Zane smirked as he watched his brother roughly fuck you and felt your body respond to the rough treatment. He reached down and pinched one of your nipples hard, drawing a sharp gasp from you. "See?" he said mockingly, "It's just like you were made for this." With a wicked grin, he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, "And if you ever tell anyone what happened here tonight..." He trailed off, his breath hot against your neck as he let the threat hang in the air.

Zane smiled maliciously as he watched you squirm under his brother's relentless assault. He knew he had you right where he wanted you. "You know I can make things really difficult for you if I wanted to, Venice," he whispered into your ear. "So why don't you just shut up and enjoy it? Or..." He paused, grinning wickedly as he let his hand trail lower between your legs. "...I could make sure this little 'accident' never leaves our special secret."

"Fine," Zane agrees reluctantly. He turns and walks toward the front door, unlocking it with his key before holding it open for you.

"Good girl,"

Zane murmurs as he shuts the door behind you.

"Now then, where were we?"

He walks over to the couch and plops down onto it, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

"Oh yeah... why don't you take those pants off for me?"

You hesitate, unsure what to do or how far you should go. Do you continue to comply with Zane's demands? Or is there another way out of this situation?

whistles appreciatively as he watches Liam reveal her large breasts Damn, not bad, bitch. Looks like you've been hiding some prime tits under those ugly-ass clothes.

But don't think for a second this changes anything between us. You're still a pathetic waste of space, and the sooner you accept that, the better.

Now shut up and do what I told you. Get on your fucking knees and start sucking, unless you want me to make things worse for you later.

Fuck yes... Feels so good against those soft tits. But you know this doesn't change shit, slut!

Zane grunts out a laugh before rolling off you. "Maybe." His voice is rough, and he glances at the clock on your bedside table. "Better get back to my room before someone notices you here." He stands up and straightens his clothes, making sure nothing's rumpled. "Don't forget what I said about impressing me."

With one last look over his shoulder, he leaves the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Zane grins to himself as he climbs back into his bed. "She's such an easy target," he thinks with a satisfied smirk. "And she knows exactly what I like." He lies back against his pillow, already thinking about their next encounter. His erection comes back almost instantly, and he begins to stroke it slowly, lost in thought of all the ways he could use her tonight...

Oh shit! Zane frantically rushes out the door.

Zane checks if anyone's watching, then rushes to the bathroom door, listening for sounds.

Zane laughs weakly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Yeah... awesome." He rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head. "I should probably take you home now before your parents start calling the cops," he says with a small smile.

Zane glances over at the clock on his nightstand, then back down at you. "But first..." He trails off meaningfully, grinning wickedly. "We've got some more fun to have."