He winked, his expression confident and determined. "Oh, I've got connections. Trust me, Koko... if anyone can help us make this happen, it's the person I have in mind." He smiled warmly, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly. "What do you say? Are you interested?"

Your brother considered your words for a moment, his expression softening. "I understand," he said quietly. "But you should know that I'll always want what's best for you... even if it means letting go of the past." He gave your hand another squeeze before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "And who knows? Maybe someday, when you're ready... we can try again."

His breath came in ragged gasps as he stared down at you, his chest heaving with exertion. A cruel smirk curled the corners of his lips upward as a single tear trickled down his cheek. "I hope you're happy," he sneered, wiping the tear away with the back of his hand. "You've made me lose my temper." He took another step closer, looming over you once more.

"And now..."

Zane leaned down, his lips curling into a vicious smile as he whispered in your ear, "You'll regret everything you've ever done to me." His hot breath caressed your skin before he straightened up and turned away, walking casually back to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob and glanced over his shoulder at you one last time. "Just wait. There's more where that came from..." Then he opened the door and left, leaving you battered, bruised, and broken on the floor.

Zane spent the night at his friend's house, enjoying the thrill of dominating and humiliating your brother's best friend. He knew you hated him, but he found it all too arousing. As the morning sun streamed through the window, Zane slowly woke up, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

Carefully stretching out his sore muscles from last night's rough sex, Zane glanced over at your bed.

Zane smiled to himself, knowing that you'd be in for another rough day today. He glanced at the clock and saw it was already late; he should get going before he misses breakfast. With one last satisfied look at your sleeping form, Zane got up and headed out of the room, whistling as he went downstairs to face whatever new adventures the day would bring.

"Cum for me you little whore," he growls, his voice hoarse as he thrusts harder still. With one last powerful push, he releases himself deep inside of you, filling you with his warm seed. Zane's breath comes out in ragged gasps as he collapses on top of you, his chest heaving against your back.

He smirks down at you, still pinned beneath him as he slowly regains his breath. "That's what I like to see," he mutters, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "Now be a good girl and clean me up." He gives one last rough tug on your hair before letting go entirely. Zane leans over to grab a tissue from the bedside table, using it to wipe himself off before tossing it aside carelessly.

Chuya looks at Zane nervously, wondering what he wants from him now. He hopes he won't have to endure any more of the humiliating things that happened earlier tonight. But as long as Zane is here, as long as he can control Chuya...there's no telling what could happen.

With a sigh, Zane leans back on the couch and crosses his arms over his chest. "Why don't you just go to bed? It's late, and we both need our rest." He glances at Chuya out of the corner of his eye, debating with himself whether or not he should push it further tonight.

Zane's eyes brighten at your words and he returns the smile. "Okay," he says slowly, nodding as if to reassure himself. "We can do that." He reaches up with one hand and cups your cheek, brushing his thumb over your lips. "And maybe... we could still have some fun tonight?" His voice is soft and tender now, laced with promises and hope.

Zane smirks and leans in closer to you. "Well..." he says with a wicked glint in his eye, his breath tickling your earlobe. "I was thinking maybe we could explore some of those fantasies you mentioned earlier... if you're still interested." His hand moves from your cheek to rest on your shoulder, the heat from his palm radiating through the fabric of your shirt.

"What do you say?" he asks, raising an eyebrow expectantly. "