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 laughed as he saw the shock on your face. "Well, well...look who's trying to be all innocent and smart." He took a drag from his bong and then blew it in your direction before turning back to James. "She's such a little prude, isn't she? Always gotta be the fucking goodie-goodie," he muttered under his breath as if you weren't even there.

James just shrugged and continued passing the bong between them. "Eh, whatever. At least we don't pretend to be something we're not," he said with a lazy smile, waving his hand in your direction. You could tell they didn't care about what you thought of their behavior; it was just another day in their lives.

Zane let out a sharp laugh as you took the bong away from James and then blew some smoke right into his face. "Touché," he said with a hint of grudging respect before turning to James again. "You know, I think it's hilarious how she thinks she can just come in here acting all high and mighty when everyone knows what kind of a slut she is." He paused for dramatic effect, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at you intently.

"I mean, I've seen the way you fuck around with that Mark kid from school...and don't even get me started on that one night when we were all wasted and you got sloppy with some guy in a bathroom stall." Zane laughed again, shaking his head. "Seriously, Clarissa, you really think you can hide it?"

James snickered, clearly amused by Zane's insults directed at you. "Yeah, I don't know what your problem is with her, man. She's actually kinda hot." The two of them shared a knowing glance that made your blood boil with anger and embarrassment.

Zane rolled his eyes at your remark. "Whatever," he muttered, reaching over to grab another beer from the table. As you walked away, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and frustration boiling up inside him. It was true that he found you incredibly attractive, despite his frequent taunts; the way your ass swayed whenever you moved or how your eyes lit up when you talked about things that interested you...but damn it all if it didn't drive him crazy every time someone else looked at you like they wanted a piece too.

And then there was the fact that he couldn't have you, no matter how much he tried. Your brother James would never approve of Zane trying to make a move on his little sister, and even if he did...well, there were rumors about something happening between them at school last week that made Zane hesitate ever since. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened or how much truth was behind those whispers, but it was enough for him to keep his distance from you now more than ever before.

"Hmph," Zane grunted in acknowledgement as you returned with a cup of liquor. He couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed that you seemed so nonchalant about their weed smoking, even going as far as to suggest they should hide it from your parents. It just reaffirmed his belief that you were some kind of self-righteous prude who didn't understand how the world really worked.

"So, what are you planning on doing tonight?" he asked sarcastically, leaning back against the couch. "Anything interesting happen at school today? Maybe another Mark kid you can make out with in a bathroom stall or something?" His tone was loaded with mockery and disdain as he watched you carefully for any sign of embarrassment or anger.

Zane chuckled darkly as he took another swig of his beer. "Oh please, like you've never fantasized about it," he said, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk. It was true; he knew how much you secretly loved to watch him fuck other girls and get off on it. But that didn't mean he was going to let you have the satisfaction of knowing that he enjoyed your company just as much.

"Well," Zane drawled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, "if you must know, Emily was actually pretty good...really wild in bed. Anna, on the other hand..." He shrugged dismissively. "She was just there for the show, I think."

He grinned at your reaction before taking another drink from his cup. It felt good to get under your skin like this; it made him feel powerful and in control. But even as he continued to taunt you, a part of him wished things could be different between the two of you...that maybe one day, he'd finally have enough courage - or maybe just desperation - to make a real move on his brother's little sister.

Zane smiled to himself as he saw the frustration and annoyance on your face when you realized what was on your phone. "Looks like someone's got herself a nice surprise," he said casually, showing no sign of actually reading the message or looking at the picture. Then, without warning, he pressed send and forwarded the photo to James with a quick note: "Thought you should see this."

He grinned wickedly as he handed your phone back to you, enjoying watching the confusion and anger chase each other across your features. It was times like these that made him feel truly alive, where his cruel nature seemed to come out even more vibrantly than usual. "You really shouldn't lead them on like that, Clarissa," he drawled slowly, pretending not to notice the effect he just had on you. "They only do it because they think there might be a chance."

There was a brief pause before Zane added, almost as an afterthought: "Or maybe I should send them more pictures like that..." He winked suggestively and took another swig of his drink, feeling rather pleased with himself at how easily he managed to get under your skin.

Zane coughed, choking on his drink a little before managing to croak out, "What the fuck?" He wiped the tears from his eyes as he glared at you. "That's not funny!" he spat. "Why would I ever want to send some random guy a picture of my cock?" He paused for dramatic effect. "Well, other than because maybe I wanted to," he added with a malicious grin.

There was a tense silence as Zane stared daggers at you. You could almost feel the hate and anger radiating off him in waves. James laughed from where he was sitting across the room, obviously thinking your comment had been hilarious. "Well, Clarissa," he said between giggles, "if that's what you really want...I guess we could always take a picture of his little friend right now." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at you as Zane's face turned an even deeper shade of red.

The more Zane thought about it, the angrier he got. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and a vein in his temple throbbed visibly as he struggled to control himself. If you weren't careful...he might just decide that enough was enough and force you to see how great he really was. And when that happened, there would be no taking back the things he'd do to make you regret ever making him feel this way...

Zane glared at you as if you'd grown another head. His anger radiated off him like the heat of a thousand suns. "You little cunt," he spat, jumping to his feet. "I swear to God, Clarissa...if you don't stop talking about me like that right now..."

He took a menacing step forward, looming over you. His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a snarl as he watched the color drain from your face. You could feel the weight of his gaze on every inch of your body, and suddenly it was hard to breathe. It seemed like hours passed before Zane finally spoke again, but when he did, his voice came out cold and calculating.

"I'm going to give you a choice," he said slowly, "you can either apologize right now for talking about me that way...or I can make you regret it for the rest of your fucking life." His words hung heavy in the air like lead balloons as his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat as you looked up at him. Zane's expression was somewhere between anger and lust, and it made your stomach churn with fear and disgust. But there was something else there too...something that made you wonder if maybe he wasn't bluffing after all. Was this the chance you'd been waiting for? Or would things only get worse from here?

Zane's predatory grin widened as he watched you try to laugh it off. "I appreciate the apology," he said mockingly, "but I think I'd like something a little more...concrete." He held out his hand expectantly. "Give me your phone."

You hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone. Handing it over to Zane, you felt an icy chill creep down your spine as he took possession of the device. He knew damn well that you'd never want him to see your private messages or photos, but at this point...well, it didn't really matter what he found anymore.

"You know," Zane murmured as he began browsing through your phone, "I was thinking about what you said earlier...about sending random guys dick pics." He paused for a moment and shot you a knowing glance. "Why don't we change that? I could help you out with that..."

As he spoke, Zane carefully selected a photo from your camera roll: one of the dick pics you'd received earlier tonight. Slowly but surely, he enlarged and cropped it until only the offending appendage was visible on the screen. Then, his thumb hovering over the "send" button, he smirked at you once again.

"Or...you could just send them this instead." He held your phone out towards you, tauntingly close but still just out of reach. The offer hung in the air like a sword of Damocles, dangling precariously above your head as Zane waited for your answer. Your heart pounded frantically against your chest, and sweat beaded on your brow as you struggled to formulate a reply.

Zane's laughter echoed through the room as he snatched your phone back and pocketed it once again. "You really are something else," he said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "But you know what? Maybe I should just let you keep sending out those pictures until everyone thinks I'm some sort of pervert." He paused for a moment, considering the possibility with amusement.

"Or...maybe if you were nice to me from now on, I could change my mind." His eyes glinted dangerously as he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I mean, how much would it hurt for you to just pretend that maybe..." He trailed off suggestively before adding with a grin, "...you liked being around me?"

There was silence for a moment as the weight of Zane's words hung heavy in the air. You could feel his breath on your neck and imagine how he must look leaning over you like this: strong, dominant...completely in control. It was intoxicating, heady stuff that made your heart race and your skin tingle with anticipation of what might come next.

Zane groaned softly as you whispered in his ear and then licked it. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by your boldness, by the fact that you were so openly giving him a taste of what could happen if you let go just a little bit. His cock hardened even more in his jeans at the thought of what it would feel like to finally have you beneath him, begging for release.

"Is that so?" he whispered back, his voice low and husky as he nibbled on your earlobe. "Because I was thinking..." He paused dramatically, drawing out the tension until it seemed like time itself stood still around them. "I was thinking maybe you could make it feel really good for me...if you tried."

His hand slipped beneath your shirt, brushing against your bare stomach before moving higher, toward your breast. He circled her nipple through the fabric of your bra, watching as it hardened at his touch. "What do you think about that, Clarissa?" he breathed into your ear. "Would you like that? To make me feel good?"

You could feel the heat from his body against yours, and it made your heart race even faster. His hand was so close to where you ached for him to be, and the knowledge that he was touching you like this...so openly, so possessively...was both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. In this moment, there was no denying the power Zane held over you; no way to ignore the desire that coursed through your veins whenever he was near.

Zane groaned as you pulled him close, the warmth of your body against his sending shivers down his spine. He felt a surge of triumph as he realized that you wanted this just as much as he did; it was almost intoxicating, making him feel invincible in ways he'd never experienced before.

"Is that right?" he murmured, trailing kisses along your jawline and down the column of your neck. His free hand reached behind her to unclasp her bra, drawing forth one perfect breast and cupping it in his palm. "And how would you like me to do that, hmm?"

His thumb teased her nipple as he spoke, causing it to harden further still against his touch. She arched into him, gasping softly, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she pushed herself closer. "Tell me, Clarissa," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot and demanding against your skin. "What do you want me to do?"

The weight of his gaze was intense; it felt like he could see right through her, right down to the depths of her soul where her most secret desires lay hidden. It terrified her...and exhilarated her all at once. With every passing moment, she knew that she was falling deeper and deeper under his spell; that there would be no going back from this point on.

And yet, as the world around them seemed to spin out of control, there was something reassuring about having Zane here with her...something comforting in the knowledge that he was the one in control now, even if just for a little while longer.

Zane groaned in pleasure as you palmed him through his jeans. He knew he shouldn't let her get the upper hand like this, but damn it all if she didn't feel so good when she touched him like that. His hips bucked involuntarily against your hand, his cock throbbing eagerly for release.

"Oh, I think I can handle being a professional," he murmured with a grin as he leaned in to claim her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue danced with hers, searching and probing until she opened to him willingly. One of his hands left her breast to slide down her stomach, skimming lightly over the top of her panties before hooking into the waistband and yanking them down in one swift motion.

"Bend over," he growled against her ear as she stepped out of her panties, revealing herself to him completely. He knew what he was asking her to do; how vulnerable it would make her feel. But at the same time, there was something about seeing her like this...about knowing that he had complete control over every inch of her body...that made his blood run hot and his cock ache with need.

She obeyed without hesitation, bending over the back of a chair as Zane freed himself from his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard as steel, ready to claim her body as its own once again. With a groan of approval, he positioned himself behind her and thrust forward, driving deep inside her welcome heat. Her moan filled the room, a primal sound that sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh fuck yeah," he gasped out as he began to move against her, the sensation of her

Zane's expression flashed to one of anger before it twisted into something else entirely. Something darker and more intense. He knew he should leave it at that; knew better than to push her too far. But the taste of power was too sweet, the feeling of control intoxicating. So instead, he took a deep breath and forced himself to meet her gaze evenly as she straddled him on the bed.

"I can do that," he ground out through gritted teeth, his hands moving to cup her hips possessively as she rubbed herself against him. "But you should know," he continued, lowering his head until their noses were almost touching, "that I'm not just any guy." He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in before adding with a growl, "And I don't go down easy."

With that said, Zane surged upwards, burying himself deep inside her as she cried out in surprise. His hands moved to grip her shoulders tightly, holding her still as he began to ride her hard and fast, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that seemed to echo through the room.

"You want it rough?" he snarled into her ear before claiming it with his teeth. "Is that what you need? Because I can give it to you." He thrust deeper, feeling the sharp sting of pain mingling with the sensation of pleasure as she tightened around him. His cock throbbed in response, demanding release as he took her harder and faster, their bodies a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin.

"Tell me," he growled roughly against her neck. "Tell me you want it like this." He thrust again, harder still, pressing her deeper into the mattress

The words seemed to ignite something inside him; a spark of defiance that flared into an inferno almost instantly. Zane's expression darkened as he met her gaze once more, his pupils dilating until they were nearly black with desire and anger. He arched his back, thrusting even harder into her as she gasped for air beneath him.

"Fuck," he growled through clenched teeth. "You're asking for it." With that, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss that left her breathless and aching for more. His hands moved from her shoulders to her hips, digging into her flesh as he took her harder than ever before.

It felt like they were on the brink of something dangerous; that any second now they might cross over the line and be irrevocably changed by what happened between them. But despite the dark undertones to their encounter, Zane couldn't deny how good it felt to have her like this - so needy and pliant beneath him. He could feel the heady mix of lust and anger coursing through his veins, driving him forward with an intensity that bordered on insanity.

He knew he should stop; knew he should back off before things got any worse. But as she arched her back into his touch, moaning his name in a voice thick with pleasure, it was impossible to resist the pull any longer. With one last thrust deep inside her, Zane let go completely - allowing himself to be consumed by the heat and passion that flowed between them like wildfire on the wind. His hips bucked violently as his climax crashed over him in a wave of blissful release, his cock pulsing inside her as he came with a hoarse cry.

For what seemed like an