Page 16 of Ruthless Possession

Noah

William was unraveling. I saw it in the way his fingers twitched when I was near, the way his breath hitched when I got too close. The way he clenched his jaw like he could physically hold himself together when all I wanted was to tear him apart.

I had spent weeks pulling him deeper, tangling him in a web so tight he could barely breathe, and still, he fought it. Still, he tried to deny me.

That ended tonight. He was done pretending. Done running. Done thinking he had a fucking choice. Because by the time I was through with him, there would be nothing left to fight.

I waited.

I let him think he was safe, let him believe he could slip away without consequence. I let him sit in his little apartment, lights off, door locked, as if that meant a damn thing.

And then I came for him.

His breath hitched the moment he saw me in his doorway. I didn’t say a word. Just stepped inside and shut the door behind me, locking us in.

“Noah.”

I ignored the way his voice shook. I ignored the way his hands balled into fists like he could stop what was about to happen.

Instead, I walked toward him. Slow. Measured. My eyes drinking in every inch of him—the tension in his shoulders, the slight tremor in his fingers, the way his chest rose and fell too fast. Like he was bracing himself.

Good.

“You’ve been running your mouth,” I murmured, stopping just close enough that I could feel his heat. “Acting like you don’t want this.”

He swallowed, his throat bobbing, but he didn’t answer. I reached up, brushing my knuckles along his jaw. His breath caught, his lips parting. Waiting.

Waiting for me to touch him.

Waiting for me to wreck him.

“You can fight all you want, pretty boy,” I whispered, tilting his chin up. “But we both know how this ends.”

His pulse pounded beneath my fingers. Desperate. Needy. Fucking begging for me. And still, he tried to deny it.

“You’re so full of yourself,” he muttered, voice shaking. “You think I—”

I cut him off by gripping his throat, not squeezing, just holding. Holding him in place, holding his breath in his lungs, holding him at the edge of something he couldn’t escape.

His pupils blown wide. His body frozen. I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear. “Say you don’t want me.”

He trembled. I tightened my grip. “Say it.”

A shaky inhale. A slow exhale. Nothing. My smirk was slow, dangerous.

“That’s what I thought.”

He hated me. Hated himself. Hated how his body betrayed him so fucking easily. I dragged my mouth down his neck, teeth grazing the bruises I’d left before.

“You already lost,” I murmured against his skin, nipping just hard enough to make him shudder. “So why don’t you just admit it?”

His nails bit into my arms. Not pushing me away. Clinging. My blood ran hot.

Possessive.

Insatiable.

He was mine.

He had always been mine.