Page 18 of Ruthless Possession

I opened my mouth—

Nothing came out.Because I couldn’t.Because it would be a lie.

Noah’s smirk was slow, lethal.

“That’s what I thought.”

He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin.I shuddered.He pressed a kiss to my jaw, slow and claiming.

“You’ll always be mine.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my body betraying me.I should have pushed him away.I should have told him to leave.But I didn’t, and he was right.

The moment I stopped fighting, he pounced.

His mouth crashed against mine, raw and all-consuming, his fingers tightening in my hair as he backed me toward the bed, never breaking contact, never giving me a second to think.

I should’ve resisted.I should’ve—

But fuck, I didn’t want to.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

I wanted the way he kissed me—like I was something sacred and sinful all at once.

I let him push me down, let him crawl over me, let his hands roam and claim and mark again, because I couldn’t fight it anymore.

I didn’t want to fight it anymore.

Noah kissed down my throat, dragging his teeth across every vulnerable inch of me, murmuring against my skin.“You can run all you want, pretty boy…”

I gasped, arching into him, my nails digging into his back.

He smirked against my collarbone, pressing a bruising kiss there, then lower, then lower.

“But I’ll always catch you.”

This time?I let him.

CHAPTER 14

William

I felt it before I saw him, that heavy, predatory gaze that sent something sharp and dark curling in my stomach.But I refused to turn around.If I looked, I’d fall.Again.And I couldn’t afford to do that.Not after everything.So I kept my head down, focusing on the conversation at the table, forcing myself to nod along to whatever Tim was saying.I was fine.I was fine.

Until I heard him laugh.

It was light, flirty, a little too familiar.It cut through the noise of the cafeteria like a gunshot.My fingers curled against my thigh, my whole body going still as something cold and unwelcome slithered down my spine.

I didn’t want to look.Ishouldn’tlook.But I did.And I fucking hated what I saw.

He was standing too close.Too fucking close to my Noah.His filthy hand was on my Noah’s arm, head tilted just enough to be suggestive.He was ugly, fuck that’s a lie,he was pretty and confident, I hated it.The type of guy who knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly how to get what he wanted.

And Noah?That fucker was smirking.

Heat exploded in my chest, sharp and blinding, and suddenly, I was gripping my fork like I wanted to stab something.My jaw locked so tight it ached.

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