Page 111 of Unapologetic Obsession
My fingernails carved half-moons into the seat as he drove deeper, each thrust sending me higher until I shattered completely with a broken cry. I let go, my forehead falling against the cool glass. He answered with a growl that vibrated through his chest into mine, his teeth grazing my shoulder, and his dick filling me as he branded himself on my body.
His teeth latched onto my flesh, signaling his approaching release. The rhythm of his body changed, more urgent now, more desperate, as he chased his pleasure. The sound of wet flesh and skin slapping against skin filled the car.
With a final powerful surge, Caden went rigid, and his release flooded me with liquid heat that seemed to reach my very core. I trembled with satisfaction, and although I knew this feeling was temporary, my addiction to him was unquenchable.
He pulled out of me, spun me around, and pressed my back against the cool leather, all in one fluid motion. His fingers wrapping around my neck sent a thrill through me as his lips claimed mine. I clutched at his hair, fingers twisting through the thick locks, surrendering to the desperate ache of my body.
Without breaking the kiss, his powerful arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me up. I was pulled flush against his body, straddling him with my legs on either side of his hips. His tongue explored my mouth with the same rhythm he’d used to possess my body.
I savored the taste of him as heat bloomed in my belly, radiating through my body.
His muscles finally went slack under my fingertips, and I collapsed against him. Each breath came out ragged and shallow, my mind a beautiful blur of sensation. No matter how I tried to steady myself, my lungs refused to cooperate. With a soft whimper, I let my forehead find his shoulder.
I pulled back to look at his face. The heat in his eyes seemed to devour the small space between us. He had a drugging effecton me. It was addicting, and I knew this feeling was never-ending.
Unfortunately, our reality destroyed the beautiful haze.
Snippets of sex from these very positions returned to me tenfold. Amelie said I was choosing not to remember certain things, and I realized why I had expunged something so beautiful from my mind.
I erased sex from my mind because of what Caden had done.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
ROSE
Past
“See you later.”Amelie waved at me, rushing off to her next class. She knew waiting for me was futile; I was always the last to leave.
I lifted my hand in return, simultaneously wiping down the counters and putting away the beakers. By the time I packed my tote bag, the lab was eerily quiet.
Weird.
The research assistants were generally around, but it seemed they had snuck out with the rest of the students. Why did Professor Maxwell dismiss them so early? Whatever the reason, I was suddenly alone in a big lab, and it was too quiet for comfort.
I slung the handles of my bag over my shoulders and turned to leave. I gasped when I found Professor Maxwell blocking the entrance.
Things had been immensely awkward since our big blowout. Like a coward, I faked sickness to skip the previous class. I needed the reprieve, but cutting class was a one-time luxury. Attendance was mandatory if I wanted to graduate, and I eventually dragged my ass back to the lab.
Despite the devastating memories of what happened here, I had managed to distract myself by keeping busy. For a horrifying moment, I thought he might summon me to his office again. Other students stuck to their lab groups, while he dragged me away from mine at every chance. I never looked too deeply into it until our fallout.
At first, I believed Professor Maxwell had singled me out as his mentee because we had connected in a way he rarely did with others. I was wrong. I now realize he had deliberately chosen toonlylet me in, brushing off the attempts of like-minded people to bond with him. His motivations for it remained a mystery.
Only one thing was crystal clear: he was possessive. He was unwilling to share my time and couldn’t stand it when others competed for my attention. I had seen it in the way he glared whenever I giggled with Amelie, as if all my laughs belonged exclusively to him. Or when Sean gossiped with me, and Professor Maxwell insisted I share every trivial detail with him. But nothing triggered his possessiveness like when I shared notes—or anything at all—with Matt. That always got me pulled from my group and isolated for the remainder of the lab.
I had arrived at class with trepidation, wondering what awaited me today. To my shock, Professor Maxwell didn’t so much as glance my way. There hadn’t been any need to be alone with him, either. He didn’t pull me from the group to serve as his personal assistant, and I thought he had finally gotten the hint.
Until now.
It didn’t cross my mind that he had only pretended to drop the topic so I would let my defenses down and stay behind like always.
This was planned.
Professor Maxwell’s arms were crossed over his chest as he watched me. There was no way to skirt past him.
“Hello, Professor Maxwell.”
