Page 20 of Ruthless Possession

Noah

William thought he could pretend.

Thought he could keep his feelings locked up, hidden beneath layers of denial, like I didn’t already see every fucking crack.Like I hadn’t just watched him snap.He had dragged me away.Claimed me.Staked his territory like he didn’t even realize what he was doing.And now?Now he was acting like it never happened.

Cute.

But I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.Because that look in his eyes?That fire in his touch?That jealousy burning through him so violently it shook?

That was mine.

And I was going to drag it out of him until he had nothing left to hide behind.We hadn’t spoken about it.Not really.After he shoved me against the wall, after he trembled in my hands, after I told himYou’re mine, and I’m yours—he had run.

Not physically.But emotionally.

Now he was avoiding my gaze.Brushing past me in the halls like I wasn’t under his skin.Pretending that he hadn’t revealed exactly how far gone he was.And I let him play that game.For a little while.Because I wanted him to think he was getting away with it.Before I shattered that illusion completely.

I found him in the library, hunched over his books, fingers tapping anxiously against the table.Tense.Uneasy.Waiting.He knew I was coming.He just didn’t know when.

I smirked to myself, taking my time walking up behind him.Letting him feel it first.The shift in the air.The presence at his back.The moment his body registered me before his brain did.

His shoulders stiffened, his breath caught—

And still, he didn’t turn around.That was fine.I would make him look at me.I dragged my fingers along the back of his chair before gripping the edge of the table, leaning down beside his ear.

“Busy?”My voice was low, teasing.Dangerous.He flinched like I had physically touched him.

“I—” His voice wavered.“Yeah.Studying.”

I hummed, eyes dragging over the tense line of his jaw, the way his fingers curled around his pen like it was the only thing anchoring him.

Liar.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Finally, finally, he turned to glare at me, fire sparking in those stormy eyes.

“I have not.”

I smirked, dragging my thumb across his jaw, watching his throat bob as he swallowed.

“Say that again,” I murmured.“Without shaking.”

His breath hitched.Fuck, I loved this game.

“Noah—”

I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear.“Tell me, pretty boy…”

I trailed my fingers down his wrist, over the place where his pulse pounded violently beneath his skin.

“If you don’t care, why did you drag me away from him?”

His jaw tensed.Bingo.

I chuckled.“You don’t like seeing people touch what’s yours, do you?”

He jerked away, standing up so fast his chair scraped against the floor.“You’re not—”

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