Page 120 of Unapologetic Obsession
My heart slammed against my rib cage at the threat.
His fingers released my face. “Tell me his name before I lose it.” The words came out soft, precise, each one landing like ice against my skin.
His stance remained tense, body rigid and unmoving. There was a distinct smell in the air, an acrid mix of anger and determination.
I shook my head, not entirely convinced he wouldn't go after his own brother. He was like an animal, driven to eliminate any threats that prevented him from mating with his female.
His face went blank, a mask sliding into place that revealed nothing of the storm raging behind it. “Protecting another man in front of me was a stupid thing to do.”
The edge in his voice made my stomach clench. At this state, reason might have abandoned him completely. I pivoted on my heel, ready to take off.
Before I could take another step, his hand threaded into my hair, curling into a tight fist. He twisted my hair, pulling it taut at the roots. It ignited something primal in me, and I turned in his hold to claw his face. He barely registered the attack.
In one fluid motion, he seized both my wrists and yanked me to his chest. “You’re mine, Rose. I don’t give a shit who you can or can’t get over.”
“Let me go.” My body twisted in a desperate attempt to wrench myself free. But his grip around my waist and on my hair was like metal shackles.
“You would’ve loved me if you saw me first. You said it yourself. So, pretend that you did.”
Despite the frantic drumming in my chest, I couldn’t lie to him. “It doesn’t work that way.”
The hold on my tresses tightened with an unspoken rage before he yanked my head back, exposing my throat. I dug my nails into his arm, feeling the muscle beneath my fingertips. His fingers coiled around my throat, cutting off my oxygen. I immediately retracted my claws.
His mouth crashed against mine with bruising force, making me shriek. I shoved against his chest, but he was immovable.
He tipped me, forcing me to lose my balance, and threw me to the ground. Pain exploded at the back of my head when I landed on the hard floor with a thud. But I couldn’t let the pain distract me because I knew he was seconds away from pinning me down. The last thing I wanted was to be near him. I pressed my hands on the concrete, crawling backward on myelbows to get away from him. I screamed when my back hit the wall, realizing I was trapped. Footsteps echoed ominously in the silence, each step vibrating through my bones as he neared. He seemed menacing, and I huddled against the wall, warding him away with two hands held in front of my face. But he kept advancing. His hand shot out to grab my neck. He peeled me off the wall and pushed me to the ground once more.
“Please, Professor Maxwell,” I begged.
“Caden,” he leaned over to murmur against my throat. “Call me Caden.”
When his hand left my waist to clutch at my shirt, I knew there was only one thing that might snap him out of it. “Caden, please stop. You promised to wait.”
The sound of his name on my lips made him freeze. There was a tinge of sadness in his eyes—remorse, if I wasn’t mistaken—because he didn’t plan on stopping. It was an apology he would never utter.
Instead, he said, “I promised to wait if you gave this a chance. You didn't hold up your end of the deal, either.” His mouth ghosted across my skin, forehead, and cheeks. “The only thing that matters now is thatIlove you, and the only way I’ll stop loving you is if someone puts a fucking bullet through my head. I won’t apologize for doing whatever it takes to be with you. If this is the only way I can have you, then so be it, because I refuse to live without you.”
My heart felt heavy at his vacant eyes, as though some darker entity had claimed his body. With one violent jerk, he tore the buttons of my shirt, skittering them across the floor.
“Caden, you have to stop,” I whispered, desperate to cling to his humanity. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I wasn’t above begging. “Please, Caden. Not like this.”
He shuddered, his breath hot against my ear. “I love hearing you say my name.” He pinned my wrists next to my head, his fingers digging into the delicate flesh until I gasped.
“You’re hurting me!” The words evaporated into the air between us. “Please stop!” My voice cracked.
“You’re only making it worse for yourself by fighting me,” he whispered, each syllable dripping with honeyed venom.
I stopped breathing, stopped thrashing, too. True fear froze my blood as I looked into those empty eyes. This wasn’t the same man who had sometimes pushed the boundaries.
Professor Maxwell seized my face between his hands. His mouth crashed against mine with such force that my head knocked back against the floor again. The shock of violation paralyzed me as he forced himself inside, not caring if I was wet enough to take him. Each brutal thrust pushed me across the new hardwood floors until his hands anchored my hips in place.
I was limp beneath him, retreating in some corner of my mind. When his fingers found their way between us, waves of unwanted pleasure jolted me into the present.
My release came seconds before his with a shout that had me seeing a white flash.
He slumped against me, his weight crushing the air from my lungs. I stared at the ceiling, my mind struggling to reconcile this moment with my consciousness. The warehouse walls seemed to close in around us.
His lips brushed over my forehead, tender in a way that made my stomach turn. Words failed me as he pulled out, leaving a warm trail down my thighs.
