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“Oooh, tough guy.” He moves a little closer and pins me to the counter. I’m bigger than him, but in this moment, I’m scared. I’ve seen him get violent. I’ve seen him cut himself open just to watch blood drip onto a canvas. My stepbrother is fucking psychotic, even if my parents don’t know to what extent.

“Leave me alone,” I say, moving to shift away from him.

He grabs my throat and grips it. I choke slightly as he presses his lips against mine and kisses me. I resist at first, wanting to fight him off. I try to push him away, but his grip on my throat tightens, and I’m genuinely scared he’ll choke me to death.

He slides his tongue into my mouth, and I can taste the beer he drank. My beer slips out my hand and onto the floor, where it no doubt spills its contents. I press both my hands against his chest, but he flexes and presses our bodies together.

Noah - A Year Ago

I don’t know what made me think this would be a good idea. Maybe I just want to make Adrian uncomfortable, maybe it was the beer. There is something enticing about him when he gets bossy with me though, and since we’ve been on our own, I’ve noticed it more and more.

Now my fingers are wrapped around his throat and squeezing gently. What I wouldn’t do to nick his shoulder and suck the blood from his body. The thought makes me hard, and I press my body against his as we continue to kiss. I hear the clunk of the can he drops on the floor and feel the beer soak my socks, but I don’t care.

He tastes delightful, and I don’t want this to end. My body is betraying me. I wanted to deny the attraction I have toward him, but in the dark, with candles in the background and beer in my belly, albeit not my first one of the day, I realize I’m pushing the limits. Or rather, my inhibitions are lowered.

I trail my hand down his body toward his cock, wanting to see if he’s as big as I think he is.

He clutches my hand, and I finally end the kiss. He finds his strength because he pushes me off and mumbles about cleaningthe beer. He walks off, and I shake my head. I know he enjoyed that as much as I did. The fucking pretender. He might never admit it, but that’s his problem.

It’s not like I can be open about a relationship with my stepbrother, anyway. Homosexuality isn’t allowed in this house. My father would hate my guts if I were with any man.

I need to hide this. To cover this up, and I think I know the right cheerleaders to do it. For a couple of hundred, they might just be willing to pretend they’ve slept with me. If enough rumors get circled, then no one will ever doubt my sexuality. It will never get back to my father.

As far as anyone is concerned, I’ll be a nice little hetero boy who the girls fall all over.

I will need everyone to believe that.

Adrian comes back with a mop, and I smirk at him. He blushes and mops up the beer. “You’re going to get it everywhere with your socks.”

I take my socks off, going to the laundry to throw them in the basket.

I turn and watch Adrian cleaning, and I shake my head. What was I thinking?

He’s a douchebag, but I’m sure he’ll keep quiet. I’ll make sure of it if I need to.

By force if that’s what it takes.

Besides, my father will be in such denial he won’t believe Adrian over me.

CHAPTER SIX

Adrian

I wake up early the next day and slip out the bed. I steal one of Noah’s shirts, leaving my cum-stained one in his room. He can deal with it. I already have my gray sweats back on, and I put my shoes on. I get out of the room and head downstairs. A few of my brothers are heading out, clearly wanting to get out of the enemies’ house as soon as possible.

Declan eyes me out curiously but seems to dismiss whatever thought it is that he has. I’m hoping he hasn’t noticed that I’m suddenly in a band shirt.

We walk back to the house. There’s police tape everywhere, but Declan confirms he was called by the cops who said they were done and we could return, so we take it down.

“Those fucking Deltas,” Kyle says. “They’re going to pay for this.”

I sigh. “That was in retaliation to me breaking in and trashing Noah’s room.”

Declan looks at me. “Are you saying you don’t want revenge?”

I think about how Noah took me and my face colors. “No, I do. But we need to be smart about this.”

Declan nods. “Good. You’re right, we need to be smart about this. If the head of accommodation figures out this is a war, he’ll get us all written up.”

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