Todos los capítulos de Spellbound by Obsession: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The sound of students leaving the classrooms echoed through the college hallway like a call to what would be my destiny. While the other students hurried to their next commitments, I walked slowly toward Professor Dorian Caine’s literature auditorium.He stood on the auditorium stage, with those gray eyes that seemed to see through all my masks. When he spoke about *Wuthering Heights* to the graduate class, his voice was a spell in itself. Deep, resonant, full of a passion that made my stomach tighten.“Heathcliff and Catherine…” he said, sweeping the auditorium with his penetrating gaze. “They represent obsession in its purest form. A connection that transcends death.”His eyes lingered on me for a second longer than necessary, and I felt my face burn. He wasn’t just teaching about obsession — he embodied it.After the lecture, while everyone dispersed, I pretended to organize my notebooks. He approached my row, his woody perfume enveloping me like an embrace.“Lara…” he said, his to

I woke up gasping, the sheets tangled around my body like suffocating snakes. My heart hammered against my ribs as if trying to escape. The image was still burned behind my eyelids.Lara, but not the Lara I knew from my classes.In my dreams, she was… different. Bolder. Her eyes, usually downcast and evasive, burned with a bluish fire that made me feel like a rare manuscript being devoured by flames.She wore a red dress that clung to every curve of her body, and her mouth moved with words I couldn’t hear but felt like a physical touch on my skin.“Dorian?” My wife Sarah’s soft voice cut through the haze of my desire. “Are you okay? You were thrashing around…”I turned to look at her. Her messy blonde hair, her blue eyes full of genuine concern. Sarah, my anchor, my reality. And yet…“Just a nightmare,” I lied, my voice harsher than usual. “Go back to sleep.”But when she snuggled against my chest, her familiar lavender scent couldn’t erase the smell of jasmine and something darker, m

The evening light filtered through the stained glass windows of the university library. I knew it was a mistake to be here after closing hours, alone with her. But my body no longer obeyed me — it responded to a deeper, more primal call.“Professor?” Lara’s voice echoed between the oak shelves, soft as black silk. “Are you here?”My fists clenched at the sound of her footsteps approaching. Every beat of my heart screamed that this was wrong, but the blood in my veins whispered: *finally*.She appeared in the literature aisle, wrapped in the elongated shadows of twilight. Her eyes found me instantly, as if she always knew where I would be.“You came,” she said, and it wasn’t a question, but a statement. Her voice held a slight tremor, almost imperceptible, but I heard it — a mix of nervousness and anticipation that made my blood boil.“Lara, this needs to stop,” my voice came out hoarse, unrecognizable. “This is…”“What?” she interrupted, stepping forward until she was only a foot away

The scalding water of the shower fell over my skin like a perverse purification. I closed my eyes, letting the steam envelop me while my hands slid across my body, tracing the paths that his had taken in the library.Each touch was an evocation, each shiver an invocation.“Dorian…” I whispered to the curtain of steam, as if the very name were a spell.On the shower bench, the voodoo doll rested on a white towel, its black bead eyes staring at me with silent accusation. Water splashed onto its cloth body, staining it a darker red where blood had already seeped into the fabric.I picked up the first pin from the case beside it. Long, sharp, gleaming under the bathroom light.“So that he may see me,” I murmured, driving the needle into the doll’s left eye.A sharp stab cut across my own temple, but I smiled through the pain. It was real. It was working.My hand slid between my legs, finding the wetness of my desire. I imagined it was his fingers, not mine, touching me with that mixture o

Morning arrived with the softness of a punch to the stomach. I woke in my office, where I had slept, or tried to sleep, after coming home the night before with Lara’s scent still imprinted on my skin. My phone vibrated incessantly on the desk, an irritating buzz that seemed to echo the tremor in my nerves.“Dorian?” Sarah’s voice came from the door, strangely restrained. “You need to… See this.”She was pale, holding her iPad with trembling hands. Her eyes, normally so clear and open, were red and avoiding mine.“Sarah, what happened?” I asked, rising to my feet. My heart began to race faster, a sensation of impending disaster.She didn’t answer, just placed the tablet on my desk. The screen showed an anonymous email with a link and a single line of text:“Everyone deserves to know the real Professor Caine.”I clicked the link with stiff fingers. The video loaded. Grainy, but unmistakable. The interior of my car. Lara on her knees. My own guttural moans coming from the speakers.“Oh,