Page 23 of Professor Obsessed

I was confused then, “I just came in you twice, and now you’re telling me we shouldn’t have?” I moved her beside me so I could stare into her eyes, “the way your pussy gripped me tells a different story.”

A blush crept up her neck, she looked down biting her swollen lips. Her tongue ran along the full pinkness as my eyes followed desperately. I could feel her thighs against mine as they squeezed together, fighting the urge to mount me again. Emma could deny it all she wanted, but the way she felt when she squirted around me told me more than any words ever could.

“I saw the articles Chase.” Her expression turned cold when she looked at me. “Who were all of those women and what happened to them?” Her hazel eyes stared into mine as her voice broke, “and what will you do to me?”

“If you stay,” I swallowed, “then nothing.” It was as truthful as I could be. I loved Emma, and in time she would love me too, this time I was sure.

But if she ever left me, that was a heartbreak I was sure I’d never recover from. I thought about what I’d do if she were to leave me for good. I didn't consider myself a violent man. Just passionate. But society wasn't ready for that. I loved with my entire being, I loved Emma with every single sick beat of my heart.

If she were to leave me, I’d lose my mind completely. I would kill her. Watch her take her last breath only to follow right after. My soul would find hers in the next life, and beg for her love all over again. Emma would forever be mine no matter the lifetime. And I couldn't, no, I wouldn’t live without her.

“And if I don’t stay?” her whispered question interrupted my reverie.

“Emma,” I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyes until the black spots swam in my vision. It was so hard for me to think about hurting my Emma, but I’d never peacefully let her go knowing she's the other half to my soul. How could I explain that to her? That everything I'd do, would be out of love.

I was a contradiction. I’d do anything to make Emma happy. As long as it was with me.

Her brow furrowed as she waited for me to respond, “Would you kill me too?”

I wasn’t in the mood for this, but denying her was challenging, “I would rather die than live without you,” which was the truth.

“You didn’t answer me.” She sat up, dragging the sheet with her covering her bare breasts. “I think you need to leave.”

My heart skipped a beat in my chest, a shiver ran through my body, “Emma please,” my hands reached for hers but she snatched them away, “I didn’t answer because I don’t know how to.” I was trying to be honest.

“It’s not a hard question Chase, would you fucking kill me like you did Lacey?” She spat the words out at me, cutting me with them as they settled in the pit of my stomach like a boulder.

“You,” I shook, unable to find the right words, “you don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me.”

My lungs ached, my arms weighed a million pounds. My head throbbed with every single word she spoke. I wanted to curl up with my kitten and sleep the shitty night off. The images of Nate groping her still left me with residual rage.

“I tried to make her see,” I focused on a spot on the floor remembering that night, “she wouldn’t understand that everything I did was for her.”

“So you loved her,” Emma spoke, a hint of jealousy laced her words, “and then you killed her?”

I shook my head, I wasn't crazy. I had a reason.

“Chase,” she snapped, my eyes whipped back to hers, “tell me what you did. Who were they? How many were there? How many more will there be?” Her voice trailed off at the last sentence.

“There’s no one after you,” I met her stare as I spoke the most truthful words I'd ever spoken, “you’re it for me kitten. It’s you or nothing, no one.”

Her nipples hardened under the sheet, the pink buds turning into peaks as her hands tightened their grip on the fabric. Her face turned a gorgeous shade of red as her eyes flicked down to my hardening cock.

“Lacey,” even saying her name made me soften. The thought of that woman made me sick, “was a different story. She was my everything,” I regretted the words as soon as I said them, “until you, I mean,” shit I was fucking this up, I thought, “it’s always been you but at the time, I’d only met you in my dreams, not in real life.”

Her facial expression was hard to read, she looked irritated, not like someone who was asking the horrid details of a murder. Part of me worried that I was divulging too much to her, but I was so lost without her, I wanted to be found again.

The last weeks without her were torture.

“I had found her, after the others, I thought she was the one. But she had a hard time choosing between her ex and me,” my fists clenched at the memories. Me giving her anything she wanted. Buying her a car, paying her rent, paying her student loans. Lacey wanted for nothing, I took care of her. If she even looked at something twice, it was hers. I wanted to give her the entire world, “she was spreading her whore legs for him on the side.”

My stomach heaved at the hurt I felt when I’d found out the truth about her.

Emma’s tiny hand shook around the sheet, as she examined my words.

“Chase,” she began, but I stopped her.

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