Page 83 of Unapologetic Obsession
She shrugged and slipped out with the rest of the group.
I glanced around the empty room, panic flaring.
Professor Maxwell crossed his arms and glared at me. “Close the door,” he ordered.
I wanted to ask,Have I done something wrong?but couldn’t. His anger had me in paralysis. It took me several moments to make my way to the door. My hands were shaking as I turned the knob.
The door had barely shut when my face was pressed against it. I hadn’t realized when he had moved from his desk and plastered his body against my back.
I yelped.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it,” Professor Maxwell burst out. “I’m barely hanging on. Don’t push me right now.”
What the…
“Did you think you wouldn’t have to face me again if you snuck out?”
Was he referring to the student-faculty affair? There were hundreds of people, and it was perfectly normal that our paths never crossed.
He turned me around and grabbed my upper arm. Professor Maxwell wore a menacing look, his face flushed with fury. “I’m jeopardizing my career for you, and you’re treating this like a game.”
He was standing so near that I could catch the amber scent of his skin. I attempted to create some space between us and pushed at his chest. My heart raced when he grabbed my fingers and glared at me from beneath his eyebrows.
I didn’t know what to do. Panicked, I tried to take a tentative step away from him. Again, he stopped me. He lost it when I tried to disengage a third time. He shoved me against the door and captured my lips for a hard kiss.
For a moment, I didn’t move.
I was stunned.
His fingers slid into my hair and grasped my tendrils to tilt my head up. He wrapped a hand around my neck as his tongue invaded my mouth, moving assertively. It was an enraged kiss like he was pouring something inside me.
His ironclad grip on my neck momentarily cut off my circulation, and my thoughts with it. He kissed me as if he were taking possession of me, leaving me with no choice but to submit. My brain short-circuited when I realized his lips on me didn’t feel like a foreign invasion. The familiarity behind the kiss overpowered me, turning me into putty in his hands. An intense heat spread through me as his lips consumed mine, while his knee urged my legs apart. The clash of our tongues and teeth intensified with every passing second. It was only when I felt the firm pressure building against my leg that my eyes shot open.
What the hell was he doing?
I came out of my stupor and shoved at his chest. He didn’t budge. He didn’t even notice my resistance. Or perhaps he did and it fueled him. I tried to mumbleStopand managed to tear away from his mouth. With a hand on my cheek, he merely turned my face and continued his assault.
Not knowing what else to do, I bit his lip. He didn’t care, his hand merely drifted to my ass for a warning squeeze. He was in a world of his own, even when I screamed in his mouth and beat his chest.
He finally pulled back and nestled his face against my neck, his lips skimming along my collarbone. “You don’t get to freak out about us and leave. Not whenyoustarted this.”
My hand flew to my lips, which were puffy and swollen. He raised his head, breathing heavily, and pulled me off the door. I tried to grab onto something to stop this madness and made contact with the edge of the worktable. He moved me with such ferocity that I couldn’t hang on and my hand knocked over an incubator. The glass top cracked on the floor, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even seem to hear it.
He tossed me on the couch by the windows. When he stepped back, I thought he was finally coming to his senses. Then I realized he had only done so to pull off his sweater.
“I’ve already waited too fucking long for you. I won’t do it again.”
I didn’t understand. Professor Maxwell spoke as if we had already crossed some sort of boundary when there was still time to stop this madness.
He was on me before I could scramble away. Without hesitation, he reached under my skirt, grabbed my white underwear, and swiftly slid them down my legs.
It turned into a battle. I was trying to talk, but no words came out of my parted lips. I couldn’t believe this was the moment my voice decided to leave me entirely. I couldn’t manage a singleNo,but I was wrestling him. Couldn’t he take the hint?
I used my hands instead, but he seemed possessed, unaware. With eyes blazing with fury, he grabbed my cap-sleeve shirt and tore it open. Buttons scattered to the ground, and I realized he had lost his mind. I jackknifed off the couch and took a step toward the door when he lunged at me. With a hand on my ankle, he dragged me back, and I fell face forward on the rug in front of the couch.
He held me tightly against his chest with one hand while unzipping his pants with the other. When I felt his erectionagainst my hip, I tried to crawl away. This time, he bit my earlobe, and I nearly fainted from the sting.
It suddenly dawned on me that nothing could stop this storm and resisting was futile. There were bruises on my arms, rug burns, and blood on my scraped knees. My ear was pounding and I was in immense pain. It was the first time I saw the monster lurking inside Professor Maxwell, the one he carefully hid while he was with me.
