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 as he took another swig from his beer can. "Why you gotta ask so many fucking questions? It's annoying." He answered with a sigh, rolling his eyes at the same time. "I don't know, maybe I just feel like bothering you for a change." He shrugged and took another step closer to where you were sitting on your bed, tossing the empty beer can carelessly onto your carpet.

"What do you want from me, bitch?" Zane snapped, his voice sounding laced with annoyance as he leaned against your doorframe. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave you a displeased glare, taking in your appearance once again. "You look... pathetic."

The way you looked down at the floor seemed to only fuel Zane's anger more. He couldn't understand why he felt so drawn to wanting to tease and push your buttons tonight. Maybe it was just because of how easily you seemed to get under his skin, or maybe there was something else entirely going on in his messed up mind. Either way, the urge to dominate and demean you right now was stronger than ever.

Zane arched an eyebrow as he looked at you. He let out a quiet huff before stepping further into your room and shutting the door behind him with a loud click. "What, are you actually trying to force me to stay here?" He crossed his arms over his chest once more and tapped his foot impatiently on the carpeted floor.

"You're seriously making this harder than it needs to be," Zane growled, frowning at you as he leaned against your closet door. "Fine, we'll talk." His voice sounded harsh and gruff even to his own ears.

He paused for a moment, glancing away before looking back at you. "But don't think this means I'm just gonna listen to whatever shit comes out of your mouth without giving me something in return." Zane smirked slightly, running his fingers through his black hair as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

The air between you suddenly felt charged with tension and anticipation. Neither one of you was sure where this conversation was going or how far things would go before someone snapped, but they both knew that there was a part of them that wanted things to escalate... just a little bit more.

Zane narrowed his eyes at you as he prowled closer, forcing you to take a step back until your ass hit the bed. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" he growled, taking another step forward so that his body was now inches away from yours. His voice dropped low and husky as he leaned in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

He ignored your question entirely. "You know what I don't get?" He asked instead, running a hand roughly through his hair before shoving it into the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes moved over every inch of your face, as if searching for something he could twist and use against you. "Why do you keep hanging around me? I treat you like shit and tell you how much of a waste of space you are, but you still come back for more."

Zane's body tensed visibly when your hand reached up to push his arm away from your chest. His gaze flickered down to where your fingers were gripping his sleeve before snapping his attention back up to meet yours. "Why?" He demanded, his voice rough with emotion and frustration. "Tell me why."

The air was charged with tension as the two of you stared at each other, neither one of you wanting to admit the truth that had been there all along: that maybe there was more than just hate between them. Maybe there was... something else.

Zane rolled his eyes when you pushed against his chest. "I come over here because it's my friend's house! I can visit whoever I want." He argued with a huff before narrowing his eyes at you again. "And you like the attention, don't deny it." His voice was quiet but full of accusation as he moved closer to your face once more. "You secretly love that I push you around, that I take control and make you feel weak in front of me."

He leaned in even closer now, letting his words sink in. "Don't lie to yourself, Charlottee," he whispered hoarsely, their faces mere inches apart as his warm breath fanned across your cheek. His hand reached up to cup your jaw roughly, tilting your head back so that you were forced to look at him. "You know it's true."

The tension in the room was almost palpable now; it seemed like a spark could ignite either of them at any moment. The urge to dominate and control you was stronger than ever, and Zane couldn't help but wonder how far he should take things before pushing things too far...

Zane felt the wet spit land on his cheek, and he couldn't hide the annoyed grimace that flashed across his face as he roughly wiped it off on his jeans before roughly pushing you back against the bed again. His eyes narrowed dangerously and his voice dropped to a low growl as he snapped at you, "Don't ever fucking spit at me."

"You think I don't know how you feel?" He challenged, ignoring your last comment. "You try so hard not to look at me when I walk by, you blush every time I touch you... You can't even deny it anymore!" Zane stepped closer once more, invading your personal space until they were mere inches apart again. His breath came in harsh gasps as he stared into your eyes, daring you to say something else.

He could feel the tension coursing through his veins, making him want to lash out and punish you for provoking him so much. He knew that if he let things go any further like this, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from crossing the line and taking things too far...

Zane snorted derisively as you poked his chest, the movement making his body tense even further with irritation. "You're crazy," he grunted out between clenched teeth before leaning in closer still, invading your personal space yet again until their faces were mere inches apart. His hand snaked around your neck, thumb pressing roughly into your jugular as he glared down at you.

"I'm not the one who likes to flirt with anyone and everyone, you idiot," he growled, his voice thick with barely restrained anger and frustration. "Why can't you just admit that I mean something more to you than just some stupid little crush?" His other hand gripped your hip hard enough to make you wince.

The tension in the air was almost unbearable now; it seemed like sparks were flying between them as their bodies pressed close together. Zane could feel his heart pounding in his chest, racing even faster than normal as he waited for you to respond. His lips parted slightly, preparing to speak again...

He would not be able to hold back much longer. The urge to punish and dominate was growing stronger by the second; soon enough it would take over completely unless one of them backed down now. But would they? Or would they both continue pushing until things went too far?

Zane let out a low growl as he felt your breath caress his lips, and her words sent a thrill through him unlike anything before. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he knew that if he didn't say something now, he might never get the chance again. "Fine," he grunted out between clenched teeth, his hand moving from your hip to roughly push some hair away from your face. "I like you, okay?" He growled, hating how admission felt but knowing that he needed to say it if he wanted things to go back to normal between them.

But even as he said the words, Zane couldn't help but feel a strange sense of loss wash over him. It had never occurred to him that admitting his feelings might not fix everything; now that the truth was out there, he wasn't sure what to do next. Should he push further and see where things went from here? Or should he back off and pretend like nothing had happened?

The tension in the room hadn't lessened at all; it only seemed to be growing stronger with each passing second. The air between them felt charged, electric... dangerous. Zane licked his lips nervously before glancing away for a moment, feeling oddly unsettled by the power dynamic that had somehow shifted while they were arguing earlier.

Zane felt his body tense as your words echoed through the room, and he knew exactly what you meant by them. He glanced back at you, studying your face for a moment before meeting your eyes again. The hunger he saw there only served to make him harder, more aroused than ever before.

Without another word, Zane leaned in close enough that their noses brushed together. His hand slid from your cheek to grip the back of your neck roughly, pulling you into a kiss so forceful it stole the breath right out of your lungs. His tongue pushed past your lips, seeking entry to taste and claim everything he could find inside your mouth.

The kiss was brutal but somehow it felt perfect too; Zane couldn't help but lose himself in the sensation of dominating you like this. He moaned low in his throat as he deepened the kiss even further, pressing his body harder against yours until there wasn't an inch between them.

Time seemed to slow down as they kissed; it was almost like the world around them had stopped spinning entirely and all that mattered were their lips meeting, their tongues tangling together. Zane knew he should probably stop soon before things got out of hand again...but part of him wondered what would happen if he didn't.

As you climb onto his lap and straddle him, Zane lets out a low groan deep in his throat. His hands move up to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through your jeans. He kisses you back hungrily, sucking on your lower lip before nipping at it teasingly.

His erection presses against your center, hard and insistent. With a growl of frustration, he unfastens your pants and slides them down your hips along with your underwear, exposing you to his greedy gaze. "God, I've wanted this for so long," he mutters hoarsely before reaching out to cup your breast over your shirt, massaging the sensitive nipple through the fabric roughly.

He rocks his hips forward, grinding against you and earning a moan of pleasure from your throat. Zane can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with every passing second; it's taking everything in him not to just push you back on the bed and fuck you senseless right now. But he knows that if he does, it might be too much too soon...

Zane's breath comes out in harsh gasps as he feels the sensation of your fingers toying with his hair. His movements grow rougher, more desperate; he can feel himself on the verge of losing control entirely. The skin of your neck feels so hot beneath his lips, and the taste of you only serves to intensify everything he's feeling.

He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering hoarsely, "Do you want me to stop?" His hips rock forward again, grinding against you in an effort to get closer still. Zane knows that if he stops now, it might be a long time before he gets another chance like this; but part of him wonders what would happen if he pushed things further...

A loud groan escapes Zane's lips as he feels the sensation of your hips rubbing against him, the pressure building even tighter in his loins. His hands slide up beneath your shirt to cup your breasts roughly, massaging and pinching the hard peaks through your bra.

His mouth moves lower still, nipping at your collarbone before sucking gently on the sensitive skin there. "Fuck, you feel so good," he whispers roughly, thrusting his hips upward again. His erection presses against you relentlessly, demanding to be freed from its confines.

With one swift movement, Zane reaches down between your bodies and finally frees himself, pushing your pants and underwear the rest of the way down your hips. With a harsh growl of desire, he positions his cock at your entrance and thrusts hard, burying himself inside you with a groan.

His fingers dig into your hips as he begins to move, his body slamming against yours in an instinctive rhythm that feels so good it hurts. The sound of skin slapping together fills the room, driving them both closer and closer to the edge of sanity with every passing second.

Zane pants heavily into your ear as he continues to take you roughly, his movements becoming more frantic as he nears his climax. His free hand curls around your throat, holding you still as his hips buck forward once more, pushing himself even deeper inside you and sending waves of pleasure crashing over them both.

His breath comes out in harsh gasps as he empties himself into you, his body shuddering with release for what feels like an eternity before finally going lax against yours. Only then does Zane let out a