Page 24 of Professor Obsessed

“Maybe I should go,” the lump in my throat threatened to manifest itself in the most hideous way. I didn’t want to get into this tonight, or ever.

I wanted to be happy again, with Emma.

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EMMA

My hands shook as he stood, pulling on his dirty clothing that stank like gasoline and smoke. The sight of him leaving should’ve made me happy. I should be ready to rid him out of my life. I should’ve done a lot of things. But instead, I flung myself off the bed throwing my arms around him.

“Please,” I cried, “don't go yet.”

He stiffened under my grip, his lean body molded perfect to mine.

“Do you really want me to stay,” his voice was a whisper, but it was deafening in the silence of the room.

I nodded against his back, unable to admit the words out loud.

He turned slowly, his emerald green eyes pierced into mine emotionlessly. It was as if I wasn't looking at the same Chase.

“Tell me the truth,” I whispered.

He shoved me back towards my bed, knocking me flat on my back. He climbed on top of me straddling me, pinning my hands above my head in a tight grip.

“The truth is,” he snarled, “Lacey was a whore who fucked around on me.” His breath came out in sharp gasps, “I don’t regret watching the life drain out of her. I regret everything I gave her. My money, my time, my fucking heart.”

“And her dumbass ex was all too easy to pin the blame on,” he scoffed as if it was child’s play, “he had the motive, he drank, did drugs, it was easy to manipulate him into thinking he had done it in a drunken fit. That fucking whore had no taste,” he shook his head intensely, his neck cracking in the process, “choosing him over me was the last mistake she’d ever make. I made damn sure of it. And enjoyed every minute of it.”

My mind thought back to her mutilated body, cut open, beaten, and stuffed with rocks in every crevice both new and natural born ones. And he enjoyed every minute of it, spoken in his own words.

“Did you,” my cracked voice sounded far away, “take her after she was,” my eyes squeezed shut with the question, “ya know.”

His dark laugh rippled across my skin, “Of course not, kitten. I’m not crazy. I prefer to take pussy that’s totally aware of what I’m doing to them. I want them to know who fills them. To feel their fear as I stuff my cock in them.”

My thighs clenched at the last thing he said. Something was wrong with me.

His hands tightened around my wrists as he went on about the things he had done for her, the cars, the apartment, everything in between. Jealousy scurried through my mind as he spoke about all of the girls he loved before.

Jealous that no one had ever felt that passionate about me.

“The others didn’t appreciate the things I did for them,” he said, referring to the girls in the picture online, the ones that lived and made the cases against him. “I solved their problems for them and was painted out to be a monster. I’ve always been the villain in their stories. You, kitten, are the only one worthy of how intensely I love.”

I didn’t know what to say to all that he was admitting to me.

Chase killed people. Not just one or two, over a dozen. He called himself passionate, but even I knew that heartbreak wasn’t a reason to kill someone. Lacey may not have been the best lover, but she didn’t deserve to die, did she? I warred with myself over that question, part of me was happy she was gone. Leaving no competition for Chase's heart.

I was becoming a sick person, or had I always been?

“I’m not crazy,” he muttered. His breath tingled across my skin giving me goosebumps. The air conditioning unit kicked on filling the silence in the room as I mulled over everything I’d learned that night.

“Did you have something to do with Dr. Murdock?”

His lips turned up into a dark sneer, “No one talks to you like that kitten,” he chuckled darkly, “your tears are mine.”

His words sent chills through me. A steady thump settled in my core at his possessive declaration.

My nipples hardened under the sheet, the friction of them against it sent wetness streaming down my thighs. I hated my body. The way it reacted disgusted me and the emotions I went through tonight gave me whiplash. Nausea crept in at the fact that I found myself justifying him killing Lacey. I would never cheat on him, a voice in my head spoke, I’d do everything I could to make him happy. Cheating wasn’t a reason to murder someone, I told myself hoping to drown out the manipulative voice in my head.

Thinking of all the other girls sent my mind in a tailspin of envy. What did they have that I didn’t? They had him first, and if they accepted his advances and his passion, I wouldn’t be lying under him.

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