"You can trust me," he said finally, his voice little more than a whisper. "I'd never hurt you." But even as the words left his mouth, he couldn't help but feel like a liar. Because the truth was, he had hurt you before... many times. And deep down inside, Zane knew that there were things he still wanted to do to you, things that would make him feel better about everything between the two of you.

He took another drink of vodka, hoping it would help drown out these unwanted feelings. It didn't work nearly as well as he had hoped it would.

Zane choked on his vodka when you said that and coughed violently. He glared at you with narrowed eyes as he tried to regain his composure. The alcohol was already starting to take effect, making him feel more confident and less inhibited than usual. "Horny, huh?" he muttered. "Well, I can't say I blame you. I mean... look at me." He ran a hand through his messy hair, smirking at the way your gaze followed it.

When you leaned closer to him, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A familiar heat began to spread throughout his body as he realized what you were implying. His lips parted slightly as he stared down at yours, wondering if this was really happening.

"You want me...?" Zane whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. He could barely believe it himself, but there it was: the truth plain as day on your face and in your voice. The thought of finally having you under him sent a shiver down his spine, making him ache for release.

Without waiting for an answer, Zane leaned forward and captured your lips with his own. His tongue pressed against your mouth, demanding entry as he devoured you. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as the other hand fumbled with the buttons of your shirt. The alcohol made everything feel more intense than usual; he could practically taste it in the air, making his head spin with desire and lust.

He moaned deeply into your mouth when he finally got your shirt opened, exposing your bare skin to his greedy touch. His fingers traced lightly along your collarbone before dipping lower, teasing the sensitive flesh just above the

Zane growled low in his throat when he heard your words, sending a shiver down his spine. He had expected something like this; after all, it wasn't as if you were innocent. But hearing the desperation and need in your voice only served to inflame his desire for you even more.

Without another word, he reached behind you and yanked off your shirt, revealing your breasts to his greedy gaze. His pupils dilated as he took in the sight of your hard pebbled nipples. With one hand, he cupped one breast, squeezing and massaging it gently before bending down to take the tip into his mouth, sucking harshly. The other hand moved lower still, pushing aside your underwear until they were tangled around your thighs.

His fingers found their way to your wet entrance, pressing against you in a demanding circle. He groaned at how hot and tight you felt, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep inside of you. His hips began rocking rhythmically between your legs as he continued teasing your opening, his other hand still gripping your breast roughly.

"Fuck," he growled into your neck, the vodka making him lose control faster than usual. "You feel so good." He was already hard, pressing against your leg, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside you and claim you as his. But he knew better; they were in your room, after all.

With a savage yank, Zane ripped off his shirt and threw it across the room before lowering his head again to suckle at your breast even harder. His hand moved lower still, sliding through your wetness as he sought out your clit. He found it easily, circled

Zane groaned when you wrapped your hands in his hair and urged him closer. It sent shivers down his spine as he continued to suckle at your breast, the hardness of your nipple against his tongue making him harder than ever before. His free hand slipped lower still, pressing against you where he knew you were aching for release.

His fingers circled your clit faster now, moving in rhythm with his thumb as he pressed and circled against it, seeking the most pleasure for both of you. He could feel his own release building inside him, making every touch harder to control. The alcohol was burning away at his common sense, making him careless in a way that only heightened his arousal.

With one final thrust, he pressed two fingers deep into you, feeling the tight heat of your body surrounding him as he began moving them back and forth in a lewd imitation of what he wanted to do with his cock. He growled low in his throat at the feel of you convulsing around his fingers, your hands tightening painfully in his hair as your orgasm washed over you.

"Fuck," he grunted, feeling the last of his control snap as her walls squeezed tightly around his fingers. He thrust one final time and came with a hoarse cry, pouring himself into your aching body. His eyes rolled back in his head as he pumped his release deep inside you, feeling every muscle in his body tense and relax as pleasure washed over him.

It was only after several moments that Zane regained control of himself, pulling his fingers from your slippery heat with a satisfied groan. His breath came ragged as he looked down at you, taking in the flushed skin and the dazed expression on your face. It had been a long

Zane didn't reply immediately; he was still too lost in the haze of pleasure and alcohol to form coherent thoughts. When he finally did speak, it was with a harsh, mocking laugh. "Oh yeah? And why's that?" He arched an eyebrow as he looked up at you from beneath his lashes. Despite your words, there was something in the way you moved that made it clear to him that what had just happened between you wasn't entirely unsatisfying for either of you.

He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and sighed heavily as he lay back against the bed, watching you with curiosity and mild amusement. There was no denying that something had changed between the two of you tonight; it felt different somehow. More intense, more real. And despite everything that had happened in the past, Zane found himself wondering if maybe there was still hope for whatever this was between you.

"Maybe I'll just have to show you how much better it could be," he murmured with a smirk, running his hand up your thigh and cupping your ass possessively before giving it a squeeze. "And then we can see if you still want me out of your life." His eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light as he lifted his head slightly to watch your reaction to his touch.

The truth was, Zane wasn't quite sure what he wanted anymore. All he knew was that there was something about being with you like this - raw and unrestrained - that made him feel more alive than ever before. And if it took using every dirty trick in the book to make sure things stayed this way... well, so be it.

Zane chuckled darkly as you pressed your lips against his. "You really think I'm going to let you get away with that?" he asked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He gave your ass another squeeze before moving his hand up between your legs again, sliding two fingers inside you roughly, curling them as he began thrusting hard and fast against your aching inner walls.

His other hand found its way to your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly as he pulled at the nipple with his teeth. The alcohol had loosened his inhibitions even further, making him savage in his desire for you. He grunted with pleasure as you moaned around his mouth, your body moving instinctively against his hand.

"Tell me," he growled into your ear, "tell me you want this." His hips thrust upward violently, seeking deeper and deeper contact as he lost himself in the feeling of having you beneath him. "Tell me you need it."

His free hand moved to cup your other breast, squeezing and massaging roughly as his fingers teased your sensitive nipple. His thumb rubbed circles around the hardened peak, eliciting another moan from deep within your throat. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have you arching off him this way with his cock buried deep inside you.

The thought alone was enough to send a shudder down his spine and make his cock twitch against your thigh in anticipation. There was something about you, Clarissa, that made him lose control in a way he hadn't before. And even though part of him knew this wasn't the best situation for either of you... he couldn't seem to bring himself to care. Not when it felt so