Page 15 of Ruthless Possession

I rolled my shoulders, barely restraining the urge to hit him again.“You’re lucky I didn’t break your fucking face.”

Ethan just snorted.“You just punched me over a joke.”

I narrowed my eyes.“It wasn’t a joke.”

Ethan tilted his head.“Oh?And why is that?”

I stepped closer, glowering down at him.“Because you don’t get to look at him.You don’t get to fucking talk about him like that.”and because William once said he wanted to fuck you, but I wasn’t going to say that to my idiot of a brother.

Ethan smirked.Like he had just confirmed something.

“Damn, bro,” he muttered, rubbing his jaw.“You’re so fucking gone for him.”

I clenched my fists, jaw tightening so hard it hurt.“You have no idea.”

The air was thick with tension, sharp and suffocating, both of us staring each other down like we were about to go at it again.

Then, A quiet shuffle of footsteps.I stilled.

Ethan’s grin widened.He fucking knew.I turned my head just in time to see William standing in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted.Fuck.

His gaze flickered between us, from Ethan rubbing his jaw to my still-clenched fists.

I saw the moment realization dawned on his face.

“What—” His voice was rough, sleep-heavy, confused.“Did you just—”

Ethan laughed again, cutting him off.“Your boyfriend just lost his shit over you, pretty boy.”

I snapped.

I stormed across the kitchen, grabbing William’s wrist, yanking him toward me.

“Back to the bedroom,” I ordered, my voice lower, rougher than I intended.

William flushed, his breath hitching.“Noah—”

“Now.”

Ethan chuckled behind me.“Damn.You’re so fucking possessive it’s disgusting.”

I didn’t care.

Because I was already dragging William out of the kitchen, my grip firm, claiming, owning, proving.

And William?He let me.

The second we were back in the bedroom, I shut the door, pressing William against it.

His breath was ragged, his skin warm beneath my hands.

“You—” He swallowed.“You hit him?”

I brushed my thumb along his throat, feeling the pulse hammering beneath his skin.“You really think I’d let him talk about you like that?”

He exhaled sharply, flustered, uncertain.I pressed my forehead to his, breathing him in, taking him in.

“No one gets to look at you,” I murmured.“No one gets to talk about you.”My fingers slid under his jaw, tilting his chin up.“Only me.”

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