Bound by Fatal Obsession

Chapter 1

"You were caught smoking, Ms. Dominguez."

I bit my lower lip and pressed my thighs together. I inhaled Caius' scent lingering in the air. Oh, fuck. He smells fucking good. I'm already wet just by inhaling his scent. He's making me high. I did my best not to moan.

"Don't you like smokers?" I asked.

Caius' forehead creased as if I asked a ridiculous question. I'd stop smoking immediately if he didn't like it.

"I don't like students who smoke," he said firmly.

The dominance in his voice made my knees wobble. I want him to fuck me hard with that domineering voice. Ah. I'm fucking wet. I can't stand being in Caius' presence. He's fucking perfect. I will kill just to have a taste of him.

"Ms. Dominguez." Caius cleared his throat.

I flinched and blinked. "W-what is it?" I asked. My mind had wandered again.

Caius sighed and stroked his hair using long fingers. I unconsciously bit my lower lip. I want those fingers inside me.

"I will let it pass for now. Don't smoke again, Ms. Dominguez, at least not here on campus," he said in a serious tone.

I stared straight into his amber eyes. Caius Lettiere is the most perfect human being in my eyes. His hair is neatly brushed. His thick eyebrows suit his brooding eyes. His pointed nose looks perfect. He has pinkish and kissable lips. I've been dying to touch his clean-shaved and prominent jaw... and damn, he has tattoos on his fingers up to his forearms, to his arms... I know he has tattoos on his chest and back too. There are foreign characters tattooed on his fingers, with stems and thorns up to his forearms.

It's surprising that he can still teach. As far as I know, visible tattoos are prohibited for teachers. But well, I don't care. I love all of him.

"Ms. Dominguez, you may leave now," Caius said, taking off his eyeglasses.

I looked at his handkerchief on the table. It was navy blue. Navy blue is the color of the handkerchief he brings every Tuesday. I fought the urge to snatch it and inhale his scent from it. I just licked my lower lip and looked at the floor, beside Caius' swivel chair.

"Sir Caius. There's a cockroach," I said, pointing at the floor.

He frowned and looked there. I immediately grabbed the handkerchief and hid it in my pocket. Caius looked at me with confusion in his eyes, maybe because he didn't see any cockroach there.

"Oh. It ran away," I just bluffed.

I immediately stormed out of his office. I gripped his handkerchief in my pocket. It's the twelfth handkerchief that I've stolen from him. When I can no longer smell his perfume on the handkerchief I stole, I'll steal another one from him.

I went back to my room and took my bag; as usual, no one talked to me. I don't care about them anyway. I won't go to other