Page 12 of Ruthless Possession

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.

CHAPTER 10

William

The moment I woke up, I knew I was fucked.

Every inch of me ached—a delicious, lingering soreness that had Noah Draven’s name all over it.Literally.

I shifted under the sheets, and the faintest pressure against my skin sent flashes of last night through my mind—the way Noah had touched me, ruined me, claimed me in every possible way.His lips on my throat, his hands pinning me down, his voice—low, dark, commanding—whispering filthy promises into my skin.

My face burned.God.I turned onto my side, expecting to see him next to me, but the bed was empty.My stomach twisted.I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved or disappointed.Probably both.I needed space.I needed to think.

Except the more I thought, the worse it got.Because now that I was fully awake, I could feel him everywhere.The marks.The soreness.The heat still lingering in my stomach.

I groaned, shoving my face into the pillow.What the hell had I done?I had spent weeks fighting him.Weeks convincing myself that I could resist him, that I hated him.

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