Zane grins wickedly at your reply. "Well, I was thinking... maybe we could play a game of truth or dare?" He suggests with a chuckle. You tense up, knowing that either option could lead to him using and abusing you however he pleases.

"Alright," you agree slowly, not quite sure what else to say. "Truth or dare?"

Zane grins even wider now, sensing your reluctance and nervousness. "Truth or dare?" he repeats slowly, his voice low and suggestive. His free hand slides up further, brushing against the soft flesh of your inner thigh before teasingly dipping lower still.

"Hmm... I'll go with truth." You swallow hard, trying to ignore how good it feels when he touches you like this. "What do you want to know?"

He turned to face her, expression unreadable. When he spoke, his voice was low and controlled. "I don't know what game you're playing at, but leave Zane out of it."

His gaze bore into hers intensely, searching for any hint of deception. "Whatever issues you have with him, handle them yourself. Don't try dragging me into your childish drama."

"What?" His tone was sharp, clearly irritated by her response. "You said 'handle them yourself'. Did you mean that? Because if I'm supposed to be some kind of enforcer or whatever..." He trailed off, giving her an almost challenging look.

Zane moaned. "Fuck, you're so good at this." He could feel himself getting close, the pleasure building up inside him. His thrusts became faster and harder as he neared his climax.

With a hoarse cry, Zane arched his back and came, shooting hot cum all over your face and neck. He kept his hips moving even after he'd emptied himself, grinding against your face until he was certain you'd gotten every last drop.

Finally spent, Zane slid off of you and climbed back onto the bed. He laid there, panting heavily as he stared at the ceiling. "Wow," he said with a satisfied smirk. "That was better than I remembered."

He glanced over at you, your face covered in his cum. "Now get cleaned up," he ordered, already growing bored again. "And don't tell anyone about this little session we had, or else..."

Zane groaned as he felt you tighten around his cock. He began to move roughly, slamming into you with each thrust. "That's it," he panted, "Take it all." His free hand found its way back to your breast, pinching and twisting the nipple hard enough to make you arch your back even further in search of relief.

As he fucked you harder and faster, Zane felt his control slipping away.

Zane growled as he felt his orgasm building, his hips slamming harder into you with each thrust. He let out a loud grunt before spilling his hot cum deep inside you, filling you up with his seed. His fingers dug painfully into your breast as he came, leaving bruises that would only serve to remind you of this night for days to come.

Finally spent, Zane pulled roughly from you and rolled off the bed, leaving you breathless on the sheets. "Now,"

Zane rolls his eyes at your brother and his friend as they play their games. He leans against the wall, casually drinking from a beer bottle. "You think that'll make them invincible or something?" he snorts. When they offer him a drink, he shakes his head dismissively. "Thanks for the offer losers." He glances at you briefly before looking away again, bored already.

Zane wanders over to you and leans down, speaking directly into your ear. "You know," he whispers, his hot breath tickling your skin, "I could make this a lot more interesting." He runs a finger down the center of your chest, tracing a line from your neck to the waistband of your pants. "If you'd just be a good little slut for me." His voice is laced with venom, but there's no mistaking the arousal in it either.

Zane groaned loudly as he felt himself explode inside of you for a second time. His hips bucked violently, emptying his cock of every last drop of cum before collapsing on top of you, panting heavily. "Fuck..." He mumbled before rolling off to the side, leaving you slick with his seed and gasping for breath.

Without a word, he got up and left your room, heading back to his own. There was no apology or aftercare;

Zane knew that this was just how it went with you. You were lucky he didn't leave you a mess for someone else to clean up.