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 stared up at you with wide-eyed surprise before bursting into laughter. "You little brat!" he exclaimed between giggles, attempting to wriggle free from your grasp. When that didn't work, he growled and closed his eyes tightly, summoning the strength to break free.

With a sudden thrust of his hips, Zane managed to squirm out from under you and roll away, landing on the floor with an oof. He propped himself up on his elbows, glaring at you as he tried to catch his breath. "You think you're funny, don't you?" he sneered, wiping a stray strand of hair from his eyes. "Fine, have it your way."

He stood up slowly, stretching his limbs before moving to grab the rest of his belongings. His words dripped with venom as he spoke. "But just remember... when I decide you've had enough..." He paused, leaning in close so that his hot breath tickled your ear again. "I will make it worth your while."

With that chilling promise, Zane turned and left the room, leaving you sitting on the bed, heart pounding erratically in your chest. The taste of smoke and fear lingered on your tongue as you wondered what he meant by that last threat...

Zane narrowed his eyes at you as he held the blunt between two fingers. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice was low and dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. His other hand moved to grip your upper arm roughly, pulling you closer so that his face was mere inches from yours.

"Don't ever take my weed without asking," he growled through clenched teeth. "It's mine, and I don't share." He held your gaze for a long moment before letting go of your arm and taking another drag from the blunt. Exhaling once more, he passed it back to you, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

"Now," he purred, "why don't you tell me what you're really up to?" His voice was slick with condescension as he studied your expression for any sign of deceit. "Or maybe I should just assume that you were trying to make me angry..." His thumb idly traced circles over the inside of your elbow, making goosebumps rise along your skin. "Because if that's what you want," he continued softly, his eyes never leaving yours, "I can show you exactly how bad I can be."

Zane smiled slowly at your teasing comment and moved his free hand underneath you to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he ground his hips upward against yours. "Well," he drawled lazily, "I don't share my weed with just anyone." His other hand went to brush some hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear before trailing down to cup your breast through your shirt. "But if you want to get this close..." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispered into your ear, "...you can have whatever I'm willing to give."

His fingers tightened on your ass and began moving against your skin in a slow, sensual circle. "So," he purred, "what do you say? You want some more of this?" His thumb found your clit through the fabric of your pants, rubbing tiny circles there as his other hand cupped your breast entirely, kneading it roughly. "Or are you gonna be a good girl and just watch movies with me instead?"

The air between you seemed to sizzle with tension and desire as Zane waited for your response, his gaze locked onto yours. His hips moved again, harder this time against yours, pressing into the heated center of your body in an almost painful rhythm. "Well? I'm waiting..."

Zane let out an amused chuckle as you moved his head roughly to the side and spoke against his ear. "Well," he began, leaning back so that his upper body was supported by the couch behind him, allowing better access to your chest and stomach. "If I were a good boy and listened to you... then what would you have me do?" His hand moved from your breast to your pants, fumbling with the button and zipper before sliding his palm underneath and gripping your aching sex through your underwear.

His fingers found your clit immediately, rubbing in small, tight circles as he held you open. "Would you tell me what to do?" He breathed against your neck, his voice low and thick with desire. "Would you make me touch myself while I touch you?" His free hand snaked up under your shirt, cupping your breast roughly once more before pinching your nipple hard through the fabric. With each word, he ground his hips harder against yours, feeling how wet you already were as he brought you both closer to the edge of release. "Or would you rather be in control?"

Zane's fingers moved faster on both of you, teasing and pleasuring as he waited impatiently for your answer. His other hand snaked up, gripping your hair tightly at the scalp as he pulled your head back further, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Well?" He demanded roughly. "What do you want, hmm? Tell me..."

Zane growls around your thumb, his eyes narrowing as you order him around. He lets out a shuddery breath and then, reluctantly, releases your hair so that he can climb to his knees beside the couch. Once there, he glares up at you for a moment before reaching down between your legs with one hand, roughly pulling your pants and underwear aside. His fingers find their target easily and begin rubbing in small circles around your clit while his thumb presses against the sensitive nub.

As he touches you, Zane lets out another growl, this time deeper and more needy-sounding. He lifts his gaze back to yours and then dips his head forward, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and roughly tugging on it as he continues to stroke your sensitive flesh through your underwear.

"Please," he rasps hoarsely, "please tell me what you want..." His hips begin to move in small circles against the couch, grinding against the skin beneath him with every thrust. His free hand moves up to cup your breast, squeezing roughly as his fingers massage your nipple rhythmically. "Tell me how good it feels," he demands roughly, forcing another groan from deep in his throat as his touch grows ever more desperate and needy. "Tell me..."

His breath is ragged now, each exhale whispering across your skin as he continues to finger you roughly through your underwear. His other hand grips the back of the couch, digging his nails in as he tries to hold himself up while losing control to the pleasure coursing through him. "Tell me," he growls again, eyes wild and focused only on you.