Page 9 of Ruthless Possession

Noah

I should’ve been satisfied. I had him. Completely. Finally. I should’ve felt victorious, smug, fucking unstoppable. But I didn’t. Because having him once wasn’t enough. Not even close.

I needed to ruin him—completely, utterly. I needed to mark him, to make sure that every inch of his body screamed mine. I needed to burn myself into his skin so deep that no one—not even him—would ever be able to erase me.

I was going to devour him. Just like he wanted me to.

William was wrecked beneath me, his chest heaving, lips swollen and pink from my kisses. His skin was flushed, burning under my touch, every inch of him responding to me and only me.

I dragged my thumb over the fresh bruise forming on his neck—a mark of possession, of proof. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

I leaned down, pressing my lips against the already bruised skin, sucking harder this time—hard enough to make him gasp, to make him feel it tomorrow.

Good.

Let him fucking feel it. Let him wake up and see me all over him. Let him remember that he belongs to me. His breath hitched. “Noah—”

I groaned, my grip tightening on his hips. “Say it again.”

He shuddered, and fuck, I felt high on it. “Noah,” he whispered, softer this time, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

I smirked against his skin. “That’s right, pretty boy.”

I wanted him like this forever.

I ran my hands down his sides, feeling the heat of his skin, the way he shivered under my touch. His body was so fucking perfect, so made for me. It drove me insane that he had ever thought—for even a second—that he could belong to someone else.

No one else would ever touch him. Not after tonight. Not after I was finished with him. I pressed my forehead against his, my breathing uneven. “You feel that?” I whispered, dragging my palm down his stomach. “That’s mine now.”

William let out a shaky exhale, his hands fisting the sheets. Helpless. Wanting. Fucking perfect.

“I want to see you ruined,” I murmured. “For me.”

His breath stuttered. “You already have.”

I growled, flipping him onto his stomach, pinning him beneath me. “Not even close.”

He gasped, arching into me, and fuck, that sound was going to kill me.

I ran my teeth along his shoulder, biting just hard enough to make him whimper. Another mark. Another reminder. I licked over the spot, soothing the sting before whispering against his skin, “I’m never letting you go.”

William trembled beneath me. “I know.”

Fucking perfect.