Page 14 of Ruthless Possession

The second we were back in the bedroom, Noah let go of my wrist—only to grab my chin.

His eyes burned into mine, his grip firm.

“You don’t walk around like that where people can see you,” he said, voice sharp.“You hear me?”

My breath hitched.I should have been annoyed.I should have argued, told him he was being insane.But all I could do was nod andthe fact that his commanding voice made me horny.

Noah exhaled through his nose, still clearly pissed.He yanked open a drawer, grabbed a shirt, and shoved it against my chest.“Put this on.”

I hesitated for a second too long.

His jaw clenched.“Now, William.”

I swallowed, then quickly pulled it over my head.The fabric was soft, oversized, swallowing me whole.

Noah took one look at me and smirked.

“Better.”

My face was still burning.“You’re insane.”

Noah hummed, stepping closer.“You say that,” he murmured, brushing his fingers against my pulse.“But you’re still here.”

I hated how my stomach flipped at that.

His smirk widened.He fucking knew.

And God help me, I was so screwed.

CHAPTER 11

Noah

Ethan was still fucking smirking.I should have ignored him.Should have let his stupid teasing roll off me like I didn’t give a shit.But I wasn’t built like that.Not when it came to William.And Ethan?He was pushing me.Hard.

I leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching as Ethan took another slow sip of his coffee, way too fucking amused for someone who was one second away from getting his teeth knocked in.

“So,” Ethan started, dragging out the word.Dangerous.Calculated.Fucking testing me.“I never really noticed before, but…” He let out a low hum.“William’s actually—”

I knew where this was going.I knew.

“—kind of good-looking, don’t you think?”

Red.Everything went red.

My muscles tensed, my grip tightening around my mug so hard I thought it might shatter.Ethan was baiting me.But I wasn’t in the mood to be played with.I dropped the mug onto the counter with a sharp clink.“Shut the fuck up.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow, taking another slow, deliberate sip of his coffee.“What?I’m just saying.I’ve never really looked at him before, but—”

I moved before I even registered it.

Fast.Violent.Unhinged.My fist collided with his jaw with a sickening crack, sending his coffee cup clattering to the floor.Ethan stumbled back, catching himself against the fridge.Then he looked up.And the fucker—

He laughed.

I was breathing hard, my knuckles stinging, rage still boiling under my skin.And Ethan was just standing there, rubbing his jaw, grinning like a bastard.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled, voice dripping with amusement.“You’re actually insane.”

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