Page 1 of Ruthless Possession

William

The campus was alive with the kind of energy that only a Friday night could bring.

The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, spilled beer, and sweat from bodies pressed too close together in the dimly lit frat house.

Music thumped through the walls, bass vibrating in my chest as I leaned against the wall in the living room, a half cup of warm beer in my hand.

I hated parties. Hated the noise, the chaos, the way people looked at me like I didn’t belong—which was stupid.

It’s a fucking party; everyone belongs. My roommate, Tim—that asshole—had dragged me here, insisting that I needed to “ live a little” .

As if I wasn’t living just because I didn’t want to be touched by sweaty strangers.

I agreed to come, but only because if I didn’t, that asshole would have given me another long lecture about how I spent too much time alone in my room, buried in my books or lost in my thoughts. Right now, that asshole was standing next to me, too busy hitting on a girl to give me any attention.

But let’s be honest—I had my own reason for coming tonight.

I scanned the party, searching for the real reason I was here. And there he was. Or rather, they were.

The brothers were impossible to miss—tall, broad-shouldered, radiating the kind of confidence that came with knowing you were untouchable. But my eyes weren’t on all of them. Just one. Noah.

The first time I saw Noah was at football practice.

Tim had dragged me there too, hoping to join the team.

He didn’t make the cut, but I saw him . Noah had been putting on his helmet, and I’d only caught a glimpse of his face.

But that one second? It stuck with me. Then, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke, he turned—and his eyes found mine through his helmet.

My stupid heart did something it had never done before. It skipped a beat . That’s when I knew I was fucked.

After that, I made sure to be in the same places he was. Same parties. Same hallways. I watched him from afar, but we had never spoken.

Which is why I hated him.

Because why couldn’t he be the first to talk to me ?

Okay, maybe I lied. Maybe he hadn’t really been looking at me during practice. Maybe I just wanted to believe it.

Back to the party. Noah, with his dark tousled hair and piercing green eyes, had his hand on the back of his teammate, laughing at something his brother said.

As much as it pained me that he didn’t even know I existed, it didn’t stop me from imagining what it would feel like to have those hands on me .

I needed to stop staring before someone noticed. But before I could force myself to look away, I tried again— willed him to look at me.

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His gaze swept over the room. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought he’d look my way. My pulse hammered. But then—nothing. He didn’t see me. Again. And my heart dropped.

Fuck this. I turned to interrupt Tim, needing a distraction. But he turned at the same time, causing me to spill both our beers.

“I’ll go get us another round,” I muttered, cutting him off before he could complain, and headed for the kitchen. There was a line.

Great.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

The voice was low. Teasing. And way too close.

My stomach dropped. I knew that voice.

Noah.

He was standing right behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. How close was he?

“You’ve been staring at me all night,” Noah murmured, his voice a dangerous purr. “Here I am. Got something to say to me, pretty boy?”

My mouth went dry. My pulse pounded in my ears. How did he know I’d been watching? He never looked my way once.

I wanted his attention—had craved it. But now that I had it, I felt like I should run.

Noah was like a tiger or a bear, he looks so welcoming and cuddly on the outside but the minute he gets close to you, you right away know the danger you are in.

Noah moved, stepping in front of me. I had never been this close to him before. On instinct, I looked down. What was I, five ?

His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. My breath hitched at the intensity of his green eyes, the way they seemed to strip me bare.

“Cat got your tongue?” he drawled, his thumb trailing down my neck. I shivered involuntarily.

“Or are you just shy?”

My mind raced, filled with all the things his hands could do to me. I should push him away. Tell him to leave me alone.

But I couldn’t .

I didn’t want to.

The way he touched me—it wasn’t much. Just the brush of his fingers. But it was everything I had fantasized about, and more. Yes, I am delusional.

Noah smirked, clearly enjoying my distress. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. Did he even care that we were in public? “Being the center of my attention for once.”

I nodded before I could stop myself.

Why the fuck did I nod?

Noah chuckled. A dark, delicious sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I might be hard.

“Good,” he said, his voice dropping as he leaned in. Wait—is he going to kiss me?

Fuck, No. He only whispered.

“Because I’m just getting started.”

Before I could fully process what was happening, Noah grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the crowd. The people moved out of the way without a word. Of course —his reputation was enough to clear a path. He led me up the stairs and into a dark, empty bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind me.

Noah leaned against it, his eyes locked onto mine.

How had I let myself get kidnapped in the middle of a party? And why was I such a willing victim?

“My brother told me you’ve been watching me for a long time,” Noah said, his voice low. “He thought you were planning something dangerous.”

He took a step closer. Then another.

“But I know better,” he murmured, backing me against the wall. “I know exactly what you want.”

His fingers trailed down my chest, making my knees go weak.

“You want me ,” he said, his breath ghosting over my lips. “More specifically, you want to suck my dick, don’t you, pretty boy?”

I gasped. My breath coming in short, shallow pants.

Noah’s hands tightened on my waist. “Why?”

How the fuck did he expect me to answer when his hands felt that good on me?

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Noah chuckled. “You’re a terrible liar.”

His lips brushed against my ear.

“But that’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Together. ”