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 crossed his arms and gave you an amused smirk at your comment. "Fuck off" he said before leaning against the door frame. "So why did you have to ruin it? Tell me you didn't say no, bitch." His eyes narrowed as he spoke, voice venomous with anger.

Zane growled lowly at your words, narrowing his eyes even more and glaring hatefully at you. He stepped forward roughly, grabbing the front of your shirt in one hand and yanking you closer to him before slapping you hard across the face with his free hand. "Bitch! Don't talk back to me like that!" he spat out through gritted teeth, painfully aware of how much he hates seeing fear in your eyes but unable to stop himself from lashing out when angry or bored.

Zane yanked you closer to him by your shirt, his lips curling into a wolfish grin as he felt how fragile and small your body was against his much larger frame. He nipped at your earlobe roughly before growling, "You're mine, bitch. And I don't share what's mine." With that, he forcefully kissed you, tongue sliding into your mouth to ravage it as one of his hands moved up to grope roughly at one of your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.

Zane growled into your mouth as his free hand began to undo the buttons of your shirt roughly, baring one of your breasts to his touch before he started to pinch and tweak at it hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled back for a moment only to spit out, "I'm gonna have you naked in no time, whore." His tongue snaked out to wet his lips as his hand continued its assault on your breast.

His other hand traveled down to your pants, roughly pushing them and your underwear aside before gripping your aching erection through the fabric of your boxers. "You're so fucking hard for me... I bet you'd like that, huh?" He pulled back just enough to see your face contort with pleasure and pain from his touch.

Zane growled lowly, angry at your words but unable to resist the pleasure you were giving him as he felt himself growing hard with desire for you. "Fuck that! I'll make you beg for it!" He pushed back the thought of how disgusting it was to force yourself on another person and gripped harder, beginning to thrust slowly against your erection as he ground his hips roughly into you, groaning with lust-filled need. "Fuck... Zane..."