Pure Vengeance

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Noah

I snort the line of coke from my desk and then go back to my painting. I’m as high as a kite, but I’m not in the least perplexed. I hear Abigail snort her line, then she lies down on my bed. “How long do I have to be here for?”

“As long as they think we’re having sex,” I mumble as I focus on my artwork.

I rub my nose and then paint again. The naked form. Such a beautiful thing, male or female. Though I obviously prefer male, I do female often to keep up the pretense.

I don’t normally do coke on a school night, I leave it for weekends and parties, but I need to get this project done on time, and thanks to that fucktwat Adrian, I’m behind.

At least I won’t be disturbed while my frat brothers think I’m fucking Abigail.

We’ve left a porno playing in the background for the sound effects. Abigail lies on my bed, playing on her phone.

I blend the paint to get the perfect skin color, and my mind drifts to my stepbrother. I still can’t believe we’d actually reached a point where we actually fucked.

“Your brother messaged me today,” Abigail says casually.

“Sorry?” I look at her, confused.

“Your brother Ace, he messaged me today. Asked me to meet him. He says he’ll offer me more money if I tell the truth. So you’re going to either offer me double or I’m going to go with him.” She smirks at me.

I frown. “Don’t forget who elevates your social status,” I say. “I’m a legacy student.”

Abigail inclines her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll take an extra fifty dollars and call it even. Especially since you pay for the coke.”

I frown and grab my wallet, taking out fifty and tossing it to her. “There.”

I pause the porno. “Get out and make it believable.”

She tousles her hair and pulls her bra strap down before she walks out. What a fucking whore. What a bitch. I fucking loathe her, and if I didn’t need her, I’d toss her to the side.

I can’t have her revealing my secret, though. What was Adrian playing at? Trying to out me like that was fucking dog. I prepare another line and snort it through the rolled-up note from my wallet.

It goes straight to my head. I text Adrian and tell him to come over.

I don’t expect him to listen to me. Especially since he seems determined to bring me down. But I need to speak to him.

I get a text back.

On my way.

I tidy up and hide the coke, tucking it back into my wallet. I check my nose in the mirror and take off my shirt, tossing it in the hamper. I feel so fucking hot. Like I’m in a furnace.

That backdrop though, I can do without. I like the backdrop for Khat, but coke is a different drug altogether.

There’s a knock at my door, and Richard opens it. “Your brother is here.”

“Let him in, I called him,” I say.

Richard steps aside, and Adrian walks in. Richard shuts the door. I lock it and glare at Adrian. “Sit down, you dumb fuck.”

“If you called me here just to insult me, I’ll fucking leave,” Adrian retorts. Oh, he’s gotten brave.

“Why did you message Abigail?” I ask. “What’s your deal?”

“If I knew she’d be a little snitch, I wouldn’t have messaged her and would’ve contacted one of the others you’re paying. Oh wait, I contacted them all.”

“You’re setting me up to be outed,” I say angrily. “You’re a fucking loathsome creature, Adrian Carter.”

“And you’re a closeted dickhead, Noah Bennett.” He crosses his arms.

I step toward him, flicking out my knife. “Say that again, you little fucker.”

He steps back, his bravado failing. “Noah, put the knife away.”

“Why?” I say with a smirk. “Are you scared I’ll cut you, Adrian?”

“I’m scared you’ll stab one of us,” he says. “Put it away.”

“Fuck you.” I slice through the air and cut through his shirt, breaking skin on his chest.

He bleeds, and puts a hand to the wound. “You fucking psycho.”

I look at the blood on his hands, and then drop the knife. I step up to him. “I’m not sorry.” I lean in and kiss him hungrily now that he can’t back up any more.

Adrian moans and breaks the kiss. “Noah.”

“Shhh,” I say. “Just shut up for once in your life.” I tug his shirt off and press our bodies together. I kiss his jawline and down his neck. I grab his arms and force him onto my bed. I pull his shoes off, then his pants. He has boxers on this time, and I yank them off before I undo my belt. “You better not scream my name.”

Adrian looks at me with lust-blown eyes as I kiss down his abdomen to his semi-hard cock. I take it in my mouth and bob my head up and down as I suck it. Adrian’s hands find my hair, and he grabs a fistful. It hurts, but it just turns me on more, my cock aching for a release. I stroke him as I suck his dick, taking him fully in my mouth before I stand up and push my pants off.

I straddle his lap and position his cock, wet with my saliva, at the entrance to my ass. I look down at him as I lower myself, feeling his girth stretch me. It’s uncomfortable in a very pleasurable way. I lean down and lick at his cut as I pump my hips. His hands find my waist, and his fingers dig into my flesh as I move.

“Noah,” he murmurs, then he groans. “You’re so tight.”

I sit up and scratch my black-painted nails down his chest, leaving a trail of red lines on his tanned skin.

I ride his cock as though my life depends on it before I guide his hand to my erection. He strokes me with force, and I enjoy it. There’s a pleasure to pain that people don’t understand. There’s a realness. A way to make you come alive when you are dead inside.

“I want you to come inside me,” I growl.

“I’m going to,” Adrian whimpers.

It’s that submission that turns me on. He continues to stroke me.

“That’s it. That’s it. That’s it.” I breathe out. My heart is pumping so hard I feel like it’s going to explode out my chest, and I don’t know if that’s from the coke or the sex.

Probably a combination of both.

“I’m coming,” Adrian breathes. “I’m coming.” I let him bury his wide cock deep inside me, and I feel warmth as his cum shoots into me.

It drives me over the edge and I move his hand, stroking myself hard and fast until I come on his stomach. I sit there for a moment, his dick becoming flaccid inside me. I move forward, and his cock pops out of my ass. His cum drips out of me and onto my bedsheets, but I don’t care. I get up and find a pack of cigarettes, lighting one.

Adrian watches me before he gets up and gets dressed. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why? Because you’re going to out me? Does it fuck with your little revenge plan?” I snap. I know the drugs are fucking with my emotions, but I don’t care how good a fuck he is. He was planning to fuck me over.

“Noah...” he says quietly.

“Just get out,” I say. “Do whatever you think you need to, I don’t give a fuck.” I wait until he’s left before I do another line and get back to painting, my strokes angrier than they were before he came here.