Page 7 of Ruthless Possession

William’s eyes snapped back to mine, and I could see the defiance in them.“Actually, yes, I was having fun till your stupid ass came over and ruined it.You don’t own me, Noah.”

I smirked, leaning in closer.“Don’t I?”

He swallowed, his breath hitching as I backed him against the wall.“You’ve been ignoring me all week,” he said, his voice trembling.“What was I supposed to do?Wait around for you like some kind of pathetic—”

“You were supposed to come to me,” I interrupted, my voice sharp.“You were supposed to remember who you belong to.”

William’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he didn’t know what to say.Then he laughed, a bitter, humorless sound,I hated it.“Belong to you?That’s rich.You’ve been out and about flirting with everyone, so why can’t I do the same?”

I frowned, my grip tightening on his wrist.“You belong to me, William.”

“Is that what you tell yourself every day before you sleep?”he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.“Because it sounds like you’re the one who’s obsessed, not me.”

I let out a low laugh, my lips curling into a smirk.“Oh, I know you belong to me.You think I didn’t see you stalking me last week?Following me everywhere like a lost puppy.Is that what you need?A master who will teach you how to behave?”

William blinked, clearly surprised by my words.But then he smirked, his defiance returning.“That, I admit, was a moment of weakness.I had always fantasized about what it would be like to have you in me.But turns out, it wasn’t that much.”He paused, letting out a mocking laugh.“Oh, and you think I only stalk you?You’re not the only hot Draven brother, Noah.”

He said it quiet—too quiet—but I heard every word like a gunshot.

“Ethan’s just as hot as you.Maybe I should give him a chance.”

I froze.For half a second, my mind went blank.Then the silence hit.Thick.Heavy.Venomous.And then I moved.There was no thinking.No deciding.One second he was standing there, breathing like it was nothing— The next, I had him pinned against the wall, the impact rattling through my bones.

My fist curled in his shirt like I could tear it—and him—apart.My jaw ached from how hard I clenched it.

“If you ever say that again,” I said, voice like broken glass, low and lethal, “I’ll make sure Ethan never fucking breathes again.”

I meant it.I wasn’t bluffing.Not this time.I don't care if Ethan is my brother, no one was touching William, he is Mine.

His eyes widened for a second—but he didn’t back down.Not William.Not the one person stupid and bold enough to poke the wolf with a stick and smile when it growled.

He should’ve dropped it.Should’ve laughed, apologized, ran.

Instead, he looked right at me.Licked his lips.Smirked.

“Oh?You worried he’d do it better than you?”

Crack.My fist slammed into the wall next to his head before I even realized I was moving.The sound echoed sharp, angry.

He flinched—barely.His chest rose and fell fast.Mine too.I should’ve walked away.But I stepped in closer, until we were chest to chest, my hand finding his throat.Not squeezing.Not yet.Just holding.Just reminding.

“You think I’m fucking playing with you?”I said, my voice rough, dangerous—because it wasn’t just anger anymore.It was something worse.

He swallowed.I felt it beneath my palm.“I think you’re losing your shit over nothing.”

I smirked.That got him.Because I wasn’t just mad now—I wasenjoyingit.And he knew.

He looked like he wanted to run.But he didn’t.He looked like he wanted to fight.But he didn’t.He stayed.Letting me see everything he didn’t say.

So I leaned in, my lips brushing his jaw.Not a kiss.A promise.A warning.

“Try it,” I said.“Go ahead.Fuck my brother.”

My hand tightened around his throat, just enough to make him suck in a breath.

“But if you do…” I leaned in, my mouth at his ear.“You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

He shuddered.I felt it.Every broken breath.Every tremble.Every pulse pounding under my skin.

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