16. Emma
Chase’s grip was relentless, the sheet fell around my ankles, my naked body brushing against his. I couldn”t believe what I was seeing. Pictures of me over the last year, with Anna, with Nate, walking alone, eating alone, outside of my apartment. Then there were the newspapers and pictures of other women that bared a striking resemblance to me. All of us with brown, shoulder length hair, fair skinned, mostly alone.
He preyed on us.
Stalker.
Professor Preys on College students.
Office Romance Gone Horribly Wrong.
Disappearance.
Just who was Dr. Lowe? God I had been sleeping with this man. I was horrified as he slammed me against the wall. His hands shook gripping me, his intense glare froze me in place. My chest heaved, my nipples puckered, my body betraying me under the force of his grip, sending wetness dripping down my thighs.
“You will not fucking leave me Emma,” he growled, “you’re mine.”
My body trembled and convulsed. Chase’s cock hardened against my belly. His bare chest rose and fell in wheezing breaths. His lips collided with mine, our breathing mangled together while he ravaged me. His hands tore at my skin and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He plunged his cock into me, the wet sucking sound making me sick with the realization that I had no self control when it came to this man.
He fucked me ferociously against the wall. His dick rubbing along my swollen clit as my pussy quivered with the oncoming orgasm, “Fuck, Chase, fuck,” I chanted as my pussy gripped him tightly.
He bit my lower lip until it bled, his teeth coated in the thick red fluid. He trailed that blood down my chest as he bit into my nipples. I clenched and screamed when his hands went between our bodies to pinch my clit. I came in a mess of shakes and sweat as he spilled into me again. Our come coated his cock, slowly trickling out of my pussy while his cock soaked in me.
What had I done?
His heart hammered in his chest against me as he softened, sliding out of me. Come trickled down my thighs, the same way the tears rolled down my cheeks. He licked my tears and chuckled darkly against my neck, nuzzling me as if I hadn’t just walked in on the most horrific thing I”d ever witnessed.
“Chase,” I said, pushing at his body that still pinned me to the wall. My bare legs were wrapped around him, my sensitive cunt swollen and sticky against his pelvis, “Let me go.”
His body went frigid, “You’re not fucking leaving me Emma.”
His voice was a snarl from somewhere deep in his chest.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled.
I shook with trepidation. A multitude of emotions were ricocheting in my mind, for fucks sake I had this mans come running down my leg. I felt sick. Sick because I saw this and my pussy still got soaked for him. Sick because of what I was seeing in those headlines.
Sick because I still wanted him.