Page 2 of Ruthless Possession

Noah moved, stepping in front of me.I had never been this close to him before.On instinct, I looked down.What was I,five?

His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.My breath hitched at the intensity of his green eyes, the way they seemed to strip me bare.

“Cat got your tongue?”he drawled, his thumb trailing down my neck.I shivered involuntarily.

“Or are you just shy?”

My mind raced, filled with all the things his hands could do to me.Ishouldpush him away.Tell him to leave me alone.

But Icouldn’t.

I didn’t want to.

The way he touched me—it wasn’t much.Just the brush of his fingers.But it was everything I had fantasized about, andmore.Yes, I am delusional.

Noah smirked, clearly enjoying my distress.“Youlikethis, don’t you?”he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.Did he even care that we were in public?“Being the center of my attention for once.”

I nodded before I could stop myself.

Why the fuck did I nod?

Noah chuckled.A dark, delicious sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I might be hard.

“Good,” he said, his voice dropping as he leaned in.Wait—is he going to kiss me?

Fuck, No.He only whispered.

“Because I’m just getting started.”

Before I could fully process what was happening, Noah grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the crowd.The people moved out of the way without a word.Of course—his reputation was enough to clear a path.He led me up the stairs and into a dark, empty bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind me.

Noah leaned against it, his eyes locked onto mine.

How had I let myself get kidnapped in the middle of a party?And why was I such a willing victim?

“My brother told me you’ve been watching me for alongtime,” Noah said, his voice low.“He thought you were planning something dangerous.”

He took a step closer.Then another.

“But I know better,” he murmured, backing me against the wall.“I know exactly what you want.”

His fingers trailed down my chest, making my knees go weak.

“You wantme,” he said, his breath ghosting over my lips.“More specifically, you want to suck my dick, don’t you, pretty boy?”

I gasped.My breath coming in short, shallow pants.

Noah’s hands tightened on my waist.“Why?”

How thefuckdid he expect me to answer when his hands feltthatgood on me?

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Noah chuckled.“You’re a terrible liar.”

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