Noah Draven is everything I’m not—untouchable, fearless, and terrifyingly beautiful. I told myself I hated him. But hate doesn’t make your heart race when he looks at you. Hate doesn’t make you crave the way he controls a room or you.
When he finally notices me, it’s not sweet. It’s not gentle.
It’s dangerous.
Because Noah doesn’t flirt—he claims. He doesn’t seduce—he owns. And once he sets his sights on me, there’s no going back.
Now I’m caught in a twisted game of obsession, jealousy, and brutal desire where the only rule is: I belong to...
I watched him before he ever knew my name.
Noah Draven is everything I’m not—untouchable, fearless, and terrifyingly beautiful. I told myself I hated him. But hate doesn’t make your heart race when he looks at you. Hate doesn’t make you crave the way he controls a room or you.
When he finally notices me, it’s not sweet. It’s not gentle.
It’s dangerous.
Because Noah doesn’t flirt—he claims. He doesn’t seduce—he owns. And once he sets his sights on me, there’s no going back.
Now I’m caught in a twisted game of obsession, jealousy, and brutal desire where the only rule is: I belong to him.
But I never expected the way I’d start to want it.
Even when it hurts.
Even when it destroys me.
This isn’t love. It’s possession.
And I don’t know if I want to escape—or beg for more.
