Page 90 of Pure Vengeance

I glance upstairs. “I need to get changed for class, but I’ll think on it and get back to you.”

I hurry upstairs and grab my clothes, going to shower. I get dressed for class and grab my book bag. I can’t concentrate in class, all I can think about is how it felt to have the full girth of Noah’s cock buried inside of me.

I don’t know how I feel.

Betrayed? Violated? Happy?

I’m confused.

Noah is a fucking dickhead. There is an anger bubbling deep inside me, and I’m going to get my revenge against him, one way or another.

With classes over, I head over to the art building where I find Noah standing with some of his frat brothers. “We need to talk.”

“I’ll meet you guys at home,” Noah says.

We walk away from the crowds and into a private garden. “What?” Noah snaps.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Noah, we had sex last night,” I hiss. “You... and me. We...”

“We fucked. Yes, I know. It’s no big deal.”

“And all those girls you’re pretending to sleep with? Do you not think they will care if it gets out wefucked?”

“It won’t get out,” Noah says quietly, taking a step toward me. “Will it, Adrian?”

I stand tall; I’m stronger than him and slightly taller. I don’t need to cower to him, no matter how dark his gaze is.

Noah raises a hand and strokes my cheek. “Be a good stepbrother. Behave yourself.”

“Why are you hiding who you are? Why pretend all this bullshit? Why not just come out and say you’re gay?” I demand. “It’s not like we live in a place that’s going to string you up for it.”

“You don’t think so?” Noah asks. “You don’t think my father will kick me out and have nothing to do with me ever again? If he doesn’t beat my ass first, that is.”

I square my jaw. “Well, maybe I’m done hiding. After last night, I know what I am.”

“I wouldn’t do anything drastic, Adrian,” Noah warns.

I frown and say, “I’m not scared of anyone, Noah.”

“You should be,” he says. “You think Dad, the biggest homophobe on the planet, is going to let you back into his house when he finds out? You think your football team will accept you? That bunch of macho jocks? What about your frat brothers? Think they’ll accept you?”

I bite my lip.

“Exactly, they won’t, and your life as you know it, will be over. No more scholarship. No more football. No more future.” Noah takes out a knife and casually starts cleaning his fingernails. “So if I were you, I’d just keep this little discovery to yourself. And leave my name out of your mouth.”

I swallow hard.

“My dad has made it clear to me since I was born that I can’t like men.” He continues, “He has made damn well sure I know that under no circumstances is it ever allowed. That God and him will punish me. That pressure keeps me paying those girls. If I were you, I’d do the same. Find yourself a cheery-cheerleader, pretend you’re in love, and lead a normal life. The alternative sucks. The world may seem progressive, but it only feels that way while you’re ontheirside of the fence.”

I glare at him, but I nod. “Fine.”

“We’re done here now. I’ve got a project to restart, thanks to you.” He walks off.

I take my phone out of my pocket, having recorded the entire conversation. I stop the recording and play it back. I know exactly how I can get my revenge. I can ruin Noah’s reputation for good. I don’t care if anyone finds out about me.

At least, I don’t think I do.

Noah had some good points, though; I need to think about this.

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