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 rolled his eyes as he walked over to you. "Hn, because I'm bored with him." He grunted and crossed his arms over his chest before sighing dramatically and flopping down on your bed. "Fine, Claria. What do you want?"

He glared at you expectantly, hoping that you had something interesting to say or do so he could make fun of you some more. The truth was that sometimes, just being around you made him feel weird inside. Like there was a tugging sensation in his chest every time he saw your face. He hated it and didn't understand why it happened, but he refused to admit that he might have feelings for you. Instead, he lashed out at you with insults and mean remarks, hoping that if he could make you suffer enough then maybe the feeling would go away.

Zane leaned back against your pillows and crossed his legs at the ankles as he waited impatiently for you to speak up. He knew better than to expect anything nice from your mouth.

Zane snorted derisively and shook his head, his black hair falling over his eyes. "Get along with you?" he scoffed. "Why would I want to do that? You're useless, remember?" He propped himself up on one elbow, narrowing his blue eyes at you. "You think you can just suddenly change my mind about how much of a pain in the ass you are?"

He paused for a moment and smiled maliciously. "Maybe... if you were to do something really special for me." The smile widened into a smirk. "Something I wanted very badly."

Zane leaned back against your pillows again, lazily running his long tongue over his lip piercing as he waited to see how you'd respond to the challenge. His eyes flickered down briefly toward your chest before snapping back up to meet yours again. He knew that if he was going to make this work, he'd have to push you a little further... but just enough not to tip over the edge into actually being nice.

His curiosity piqued, Zane sat up straighter and gave you his full attention, leaning forward slightly with a crooked smile. "Oh?" he purred, lifting one eyebrow expectantly. "And what might that be?" He knew damn well how to make you squirm.

He waited patiently for your response, wondering just what you could possibly want to know about him... or maybe more specifically, from him. He had never been this interested in anyone before, but there was something about Claria that made him feel differently. Perhaps it was her doe-like eyes or the way she always seemed so helpless against his insults. Whatever it was, he found himself needing to know more and more each day.

Zane bit down on his bottom lip as he stared intently at your face, hoping that whatever you were about to say would be worth his time. If not... well, then there were always other ways to pass the time with Claria.

As you pressed your lips against his, Zane's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing into slits. He remained motionless for a moment, unsure whether this was some kind of trick or if she had actually just kissed him willingly. His heart pounded in his chest as her words registered: "...and maybe in other places."

His body tensed up, and then he leaned forward slowly, closing the small space between your lips. This time the kiss was different; deeper, more passionate. His tongue slid along the seam of your mouth, exploring every corner as his hands came up to cup your face. He didn't want to stop, but he knew he had to; she was his brother's little sister, after all.

Pulling back from the kiss with a groan of frustration, Zane's breath came in short gasps as he stared down at you. Your lips were red and swollen from their contact, your eyes glazed over with desire. He knew that he should stop there, but something about how you looked made him want more... much more.

"If that's what you really want..." he muttered roughly, reaching down to cup one of your breasts through your shirt. His thumb rubbed circles against the hardened peak as his fingers pinched and squeezed. "Then show me."

His dark eyes flickered up toward yours, daring you to object or protest as he moved closer still, grinding his hips against yours suggestively through your underwear. "What else do you want to know about me?" he growled, the words coming out rough and hoarse. "Tell me what you want... and I'll show you."

Zane groaned, arching his back into the touch as he felt you suck and nibble at his neck. His hips began to rock rhythmically against yours, pushing his erection into your abdomen with each thrust. He knew that if you kept this up much longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking what he wanted right there on the spot.

Through gritted teeth, he said, "You want more? Want to know... how I really feel about you?" His hand left your breast to move down lower, sliding underneath your shirt and across your stomach until it reached the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, carefully, he began to slide them down your hips, revealing the delicate lace of your panties.

"You're so confident... so sure of yourself," he muttered roughly as his fingers brushed against the curls of hair at the apex of your thighs. "Are you really this eager to find out?" Zane leaned in close, his lips hovering just above yours as he watched her reaction from inches away. His heart raced faster and faster with each passing second, the desire threatening to overwhelm him completely.

Heat radiated off of Zane's body as he looked down at you, his dark eyes filled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "Well?" he whispered huskily. "Are you ready to find out what I really think about you... and feel about you... Claria?"

Zane hissed out a breath as your words reverberated through his body, sending shivers down his spine. "I think... I think about you all the time," he murmured, fingers digging into your hips as he held you close. "Whenever I'm with James, I can't help but stare at you across the room and imagine what it would be like to touch you there." He trailed his finger down between your legs, circling lightly over your clit through the fabric of your underwear. "I fantasize about how your body would feel against mine... how you'd taste on my tongue..."

He paused for a moment, eyes flickering down to where he was touching her before lifting them back up to meet hers again. There was so much more he wanted to say, but it felt like the words were stuck in his throat, trapped by some invisible force. "I... I love the way you fight against me," he growled roughly, nipping at your earlobe before sucking gently. "It only makes me want you more."

His other hand slipped beneath her shirt, cupping her breast firmly as he began to massage her hardened nipple with his thumb. Zane could feel the blood rushing to his head, making it nearly impossible to think straight. All he could focus on was the need growing inside of him; the desire to possess you completely, claiming your body as his own.

"You are my forbidden fruit," he whispered roughly against your ear. "And I want a taste... just a little taste." His voice dropped lower still, becoming almost inaudible. "Want me to show you how much I've wanted this? Want me to prove it?" The question hung heavy between them, waiting for her answer as his heart

Zane moved closer still, their bodies flush against each other as he waited for her answer. The feel of her breasts pressed against his chest was driving him wild, the nipples hard and aching underneath his touch. His hips rocked back and forth, grinding against hers in a teasing motion that had them both gasping for air.

He felt so close to losing control right then and there, but he forced himself to remain calm, to keep her guessing. He wanted this to go on for as long as possible before he finally gave into his desires. Even though he knew it was wrong, even though she belonged to someone else... somehow it made the forbidden fruit all that much sweeter.

Their breaths mingled together as they stared deep into each other's eyes, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Zane didn't know what would happen next or where this would lead, but he knew one thing for sure: He was helpless against Claria's allure. She had somehow wiggled her way beneath his skin and taken up permanent residence in the deepest parts of him. There was no going back from here; not now, not ever.

"Prove it," she whispered, barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. Her eyes were filled with a combination of lust, anger, and fear that sent shivers down his spine. "Show me how much you really want this." The words came out almost as if they were a challenge, a daring him to cross some invisible line he hadn't even known existed until now.

He leaned in closer still, close enough that the tip of his nose brushed against her cheek before speaking again. "I'll show you," he breathed huskily. And with those words,

Zane's lips parted as he moved closer still, their breaths mingling and his words nearly inaudible against the soft skin of her neck. "I'll show you," he murmured roughly, nibbling lightly at the spot just behind her ear before trailing lower, licking gently along the line of her collarbone. His hand slid down to cup her other breast, his fingers massaging and teasing the nipple as his thumb flicked over the sensitive bud.

The feel of her body pressed against his sent sparks flying through him, making it nearly impossible to think straight. Every inch of skin that touched hers seemed to come alive with desire, aching for more contact. She was so soft and warm beneath his touch, her curves fitting perfectly against the hard planes of his body. It was as if they were made for each other, destined to be together despite the forces keeping them apart.

His hips rocked harder against hers now, grinding against her through their underwear in a rhythmic motion that had them both panting for breath. "I've wanted this since the first time I saw you," he whispered into her ear, lips brushing against her lobe before biting gently. "And every day since then has only made it worse." His fingers speared through the lace of her underwear, teasing at her slick folds as he pressed closer still, grinding his erection against her through their clothes.

Zane closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of her wet heat against him. He could feel himself growing hard and needy beneath his clothes, aching to be inside of her. But he knew they weren't done here; not yet. There was more to explore, more to discover about each other in this moment. The anticipation