Page 7 of Ruthless Possession

Noah

William was coming undone. And I was loving it.

I watched him try to fight it—try to fight me—but it was fucking pointless. Every time I pushed, he trembled. Every time I whispered filth in his ear, he flushed. Every time I touched him, even for a second, he melted.

Then I’d pull away. And that? That was the best part. Because William wasn’t just desperate now. He was losing himself in it.

I wasn’t touching him anymore. Not like before. No more teasing brushes of my fingers against his skin. No more lingering hands on his waist when I passed by. No more whispers that made his knees go weak. I wanted to see what he’d do when I took it all away. And the result?

Fucking glorious.

The first day, he ignored it. Acted like he was relieved I wasn’t tormenting him.

The second day, he started watching me. I’d catch him in class, his gaze flickering toward me, waiting for me to do something. Begging for it without realizing.

By the third day? He was a mess. Fidgeting in his seat. Jaw clenched. Restless. Furious.

Good. I wanted him angry. I wanted him so fucking frustrated he couldn’t think straight. I wanted him to come to me. But he was stubborn. So I had to make sure he broke first.

It happened in the library. Late afternoon.

Almost empty. William was sitting at one of the back tables, hunched over a textbook, but he wasn’t reading.

He was seething. I knew because I’d been sitting across the room for the last thirty minutes, watching him.

Waiting. And when I finally got up, walking toward the nearest bookshelf, I felt his gaze snap to me.

I smirked. Perfect. I took my time, pretending to scan the books, giving him the chance to make a move.

Seconds passed.

Then—

The chair scraped back.

I fought the grin threatening to spread across my face. There he is. I didn’t turn around. Didn’t react. Just kept browsing as his footsteps approached.

“Are you fucking serious?”

His voice was sharp. Frustrated. Desperate.

I pulled a book off the shelf, flipping it open like he hadn’t just hunted me down. “Something wrong?”

William let out a harsh breath. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

I raised an eyebrow, turning to face him slowly. “And?”

His nostrils flared. His fists clenched. Beautiful.

I leaned back against the shelf, studying him. He looked wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes. Shoulders tense. His pulse hammering in his throat.

He was this close to breaking. I tilted my head. “Did you miss me, pretty boy?”

His jaw tightened. “Fuck you.”

I grinned. “That’s not a no.”

He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. I had him. But I wanted to push him further. So, I stepped closer—invading his space—but not touching him.

His breath hitched. I smirked. “Say it.”

William swallowed hard. “Say what?”

I let my lips brush just near his ear, but never touching. “Say you missed me.”

He let out a shaky exhale. His whole body was tense, fighting the truth. Fighting me.

Then, finally— “…I hate you.”

I chuckled, my chest vibrating against his. “Close enough.”

Then I turned and walked away. Leaving him standing there—angry, aching, and so fucking desperate he couldn’t see straight.

I was having too much fun.