All Chapters of The Mafia Professor’s Cruel Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

|| Author POV ||Killian rested his face in his palm, pressing the pillow beneath his elbow and his eyes stayed fixed on Rosalie.He went easy on her. He didn’t let his beast loose on her delicate body. She looked so peaceful sleeping soundly beside the devil.He knew his words had hurt her. But what else could he say? What was love, anyway?To him, it was nothing but a lie. Everyone chasing after something for their own gain.Still, he couldn’t understand why he wanted her. So, he named it obsession.If it’s temporary, then let it be. He didn’t care. Killian slowly brushed the strands of hair away from her face. His fingers grazed her smooth fair skin.His eyes drifted down to her lips.Is it lust?If it was lust, he should have been satisfied by now. He’d fucked her thrice already. So why does he feel like he can’t get enough of her? Why did he feel like he wasn’t ready to let her go?He didn’t want to think about it. He thought his obsession would fade after claiming her but no, it

|| Rosalie’s Pov ||And I finally stopped when my eyes found her name. My mother’s. Carved into the stone. Right beside hers, my father’s. Both in the front row.My breath faltered. I stepped closer. My hands were trembling slightly. My knees bent before I could stop them and I found myself kneeling on the ground in front of them.My eyes suddenly felt so warm. I pressed my lips together trying not to cry. I closed my eyes, letting the ache rise in my chest and I gently joined my hands in prayer.“H-hi Momma.” as I mumbled, tears came out of my eyes. My heart felt so, so, so heavy. “I missed you, Momma. I missed you so much.”|| Author POV ||Killian quietly followed her, then stood still just a few steps behind her.His eyes settled on her kneeling figure before the tombs. His expression was void of warmth, void of sympathy even after seeing her shaking and weeping.No flicker of emotion crossed his face. He didn’t even know what he was feeling. He just stared blankly. Coldly.As if

|| Author POV ||Killian’s hand slid lower to her mini denim. His fingers curled on the chain. Just as he was about to pull the chain down, he halted.“I–I’m sorry for the interruption, boss!”Chris’s startled voice rang out from the doorway. Rosa’s eyes widened, immediately snapping to Killian’s face. Killian’s jaw clenched hearing Chris’s voice from behind.Without hesitation, Killian settled her top back over her exposed chest. The fabric snapped into place as annoyance visibly clouded his expression.He didn’t bother hiding his irritation or look back. Chris had barged in unannounced and whatever reason he had better be worth it.Killian’s dark gaze fell on Rosa, silently ordering her to stay quiet without even looking back. Then, he wrapped an arm around the back of her waist and carefully lifted her.Rosa instantly wrapped her legs around his torso, clinging to him like a child. Her face was still flushed and her body was trembling from the moment Chris had just ruined.And yet,

|| Author POV ||Rosa quietly pushed the notebook toward Killian. Her lashes lowered and her teeth caught her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure if she got the answer right. She’d double-checked the sum three times, but fear still gnawed at her nerves.What if it was wrong?Killian didn’t even look at the page at first. His piercing gaze landed on her face to study her. Then, his cold eyes dropped before taking the notebook.“Wrong.” he said flatly.A chill passed down her spine. “I–I’m sorrie.”Killian set the notebook down with a thud. “Sorry doesn’t fix it. Come here.”Rosa blinked. Her heart skipped a beat at the sharpness in his tone.Why does it feel like she’ll get punished?With a small pout, Rosa stood up slowly. Her feet padded toward him. Her head lowered, fingers nervously picking at the hem of her shirt. She stopped right in front of him, unable to lift her eyes to his.Killian turned toward her, sitting like a king on his throne.His dead gaze dropped to her, standing nervously

|| Author POV ||Rosa peeked inside. And her eyes widened.Old furniture. A dusty table. A mirror with a crack down the middle. The air smelled like wood and age. There were no chains, blood, or body. It was just an old unused room.She stared frozen. Confused.“See, there’s nothing here.” Killian said quietly. “You were dreaming, rabbit.”Rosa blinked rapidly as if trying to clear something from her eyes. Her chest rose and fell with shaky breaths. “But it–it felt so real.” she whispered.Rosa turned into him, burying her face against his torso. “Believe me. I feel like it was r-real.” she held him tightly like she needed something to hold onto, anything that made sense.“I s-saw blood.” she murmured frantically. “And scary fingers... and your eyes were so cold. Y-you.. a blody sa-saw and-and–”“I told you, your fever was high!” Killian interrupted. “You were out for two days. The mind plays cruel tricks when it’s weak, bunny.”“But–” Rosa swallowed “It wasn’t just a dream. Trust m-m