Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 43 My Tesla's dashboard is a monument to entropy. Empty coffee cups, most with the barest sip left in each, cluster in the cupholders. Fast food wrappers from places I don't even remember visiting lurk in the footwell. Even the smell of body paint and Bobby's unwashed clothes have been overwhelmed by the aroma of ketchup and fryer grease. The car's interior feels like a physical manifestation of the war being waged inside my skull. A battlefield littered with the corpses of good decisions violently run through by bad choices.

I'm parked at the far end of the strip mall Haven brought me to the other day, positioned behind a dumpster where I have a clear view of the taco stand without being immediately visible. Haven's Land Rover-my Land Rover-sits three spaces from the food truck. She's been outside for seven minutes. Seven minutes of watching her laughing with that fucking imbecile, Milo. I remember the way his eyes tracked her the last time we were here, hungry and obvious. The way they're tracking her now, as she leans against the counter waiting for her order.

A part of me-the good wolf that dragged me to Agony Hollow-is screaming at me to drive away. To go home, take a cold shower, grade papers, maintain the facade that's kept me safe the last few years. The wolf that knows following a student, watching her eat, planning our life together... it ends badly. Prison, disgrace, destruction. The other wolf-the one Evelyn constantly fed treats throughout my childhood-is already calculating the best place to confront Haven. How many zip ties I'd need to subdue her. How long it would take to break her completely.

My cock throbs against my thigh, already hardening just from the fantasy. I could do it right now. Wait for her to come back to the Land Rover, slip behind her as she's unlocking it, sling an arm across her throat, choke her out. Then she'd finally be mine, and mine alone. No taco stand boys. No tormented childhood friends. My good wolf whimpers, "That's kidnapping. Life in prison." My bad wolf growls, "Only if they find the body." Jesus Christ. I press my palms against my eyes until colored lights flash in the dark, trying to stop the spiral. But it's too late.

The images are already flooding in-Haven chained to my bed, tears streaming down her face because she's realized no one's coming for her. Haven on her knees, the fight finally gone from those blue eyes. Haven pregnant with my child, trapped forever in a twisted domestic fantasy where she has no choice but to care for me. To love me. To be with me. Forever. "She'll run if you push her too hard," Good Wolf whines. Bad Wolf snarls, "Let her run. I love the chase." I watch as Milo hands her the plastic basket, his fingers deliberately brushing hers.

He says something that makes her laugh-a bright, genuine laugh she's never given me. My hand drops to my cock, squeezing hard through my pants. Is this what I've become? A pathetic simp, jerking off in his car as he stalks a student who's flirting with another man? And after everything I've done for the little bitch? All the problems I've solved without her even having to fucking ask? Her disrespect gets my cock even harder. I unzip my pants, no longer caring about propriety. The strip mall is mostly empty this time of day.

Haven is sitting at one of the tables, nibbling on a taco as Milo walks over to join her. She has no idea I'm watching. That I've been following her. Stalking her. I spit in my palm and start stroking myself. In my mind, I'm not here in this disgusting car. I'm behind her at that picnic table, forcing her head down as I fuck her from behind. Making Milo watch. Making everyone watch as I claim what's mine. Good Wolf is distraught. "You're destroying everything you've built!" Bad Wolf is howling at the fucking moon. My breathing grows ragged as Milo reaches over and grabs her wrist.

She pulls her hand away, but not fast enough. Not. Fast. Enough. I'm close, so fucking close, when someone raps on my passenger window. I nearly have a heart attack, frantically tucking myself back in, hands shaking as I fumble with the zipper. A young woman in a liquor store uniform peers through the glass, cataloging the mess, my suspicious behavior. I lower the window two inches. "Yes?" She whips an orange flyer from the stack in her hand. "Halloween party. Tailgating, drink specials, the works." I take the flyer with fingers I pray aren't visibly trembling.

She chatters on about costume contests and two-for-one shots while my eyes track Haven getting up from the picnic table. "Delightful, thank you," I interrupt, rolling up the window. She looks offended but walks away without another word. I crumple the flyer and shove it into the side compartment with the other evidence of my unraveling life. When I look back, Haven is climbing into the Land Rover. My erection is painful now, demanding release that isn't coming. The interruption has turned my arousal into something darker, more violent. God knows where she's headed.

Maybe back to the sorority housing I arranged for her. Maybe back into Kai's bed at his frat house. Maybe she's going to Lookout Point to admire the view. I don't need to follow her. She'll land herself back on my radar soon enough. What I do need, is something to satiate my hunger. I would never hurt an animal in my life, hence why I feed both my wolves. But I learned a long time ago that Bad Wolf's hunger can never be sated. Haven, whether she knows it or not, is looking more and more like a tasty meal.

Discover more novels at FindNovel.net "Soon, sweet girl," I murmur, adjusting myself as I drive into a parking bay closer to the taco stand. "Very fucking soon." Milo looks up when I walk up to him. It's already dusk, and he looks to be packing up for the day. The other shops in the strip mall are starting to close too. Only the liquor store's door is still wide open, bright fluorescent lights flickering to life inside. I smile at Milo. He doesn't smile back. "You're losing control," Good Wolf mourns in my head. My smile widens. As if I had any to begin with.