Page 19 of Ruthless Possession

What the fuck was he doing?

Noah didn’t date.He didn’t flirt.He didn’t entertain people.And yet, here he was, entertaining the guy.Letting him touch him, smile at him, talk to him like he had a chance.Didn't this fucker say we belong, like two days ago or was I dreaming.

Something ugly twisted inside me.I didn’t like this feeling.It was unfamiliar.Uncontrollable.

Tim whistled low next to me.“Damn, never thought I’d see the day Noah Draven actually flirts back.”

I exhaled through my nose, a slow, deliberate breath.“He’s not flirting.”

Tim raised a brow.“Pretty sure he is.”Does this motherfucker want me to stab him, how dare he say Noah is flirting.He's probably being polite to the ugly fucker who's trying to take him away from me.

I shoved my chair back before I could stop myself.Tim barely had time to react before I was moving, stalking across the room, my legs carrying me toward something I wasn’t ready to name.

The guy was still talking when I reached them.I didn’t hear a word of it.Didn’t care.

Noah saw me first.Of course he did.And he fucking smirked.Something in me snapped.I grabbed his wrist, yanking him away from the parasite of a guy, so fast he actually stumbled back.“We’re leaving.”

Noah let me pull him, but he didn’t budge easily, his body heavy, deliberately slow.He was fucking with me.Enjoying this.

“Something wrong, pretty boy?”His voice was all mock innocence, laced with dark amusement.

I glared at him, my nails digging into his skin.“Shut up and walk.”

Noah chuckled, letting me drag him away, and I hated that I could still feel his eyes on us.I hated that he had looked at my Noah in the first place.That he thought he could touch him, talk to him, and fucking have him.I hated it more than I should have.

And Noah?He fucking knew it.

I shoved him against the nearest wall the moment we were out of sight.His back hit the brick, and he barely reacted, just looked down at me, so damn amused it made me want to hit him.

“Jealous?”he murmured.

I hated him.I hated him.I hated him.But mostly, I hated that I was so, fucking jealous I could barely breathe.

“Shut up.”My voice was sharp, clipped, but not nearly as steady as I wanted it to be.

Noah smirked, leaning in, his hands sliding into his pockets like he had all the time in the world.“Make me.”

I clenched my jaw.“I don’t—”

“Don’t what?”His voice dropped, and suddenly he wasn’t teasing anymore.He was daring me.“Don’t care?”

I swallowed hard, my hands still fisting his shirt, the fabric warm from his body.

I could still feel the heat from where he let that ugly fucker touch him.It made me fucking sick.

Noah exhaled, his lips curving into something softer, but not safer.“I told you, William.”

I inhaled sharply.

“You’re mine,” he murmured.“And I’m yours.Whether you like it or not.”

I hated him.

I wanted him.

I had no fucking clue where that left me.

CHAPTER 15

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