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He was mine.No matter how hard he pretends to hate it.

CHAPTER 6

William

I should have known Noah wouldn’t let me go that easily after making that comment about his brother,besides it's not my fault Ethan is hot too.

Because now?Now he wasn’t ignoring me.He was watching me.

Everywhere I went, I felt it.His presence wrapped around me like a noose, tightening every time I thought I could breathe.He never touched me, never spoke to me, he didn’t need to.Because the moment I convinced myself that maybe, justmaybe, I was free?

Noah reminded me who I belonged to.

It started small.Subtle.

I’d be sitting in class, pretending to focus, when I’d feel it.His stare.

I turned once—just once—to find him lounging in the back row, his eyes locked onto me, lazy amusement curling at the corner of his lips.He said nothing.Did nothing.

But I could feel it.The weight of his gaze, dragging down my skin, settling low in my stomach.The moment I shifted in my seat, thighs pressing together in frustration, he smirked.Fucking bastard.

Then came the whispers.

Not loud enough for anyone else to hear.Just for me.

Passing me in the hallway“Still thinking about my hands on you, pretty boy?”

Brushing too close in the cafeteria “Betyou wake up hard, don’t you?Wishing I’d fucking wreck you.”

My face would burn.My body would betray me.And Noah?He drank it in.Like he was starving for my humiliation.

Then he stopped playing fair.A party.Another Friday night.Another mistake.

I hadn’t planned to come, but Tim dragged me, insisting I needed to “have fun” again.Like fun was even possible when Noah Draven had my body wired to self-destruct.

I was halfway through a drink when I saw it.Noah.Sitting on the couch, sprawled out like a king on a fucking throne.A girl curled into his side, her fingers tracing his chest.He didn’t even look at her.He was looking at me.

And then—

His hand slid down her thigh.Something inside me snapped.I shouldn’t have cared.I shouldn’t have felt that sharp, ugly heat curl in my gut.But I did.I turned away, shoving my drink back, pretending it didn’t mean anything.I was so fucking stupid.

Because the next thing I knew, I was pressed against the wall in an empty hallway,weird considering we are at a party,Noah’s hand wrapped around my throat.

“Jealous?”His voice was velvet, thick with amusement.

I gritted my teeth.“Fuck you.”

Noah smirked, tilting his head.“You’re cute when you lie.”

His fingers flexed against my neck—just areminderof his strength, his control.He wasn’t squeezing.Yet.I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against his palm.

Noah leaned in, his breath ghosting over my lips.“You want me to stop?”

Yes.No.Yes.No.I want your lips on me, marking me.

I said nothing.He smiled.Fucking smiled.

“That’s what I thought.”

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