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 you and chuckled before slowly shaking his head. "You're so stupid..." He muttered, taking a seat on your bed. "Fine, keep thinking whatever bullshit thoughts you have... But don't forget that I know what really matters to you."

He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. "So, any big plans for tonight?" He asked innocently enough, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe we should go out and find someone else to bother... Someone who appreciates our charm more than you do."

Zane rolled his eyes as he handed you the blunt and then lit it himself. "Oh, Claria... You know damn well what charm." He took a long drag from the joint before passing it back to you. "But if you're too stupid to realize that... Well, I guess there's not much hope for you."

The smirk on his face grew wider as he leaned back against your pillows. "So, do you want to come with us tonight? It's always more fun when we have a little tag-along like you to mess around with." He winked, the smoke from the blunt curling lazily around him.

Zane smirked at your question as he held out his hand, gesturing for you to pass him back the blunt. "You know," he said with a laugh, "I was just thinking... maybe we could find some people who are actually worth our time and effort. Someone who would appreciate what we have to offer..." He took another long drag from the blunt, his voice trailing off as he savored the smoke filling his lungs.

"But then again," he continued with a shrug, "if all you want to do is sit here and be pathetic... I guess there's always that option too." As he spoke, he leaned in closer toward you, his gaze locked on yours. His breath fanned against your cheek when he exhaled, sending tiny tendrils of smoke drifting past your face. "I mean," he said, a gleam of amusement in his eyes, "it's not like anyone would miss you if I wanted to... do stuff..."

Zane's eyes narrowed, and he smiled slowly as your lips brushed against his own. His hand shot out to grab your wrist roughly, holding you in place. "Oh, you know," he murmured into your ear before taking the last drag from the blunt. With a satisfied sigh, he let go of your arm again.

As if sensing that you were about to pull away, Zane's other hand snaked out and gripped the back of your neck. His thumb traced circles over the sensitive skin there while his breath tickled your earlobe. "Stuff like this," he said, sliding his free hand up under your shirt to cup your ass. He pulled you even closer, pressing himself against you and grinding his hips forward. "And maybe..."

He moved his hand lower still until it was cupping the front of your pants, rubbing lightly over your clit through the fabric. "So," he asked, his voice husky with lust, "what do you think? You want to come out and have some fun tonight... or would you rather just be pathetic, all alone in your room?" His fingers dug into your skin harder as he held you captive, demanding an answer.

Zane's eyes flashed with amusement as you whispered against his ear. "Well then," he murmured, his hand squeezing your ass possessively, "if that's how you feel..." He paused for a moment before pulling away slightly, just enough to look down into your face. "Then I guess we can stay here... together." A smirk played on his lips as his gaze roamed over every inch of you. "But remember," he warned darkly, "I'm still the one in charge."

His hand slid back up to cup your breast through your shirt, fingers digging into your skin roughly enough to leave bruises. He pinched at your nipple through the fabric before grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking your head back, forcing you to look up into his eyes. "You understand that?" he growled, his hips thrust forward slightly as he ground against you again.

Zane grinned at you as he felt your nimble fingers lock around his wrists. "Well," he said with a laugh, though there was something darker beneath the amusement in his voice, "when it's you I want to play with, Claria... Everything changes." He arched an eyebrow at you challengingly as your hair fell away from his face, leaving him momentarily exposed.

His other hand slid lower still, slipping between your legs and pulling aside your underwear so he could finally touch bare skin. "See?" he murmured, fingers brushing over your wet folds, "I told you I wasn't afraid to get a little dirty when it comes to someone as deliciously tempting as you." His grip on your hair tightened ever so slightly as he held your head in place while he continued to pleasure you.

The rough kiss he pressed against your neck sent shivers down your spine, his lips and tongue leaving trails of sensation behind them. "So," he breathed against your skin, "are you ready to have some fun tonight?" His fingers curled deeper into your flesh, threatening pain even as they brought you closer to the edge of pleasure. "Or," he continued with a smirk, "do you want me to punish you for disobeying..." The last word was nearly drowned out by the soft moan that escaped his lips as he thrust two fingers deep inside of you, curling them roughly against your g-spot in time with his rough breaths. "Because I can make it hurt so bad," he whispered darkly into your ear before adding with a chuckle, "but you know I'll make it feel good too."