Page 86 of Pure Vengeance

That’s because it’s your secret too, you jackass.

I’ve just finished putting my room together when there’s a commotion downstairs. I hear some guys shouting andcomplaining, and I hurry out of my room and downstairs to see what is going on.

TheAlpha Omega Phifrat brothers are all lined up in our living room, and the head of accommodation is there. “I don’t care what the reason is, they have to stay here tonight because their house has been zoned off as a crime scene until tomorrow. They can’t sleep on the street.”

Richard motions to the living room. “Then they can all sleep here.”

“You have spare beds in each room; you can accommodate them,” the head says. “That’s the last I will hear of it. Goodnight, boys.”

Richard looks up at me and frowns. I shrug, not sure what he expects. There are consequences to every action, and it’s not like they stopped me from calling the cops. As frustrating as this is, we are going to have to deal with it.

“Noah, your stepbrother can room with you.”

“There isn’t a spare bed in my room,” I point out.

“Suck it up, you’re brothers,” Richard says.

Adrian walks toward me. I see he’s not carrying anything, which means they wouldn’t let the guys even pack a bag. It’s rather amusing. In a weird way.

Adrian walks back into my room and looks around. Noticing the painting, he pulls a face. He sits on the bed, and an awkward silence falls between us. I shut the door and glare at him. “Anything you want to say?”

“Thanks for calling the cops on us jerkwad.” His tone is bitter. “Never would’ve pegged you as a crybaby.”

I frown. “I’m not a crybaby, I just get my own back.” I feel the anger simmering beneath my skin. Almost at surface level, it makes me hot.

Adrian stands up. “You didn’t need to involve the cops.”

“You didn’t need to trash my room and threaten me,” I hiss, stepping toward him.

He frowns and steps toward me as well, his anger visible on his face. “You’re the one who started all this.”

“How did I start this?” I ask, gesturing around. “You guys started this stupid prank war, and now we’re stuck sharing a room for the night. What could possibly start that?”

“Your stupid kiss,” Adrian says, his visage crumbling. “Why did you do that?”

I keep my face straight. “It was just a kiss, Adrian.”

“Don’t call me Adrian,” he says.

“Adrian,” I say again.

He lunges for me and pushes me against the wall. Our faces are inches apart.

“Adrian,” I say again softly.

He leans in and kisses me deeply, his tongue licking at my lips. I part them and kiss him back. I want him to feel my rage. I grab his hair in my hand and yank his head back so I can kiss along his jaw up to his ear.

“I can do so much more than a kiss,” I growl into his ear in a heated whisper.

Adrian shivers, and his muscles ripple as a result. “Fuck you,” he says.

I push him back, onto the bed and straddle his hips. “Watch your fucking mouth,” I breathe as I kiss him again.

He tries to push me off, but I don’t budge, sliding a hand between us to grope his cock through his gray sweatpants. He’s already hard when I touch him. He’s aroused. Which just pisses me off even more. I bite his lip and draw blood.

“Ow,” he groans, “you fucker.”

I suck on his lip, enjoying the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. His blood.

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