Page 9 of Ruthless Possession

And then—

He let go.Stepped back.

Just like that.I sucked in a breath, my chest heaving.“Fucking asshole.”

Noah just chuckled.“And you love it.”

He walked away, leaving me wrecked in the hallway, my body burning for something I shouldn’t want.

By Monday, I was done.

I couldn’t do this.I couldn’t survive this.Noah was inside my head, twisting me up, making me crave something I should fucking hate.So, I decided,maybe not the best decision I could come up with, but I was desperate.Avoid him.Completely.

No stolen glances.No reacting to his whispers.No falling for his fucking games.It lasted three days.Then Noah snapped.I was heading to class when I felt it—his grip on my wrist, yanking me into an empty locker room.He slammed me against the lockers, eyes burning.

“You think you can ignore me?”he breathed, his voice dangerous.

I swallowed hard.“I don’t belong to you.”

Noah’s jaw ticked.“Say that again.”

I lifted my chin.“I.Don’t.Belong.To you.”Why the fuck do I keep on putting myself in this situations and opening my big mouth.

His eyes darkened.And then he smiled.Fuck.

“That’s cute,” he murmured, stepping closer.Too close.“You think you have a choice?”

I was shaking.With anger.With need.With everything he was pulling out of me.Noah’s fingers ghosted over my lips.

“You can fight it all you want, pretty boy.”His voice was pure sin, pure promise.“But in the end?We both know exactly where you’ll end up.”

I sucked in a breath.“Where?”

Noah’s eyes locked onto mine, hungry.Wild.

He pressed his lips to my ear.

“On your knees, begging for more.”

CHAPTER 7

Noah

William was coming undone.And I was loving it.

I watched him try to fight it—try to fight me—but it was fucking pointless.Every time I pushed, he trembled.Every time I whispered filth in his ear, he flushed.Every time I touched him, even for a second, he melted.

Then I’d pull away.And that?That was the best part.Because William wasn’t just desperate now.He was losing himself in it.

I wasn’t touching him anymore.Not like before.No more teasing brushes of my fingers against his skin.No more lingering hands on his waist when I passed by.No more whispers that made his knees go weak.I wanted to see what he’d do when I took it all away.And the result?

Fucking glorious.

The first day, he ignored it.Acted like he was relieved I wasn’t tormenting him.

The second day, he started watching me.I’d catch him in class, his gaze flickering toward me, waiting for me to do something.Begging for it without realizing.

By the third day?He was a mess.Fidgeting in his seat.Jaw clenched.Restless.Furious.

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