Chapter 10

10

TOBIAS

I 'm ten miles down the road when I get a call from security. I have a bad feeling about this, and I haven't even answered yet.

"Hello?"

"Sir, your son is at the property line demanding to be let in," my security guard informs me.

Fury courses through my veins in an instant. That little shit is back already, and if he's trying to get in when I'm not home, that means he has one thing on his mind—Teagan.

"Tell him to get the fuck out of there," I growl.

I hear the guard telling my son what I said, but he quickly comes back on the line and says, "He's refusing to leave, sir. Should I use force?"

Cursing under my breath, I whip the car around and slam on the accelerator. "No. I'll be there in five. Make him wait."

I take every turn hard and press the car to its limits on the straightaways, and within minutes, I'm home. There's Ricky's bright red, overly flashy car, with the driver himself leaning on the hood as he waits. I skid my own vehicle to a stop, jumping out and slamming the door as I stalk over to him.

"Leave," I say, deadpan, motioning to the guard to leave us in privacy. "I'll give you this one chance to listen, Ricky."

Ricky shrugs one shoulder. "No. I don't think I will."

I'm on him in an instant, the collar of his shirt in my hand, but I exert no force. Despite everything, I still don't want to hurt my son. "You're playing a game you're not going to win, son. Get the fuck out of here."

Instead of looking afraid, he just smirks. "I told her everything, Dad. I even gave her the code to the storage room in your closet."

If I thought I was mad before, it's nothing compared to what I feel right now. That was my secret to reveal to Teagan, my past that had to be reckoned with. And now my pathetic excuse for a son is using it to get back at me for claiming the girl who wanted nothing to do with him. Rage and violence are coursing red hot through my veins.

If he wasn't my flesh and blood, I would kill him right here and now.

I release Ricky, and for a second, I can tell he thinks I'm going to walk away. But then, I pivot, punching my own son in the nose hard enough to break it, the force of the hit reverberating through my arm. Ricky staggers back, blood already flowing, but a broken nose is the extent of his injuries.

"You fucking hit me!" he squeals, incredulous.

I shrug, rubbing my knuckles. "No one else is going to put you in your place, so it's my job to."

He swipes at the blood on his face. "Why? For some waitress? Why are you doing this?"

I sigh. "You've been an entitled asshole all your life, Ricky, and I let you have your fun. I figured that when the time came, you'd realize that ‘no' is a word you have to learn to understand. But Teagan isn't playing games with you and neither am I. She never wanted you, and now she's mine. I'm marrying her, you fucking idiot, and you'll still be hanging on the sidelines, lazy and worthless."

"You don't know that!" Ricky sputters.

"Yes, I do. And I take no joy in it."

"She's been with you all of what? Two months? You're old as hell. What makes you think she's going to stay?" He's grasping at straws now, frantic to get at least one win while he holds his bleeding nose.

"Because, son, no matter how much of a badass you think you are, I am ten times worse. You may not have gotten your hands dirty yet, but you've been raised by a killer. That's a hard image to compete with, isn't it?"

Ricky glares at me. "Fuck you, Dad."

He gets back into his car, and the tires squeal as he speeds off.

"Is everything alright, sir?"

I look at the guard, who has appeared silently, and nod. "Yes, it is. If he shows up again, don't let him in. I'm done playing around with him."

The guard looks stunned but nods and walks away.

Fuck. My pulse is pounding in my ears as I finish the drive to the house, feeling both a vague sense of sadness that my son has amounted to so little, and relief that, even if it wasn't the way I intended, Teagan now knows all of my secrets.

I enter the house, heading straight for my bedroom, already knowing what I will find. Teagan is sitting on the bed, still in her bikini, looking pale and frightened. I turn, see the weapon storage room wide open, and close my eyes with a frustrated sigh.

"It's all in my past, Teagan," I start. "I would have told you, but it doesn't matter. I'm not that man anymore."

Her lip quivers. "You killed people, Tobias."

I nod, not ashamed of my actions. "I did. I'm not going to try and justify it. My father was a horrible person, and when he died, I was left with a lot of responsibility at a young age. I didn't know any other way, and the money was so good. Good enough that I was able to make this life. But I'm retired, doll."

"And you're never going to kill again?"

"No. I'm out. The guns are locked away, and they won't ever see the light of day. I'm not going back."

She studies my face, and the look on hers softens. "I believe you."

I let out a breath. "I'll answer any question you have. Just...don't leave. Stay."

A small smile spreads across her face, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes. Of course, I'm staying."

"Thank God." I walk over to her, pulling her into my arms. She kisses me, but her frame is still stiff in my hands. She's afraid, and some of the careful trust we've built has been broken.

Fuck that. It's unacceptable.

"Did you think about going?" I ask, and after a second, she nods once.

"Yeah. I was scared. I still am. But I'm choosing you, and I want?—"

I shake my head, and her mouth snaps closed. "Teagan, even thinking about it is unacceptable. You've been bad, snooping through my things and imagining that I'd ever let you go. That means you're due for a punishment."

Teagan's eyes go wide. "Tobias..."

I kiss her again, harder, and her body melts against mine. It's so easy to lose myself in her. In the way her lips part for me, the way her fingers slide through my hair and her nails scrape my scalp. The way her body yields to mine, soft and pliant.

And the way her pussy clenches around my cock when she comes. But it isn't her pussy I'm going to have today.

My lips move down her neck, teeth grazing the tender skin. "Turn around and pull those bottoms down. Bend over."

Teagan's breath is heavy in her chest as she turns around and slowly does what she's told, bending at the waist until her palms touch the bed. I step closer, running my hands up the backs of her legs. "Do you want me to spank you, sweetheart? Will that help you remember who owns you?"

Her response is a soft, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

She glances over her shoulder, and says, "Yes, please. Please, Tobias. Spank me."

A groan slips from between my lips, and I lean over her body, kissing the bare skin between her shoulder blades. My cock is throbbing against the confines of my slacks, and there's nothing more I want to do than push her bikini bottoms to the side and fuck her until we're both spent.

But this isn't about my pleasure.

Standing up straight, I bring one hand up and smack her ass, watching the flesh jiggle. The sound is sharp, but she doesn't make a sound. Instead, she just arches her back and spreads her legs a little wider.

"So good for me," I snarl, rubbing her reddened skin. "You've earned two more."

The next spank lands on the opposite ass cheek, and the third goes a little lower. After each one, I rub the sting away and caress her curves.

"Such a sweet ass," I whisper. When my hand comes down again, my fingers slide between the cheeks, and she gasps. "I think I'm going to make it mine right now, and then maybe your punishment will be complete."

I step back, and when I look down, I can see her thighs are slick with arousal.

"On the bed," I order. "Ass in the air."

She crawls onto the mattress, and I'm right behind her. Once she's in the middle of the bed, her cheek against the mattress, she looks over her shoulder.

"You're claiming every inch of my body, right?"

I smile and climb up behind her. "I am, doll. I'll make you feel so good you'll feel me for days. I'm going to make you come while my cock is buried deep inside your ass. Do you want that?"

"God, yes."

Her eyes turn glassy, pupils blown wide, and she bites her bottom lip. She's glistening with her own wetness, her pussy swollen and needy. The temptation is almost too much, but I resist, instead grabbing her hips and lifting them higher.

"Just relax," I tell her, spreading her ass.

The sight of her tight, virgin hole makes my dick ache, and I have to fight the urge to plunge into her without another word.

"I'm going to take this ass, doll," I growl. "You're mine. Only mine."

With one hand, I pull my cock free, and with the other, I grab the lube from the bedside table. Teagan is whimpering beneath me, her fingers digging into the blanket.

"Breathe," I whisper. "This might hurt, but I'll go slow. Tell me if you need me to stop."

Teagan whimpers again but nods. "Okay. Yes, Tobias."

I slick her asshole with lube, and then cover my cock with it, stroking myself as I admire her. Fuck, this is the best sight in the world. My girl waiting for me to mark her and damn if it doesn't turn me into an animal.

With one hand on her ass, and the other holding the base of my cock, I line myself up. She's shaking with anticipation, and my hips surge forward, inch by agonizing inch until I bury myself inside her tight, virgin ass.

She squirms and moans, and I keep moving, slowly sliding back and forth, letting her body adjust to the feel of me.

"Oh my god, Tobias," she cries. "I feel so full. Oh god. Yes!"

I reach down and slide a finger between her thighs, finding her swollen clit and stroking it firmly. She bucks and clamps her thighs, trapping my hand. The more I touch her, the more her body softens and yields to me.

"Good girl," I praise, feeling her open and take all of me. "Just relax and take it. Let me fill you up, Teagan."

She whimpers, and I can feel her body opening for me, taking more and more of my member with every thrust.

"Oh god," she gasps. "It's feels so good. Keep going. Please, Tobias. More. I want more."

I groan, her words spurring me on. I pull back and then slam forward, filling her completely, and she cries out.

"Yes," she moans. "Please. Don't stop."

"Don't worry," I say, voice rough. "I'm not going to stop. Not until your ass is full of my come."

I reach forward and grab her hair, wrapping the silky locks around my fist and pulling her back against me. Her head snaps back and her spine bows, and the change in position allows me to slide even deeper.

"That's it," I growl. "Take every inch of my cock, doll. You're so fucking perfect."

She's moaning now, her body rocking back against me, and I know she's close to the edge. Her ass is gripping me like a vise, and her thighs are quivering.

"Come for me," I order, fingers working her clit. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

She lets out a long, low moan, and her whole body shudders as her orgasm hits. I don't slow down, taking her harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

"That's it," I pant. "Come on, sweetheart. Come all over my cock."

Teagan screams, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure crash over her. She's squeezing me so tight that I can barely move, but the friction is enough to send me over the edge. I come hard, filling her ass with hot, sticky spurts.

When I'm spent, I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily. She's trembling beneath me, and when I pull out, she gasps.

"Are you alright, doll?" I ask.

She nods, looking back at me, her expression sated and sleepy.

"Yes. But I'm exhausted."

I smile, leaning forward to kiss her. "Then take a nap. I'll wake you up for dinner."

She nods and closes her eyes, and in seconds, she's asleep. I tuck her under the covers and then head for the shower. After washing off, I return to the bedroom and get dressed. She's still asleep, and she doesn't even stir as I kiss her forehead and leave.

In the kitchen, I pull a bottle of red wine from the rack and pour myself a glass. I carry it out to the balcony, leaning on the railing and looking out at the lake.

Things haven't gone according to plan. Ricky was supposed to be occupied for a few more weeks at least in San Francisco, but I should have known he'd be stubborn. It's something he gets from me, unfortunately. So be it. He's back, but he knows I'm serious. I doubt he'll come sniffing around again.

I turn and look at my sleeping girl, her beautiful face relaxed and satisfied. She'll be asleep for a few hours, at least. It should be just long enough for me to get everything set up.