Page 84 of Unapologetic Obsession
Until now.
My physical defiance was egging him on and without my voice, there was no one to call for help. Perhaps it was best to concede.
Sensing my resolve fade, he turned me around and pushed me onto my back. He took my lips for another earth-shattering kiss. His tongue dove deep, practically in my throat.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
He whispered against my lips, “Talk to me if you’re overwhelmed about us. Don’t disappear like that, or next time, I’ll spank your ass until it’s red.”
What?
I was panting. His warm breath was against my neck as he pressed me down with a hand on my chest.
“I let my guard down because I thought you were finally letting me in. I should have known better. Never sneak out of my bed again, not while I’m out buyingyoubreakfast. Otherwise, I’ll handcuff you to the bed next time.”
My eyes widened, and I froze. Blood rushed to my head as the realization dawned on me.
It wasn’t Damon on the boat; it was Professor Maxwell.
No!
The weight of the situation pressed down until my chest was ready to burst.
Professor Maxwell’s fingers probed between my thighs. Stunned, I let him migrate south. I emotionally checked out for a moment and only snapped out of my stupor when his tongue slid over my clit. I bucked, but he didn’t let up. He was a quick study. No one would guess he was new at oral sex, and it wasn’t long before he stabbed deep with his tongue, and I came with an earth-shattering climax. It was so intense that I wondered whether I would pass out.
When I came to my senses, my heavy-lidded eyes landed on the closed door. There were people on the other side of it while we engaged in salacious behavior mere feet away from them. If only they could hear us through the soundproof walls and knew what their revered professor was doing to me.
He blasted up, seized my hips, and thrust inside me. It wasn’t gentle or tender, but punishing and forceful.
At first, I couldn’t focus on the dull throbbing between my thighs because the pain in my chest was worse. But when he started moving faster and deeper, my body convulsed in unbearable agony. I clutched at his shoulders for anchor.
“I can’t be gentle right now. Do you understand me?”
He might be a doctor, but he was built like a lumberjack with a body that could compete with any professional athlete. The onslaught would be brutal if he refused to hold back, and he didn’t disappoint. He thrust at a manic speed, with only one goal in mind.
Fuck, that hurt.
Flinching, I tried pushing against his chest, but he gathered both my wrists and slammed them against the floor. He held them hostage while he pillaged. He had no intention of stopping. No matter what I did, I couldn’t slow him down for respite. He was relentless in his pursuit.
Painful tears seeped out of my eyes, but he wasn’t deterred. When I whimpered, his grip on my hips tightened, holding mefirm in case I had plans of slinking away. I barely heard him mumbling over the throbbing pain in my womb.
“It was hell being so close to you and not being able to touch you.”
“I never thought you would be ready.”
“I thought you had finally given in, then you disappeared.”
“If you leave me again, I’ll tie you to me.”
My back arched when his fingers dug into my hips. I pushed against him, silently begging him to slow down with body language, and when that didn’t work, I scratched his neck and shoulders like a cat fighting off a coyote.
He was utterly unaware of my distress, and by the time he climaxed, I was trembling from head to toe.
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Twenty-Nine
ROSE
