All Chapters of The Alpha professor's Dark Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

**Marcus POV** She was taken aback when I confessed my feelings for her. I’ve battled this realization for too long, but it’s undeniable—I’m falling deeply in love with her. Call it obsession if you want; I couldn’t care less. All I want is to have her by my side, even if it means setting aside my plan for revenge against my brother. “I love you, Cassandra! From the moment I laid eyes on you, I vowed to make you mine, no matter the cost,” I declared, pulling her closer. She struggled to break free from my hold, but her efforts were in vain. “This isn’t love, Marcus; you can’t tell the difference between love and obsession,” she shot back. “I know love when I feel it, Cassandra. Trust me, I’ve lived long enough to tell the difference. What I feel for you is priceless; I’ve never experienced anything like this with anyone else,” I replied, holding her firmly in my arms.“I don't love you, Professor Marcus,” she shot back. Instantly, I loosened my grip on her, a sharp pain surg

Marcus POV The desire in me grew stronger, I picked up, carried her out of the bathroom to the bed. It took all of my willpower not to keep thrusting. Her eyes widened when I pulled out, watching the dread spread across her face. Her plea sent jolts of pleasure up my back. “Marcus,” she squealed with desperation from my continuous teasing. Her skin had been cool, and she immediately let out a breathy sigh. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. As I continued to rub my cock against her wet entrance, she moaned loudly, and I cupped her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple. I tugged on it at the same time that I nipped at the one in my mouth. Her knees came up on either side of me, her legs crossing behind my ass and pressing me into her. I gave her what she wanted, grinding my erection into the apex of her thighs. The feeling was strong without any layers of fabric. She shoved her hand down between us, stroking my erection. And she gripped it a moment later. “Just fuck

Cassandra POVFinally, the day I had long anticipated arrived. I looked at myself in the mirror, a smile spreading across my face. “Freedom at last,” I whispered, taking a deep breath before grabbing my bag and striding out of the room, casting one last glance behind me.I made my way to the stairs, ready to speak with Professor Marcos before I left. It was about time we had a conversation. He had been dodging me for days—every time I tried to reach out, he was either unavailable or buried in work. No more waiting; today was my chance.With the thought of leaving this place fueling my excitement, I felt a surge of purpose. It was time to take control of the situation and finally address what had been left unsaid.Arriving at the dining room, I was surprised to find him seated and having breakfast. The moment he turned to me and smiled, I was taken aback. It was certainly one of the strangest things I’d encountered all day.“You know how much I dislike lateness, Cassandra,” he said sha

Cassandra POV…“Please help me,” I said firmly, dropping to my knees.Professor Susan’s expression shifted from shock to urgency as she rushed to my side and helped me back to my feet.“What happened? Talk to me, Cassandra. If you share what's going on, maybe I can assist you,” she urged, the sadness in her eyes undeniable.I took a deep breath and opened up, recounting everything that had transpired, including how I had been held against my will by Professor Marcus. I was prepared to accept the consequences of my mistakes, but the truth needed to be spoken—I wanted my freedom back. The room fell unnaturally silent as her was shocked.I waited for a response, but it felt like an eternity.“I’m truly sorry, Cassandra, for everything you’ve been through, but I can’t help you,” she said, her words striking me like a bolt of lightning.“Why not?” I demanded, tears beginning to form in my eyes.“Professor Marcus isn’t who you think he is,” she replied.A cold wave of fear washed over me, a

Cassandra POV.I woke up the next morning, my head spinning. My eyes darted across the room, and I realized I wasn't dead. “I’m alive,” I muttered, firmly pulling the drip out of my hand. “Be careful, don’t hurt yourself,” I heard Marcus’ voice from the corner of the room. I turned sharply toward him, and there he was, seated in a king-sized chair, looking like a demigod carved from a painting. I quickly scanned the room again to grasp my surroundings. It sank in that I was in his room, on his bed. My mind began racing with thoughts about everything that had happened and what might have occurred while I was unconscious. “Stop being delusional, Cassandra; I didn’t touch you,” he replied evenly, still not meeting my gaze. “What am I doing here?” I demanded.“You made an attempt on your life yesterday, and I saved you just in time,” he stated, tossing the newspaper aside as he moved closer to me.Keep your distance from me, Marcus,” I said firmly, stepping back. “What were you thin