Page 5 of Ruthless Possession

Noah

The party was loud, the kind of loud that made it hard to think. But I didn’t need to think. I already knew why I was here.

William.

I’d been watching him since he walked in, my eyes tracking his every move. He was drunk—laughing too loud, smiling too much, his movements loose and uncoordinated. He looked… different. Carefree. Like he didn’t have a single thought in his head.

And it pissed me off.

Because he wasn’t supposed to look like that. He wasn’t supposed to be laughing, flirting, touching someone else like I didn’t exist. Like that night didn’t exist.

My grip tightened around the glass in my hand, my jaw clenching as I watched him lean into some guy, his hand resting on the guy’s arm. The guy said something, and William laughed, his head tilting back, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“You gonna just stand here all night, bro?” Ethan’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I turned to see my brother smirking at me, his arms crossed over his chest. “Or are you actually going to do something about that?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Ethan knew exactly why I was here. He’d been giving me shit all week about William, about how I couldn’t seem to let him go. And maybe he was right. Maybe I couldn’t.

But that didn’t mean I was going to admit it.

“Looks like he’s moved on,” Ethan said, nodding toward William. “Guess one night wasn’t enough to keep him hooked, huh?”

I shot him a glare, but he just laughed, clearly enjoying himself. “Relax, man. He’s just having fun. You should try it sometime.”

I didn’t respond. My eyes were locked on William, watching as he leaned in closer to the guy, his hand sliding down to rest on the guy’s chest. My stomach twisted, a surge of anger rising in my chest.

He wasn’t supposed to be touching anyone else.

“You know,” Ethan said, his voice dripping with amusement, “if you want him that bad, maybe you should actually do something about it. Instead of just standing here, brooding like some kind of possessive psycho.”

I shot him another glare, but he just shrugged, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Just saying, man. You’re not exactly subtle.”

I didn’t respond. My eyes were still on William, watching as he laughed at something else the guy said, what the fuck could be that funny .

My chest tightened, a wave of possessiveness crashing over me.

He wasn’t supposed to be laughing like that with someone else.

He wasn’t supposed to be looking at someone else like that.

He was, is, supposed to be mine.

I downed the rest of my drink, slamming the glass down on the bar. Enough was enough. If William thought he could just forget about me, he was wrong. If he thought he could move on, flirt with someone else, pretend like I didn’t exist, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

I pushed off the bar, my eyes never leaving William as I made my way across the room. The crowd parted for me, people stepping out of my way without a word. They knew better than to get in my way when I looked like this.

William didn’t notice me at first. He was too busy laughing, too busy flirting, too busy pretending like I didn’t exist. But then I was there, standing right in front of him, and his laughter died in his throat.

“Noah,” he said, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. His eyes widened, and I could see the flicker of something—defiance?—in his gaze. “What are you doing here?”

I didn’t answer. My eyes dropped to the guy he’d been flirting with, “Are you going to move or do you want me to break your hands,” I said and felt a surge of satisfaction when the guy immediately backed off, muttering something about needing another drink.

Good. He knew better than to get in my way.

“Having fun?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. William blinked, his cheeks flushing as he looked away.

“I—I was just—”

“Flirting,” I finished for him, stepping closer. “With someone who isn’t me.”

William’s eyes snapped back to mine, and I could see the defiance in them. “Actually, yes, I was having fun till your stupid ass came over and ruined it. You don’t own me, Noah.”

I smirked, leaning in closer. “Don’t I?”

He swallowed, his breath hitching as I backed him against the wall. “You’ve been ignoring me all week,” he said, his voice trembling. “What was I supposed to do? Wait around for you like some kind of pathetic—”

“You were supposed to come to me,” I interrupted, my voice sharp. “You were supposed to remember who you belong to.”

William’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he didn’t know what to say. Then he laughed, a bitter, humorless sound, I hated it . “Belong to you? That’s rich. You’ve been out and about flirting with everyone, so why can’t I do the same?”

I frowned, my grip tightening on his wrist. “You belong to me, William.”

“Is that what you tell yourself every day before you sleep?” he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because it sounds like you’re the one who’s obsessed, not me.”

I let out a low laugh, my lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, I know you belong to me. You think I didn’t see you stalking me last week? Following me everywhere like a lost puppy. Is that what you need? A master who will teach you how to behave?”

William blinked, clearly surprised by my words.

But then he smirked, his defiance returning.

“That, I admit, was a moment of weakness. I had always fantasized about what it would be like to have you in me. But turns out, it wasn’t that much.

” He paused, letting out a mocking laugh.

“Oh, and you think I only stalk you? You’re not the only hot Draven brother, Noah. ”

He said it quiet—too quiet—but I heard every word like a gunshot.

“Ethan’s just as hot as you. Maybe I should give him a chance.”

I froze. For half a second, my mind went blank. Then the silence hit. Thick. Heavy. Venomous. And then I moved. There was no thinking. No deciding. One second he was standing there, breathing like it was nothing— The next, I had him pinned against the wall, the impact rattling through my bones.

My fist curled in his shirt like I could tear it— and him —apart. My jaw ached from how hard I clenched it.

“If you ever say that again,” I said, voice like broken glass, low and lethal, “I’ll make sure Ethan never fucking breathes again.”

I meant it. I wasn’t bluffing. Not this time. I don't care if Ethan is my brother, no one was touching William, he is Mine.

His eyes widened for a second—but he didn’t back down. Not William. Not the one person stupid and bold enough to poke the wolf with a stick and smile when it growled.

He should’ve dropped it. Should’ve laughed, apologized, ran.

Instead, he looked right at me. Licked his lips. Smirked.

“Oh? You worried he’d do it better than you?”

Crack. My fist slammed into the wall next to his head before I even realized I was moving. The sound echoed sharp, angry.

He flinched—barely. His chest rose and fell fast. Mine too. I should’ve walked away. But I stepped in closer, until we were chest to chest, my hand finding his throat. Not squeezing. Not yet. Just holding. Just reminding.

“You think I’m fucking playing with you?” I said, my voice rough, dangerous—because it wasn’t just anger anymore. It was something worse.

He swallowed. I felt it beneath my palm. “I think you’re losing your shit over nothing.”

I smirked. That got him. Because I wasn’t just mad now—I was enjoying it. And he knew.

He looked like he wanted to run. But he didn’t. He looked like he wanted to fight. But he didn’t. He stayed. Letting me see everything he didn’t say.

So I leaned in, my lips brushing his jaw. Not a kiss. A promise. A warning.

“Try it,” I said. “Go ahead. Fuck my brother.”

My hand tightened around his throat, just enough to make him suck in a breath.

“But if you do…” I leaned in, my mouth at his ear. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

He shuddered. I felt it. Every broken breath. Every tremble. Every pulse pounding under my skin.

He was mine. No matter how hard he pretends to hate it.