"You had to tell me last minute that your mum was coming?" You scold Tom, Harrison laughing at your reaction.
You'd been sitting with Harrison when Tom came in straight from work to tell you that his mum was arriving, quite literally pulling into the driveway with Paddy and god knows who else. Your eyes had widened and breathing got caught in your throat before your hands felt clammy at the thought of meeting his mother.
He'd promised that she was lovely, but Technically Nikki was your mother in law and while you were slowly starting to accept that, you couldn't help but become riddled with nerves. Wondering if, in fact, she was as harsh as Dom.
"Of course, sweet pea. Couldn't have you panicking and running out on me could we?" He grinned from ear to ear, humour taking over and a knock at the door made Harrison move from his place, giving Tom a pat on the back and you a quick wink.
"Goodluck yeah." He said. "Don't let Nikki smother her, Thomas"
Tom groaned. "Shut the fuck up, Haz. I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" Harrison nodded, opening the door and leaving. You secretly wanted to run after him, beg him to take you with him but Tom had hawkeyes.
"Fucking asshole" you grumble, folding your arms over your chest.
"Watch that mouth, princess" The threat was empty, a mere joke that made your cheeks heat up but Tom finds himself staring at the not-near fading mark on your neck. Signifying the time you two spent together yesterday.
Running his fingers over the blemish, you shuddered, swatting his hand away. "Might want to cover that little number up. Don't want my mother to know what we do behind closed doors"
You hurriedly tried to cover the mark, forgetting all about the fact that Tom had wanted to show his men just who's girl you were yesterday.
"God I hate you" Your voice is a little higher than usual and if anyone else spoke the words you had mere seconds ago they would've been in his bad books, on his hit list but you-, the words sounded like music to his ears.
You were practically skin to skin, Toms cocky grin enough to make your heart rate pick up. "Once again, Watch that mouth"
Before Tom could kiss you, who you assumed was Nikki walked in followed by three boys. Two that you recognised to be Sam and Harry and the littlest, Paddy.
Tom was simply a spitting image of Nikki, and you couldn't help but giggle when she pulled her eldest son into her arms, Tom groaning softly before muttering a small 'hi mum'. The two middle children stood back, arms crossed as they watched the scene unfold. You watched too, but instead of a scowl, you wore a small smile, watching as Tom interacted with the two members of his family.
He hugged his mum tightly, asking about how she was if she had any new information etc before pulling away. Paddy dived straight into his older brothers welcoming arms. Tom was ready for it, arms stretched wide and a genuine smile on his features.
"I missed you, bud," He said, pulling away from the hug to see just how much the youngest brother had grown. Almost completely forgetting that Sam and Harry were in the room.
Paddy was almost jumping up and down. "I missed you too but Sam and Harry were telling me that I was being stupid" He shrugged, not letting the two moodier boys ruin his mood.
Tom moved closer to Paddy, stopping next to his ear and whispering a small, "Sam and Harry are stupid" making Paddy giggle and Nikki gently smack the two boys over the head, laughing herself.
It was already obvious that Tom was a family man, even if he tried to keep that fact hidden. He cared about his mother and he adored Paddy, the two of them obviously had a connection and Nikki seemed to love her son despite his business. She's married to the previous boss you div, of course, she doesn't mind the business.
The boys weren't laughing though, neither of them looked as if they wanted to be there.
"Sam, Harry" Tom muttered, his smile falling when he came face to face with the boys.
"Hey, Tommy" Harry mocked, folded arms shaking slightly when he laughed. They way he spoke surely meant to trouble.
With no reluctance, Tom rolled his eyes, wondering why the boys even came.
You remembered just how stubborn the two boys were and how aggravated they seemed to make their older brother at the brothel, hoping that wasn't a regular thing but that point seemed doubtful.
Tom moved on, his only reaction is a small huff. He took your hand, gently pulling you forward to face everyone and you found comfort in staring at the wooden flooring. "Mum, Padds, this is Y/N."
Nikki's face lifted almost immediately, leaving her son's side to look you up and down, not judgmentally but in fact adoringly.
She gasped, placing a hand over her heart. "God you're even more beautiful than when you were younger"
You almost forgot that she'd seen you when you were a child, probably even kept a closer eye on you then your own parents had and even possibly, going to lengths to keep your head attached to your body.
Tom laughed, agreeing with his mother subtly.
"Thank you" You smile politely, Tom rested a comforting hand on your upper back and ran circles over the covered skin. "W-what age was I when we first meet?"
"Oh sweetie we never meet, I was just always there"
"There was a better way to put that" Toms thick, Kingston accent snapped you out of a haze, your mind processing exactly what she'd said.
With wide eyes you nodded a few times, unsure of her words. Did it mean they had a camera? Were their men secretly following you your whole life? The thought alone sent shivers down your spine and you suddenly felt uncomfortable being around everyone in the room.
Tom had to wonder, if his parents kept their eyes on you, kept you alive, then how were they in the dark about your mother's death? He didn't feel uncomfortable about what his parents did, even doing it himself. It was how things worked in the mafia, inside info didn't just arrive at your doorstep.
"I'm glad the two of you are getting along" She pointed out, hand moving to your neck to flip a strand of hair over your shoulders and you didn't think twice until her eyes were on your neck, a small smirk you'd seen one too many times on your own mans face and you quickly threw your hair back over the mark.
The boys snickered, Tom included and you couldn't help but smile because Tom was laughing, genuinely laughing.
Nikki, however, took in everything, head to toe. She wasn't exactly proud of the deal, of forcing her son into marriage but she couldn't deny that you were exactly what she'd envisioned for her boy. It did hurt her to hand that paper over, and it hurt even more when Tom found out.
She remembered the day he found the paper, eyes gleaming with anger and fist white from gripping the paper. He screamed, he yelled, and he did whatever he could to forget whether that be drinking, causing havoc and sleeping with as many girls necessary.
But now as she saw you practically glowing, relaxing under his hand and Tom grinning from ear to ear, every ounce of guilt she felt slowly washed away.
"Geez man, just couldn't help yourself could you?"
You felt Toms' fingers falter, their actions halting as he tensed when Sam spoke and you felt the nerves return. "Shut your fucking mouth, Sam"
Nikki seemed to notice the newly arrived tension, rolling her eyes at her boy's childish behaviour. "Sam, leave your brother alone. He's happy. And Tom, Language!" She grabs your left hand, holding it up and gasping loudly when she didn't see a shiny, dime on your wedding finger. "Thomas! Get this girl a ring for god's sake"
Sam and Harry snickered. "Quite the husband you are, Tommy"
Turning around, you gripped his bicep, not feeling affected by the boy's words one bit but Tom was another story. He had power, so much of it and anyone that stepped out of line would feel his wrath but not them, never them. Tom could do anything he wanted, take out his anger on any rival he so wished and sometimes he had to wonder why he put up with them, the two that craved the power he possessed.
"I don't need a ring, we're happy as we are now" You were gritting your teeth, the perfect family you'd seen minutes ago now vanished and you saw just how this wouldn't work. Sam and Harry were dead set on getting on Tom's nerves while Nicki oversaw all of it. Paddy was obvious, obviously looking up to his siblings too much to see any flaws in them or their relationships.
"Spoil this girl, Thomas." She winked, letting go of your hand and smiling at the two of you and ignoring the mumbling that came from her other two sons. "Why're we not sitting down yet?! Tom, have you got any of that lovely wine I enjoy?"
-
It was fair to say that Nikki loved you and Paddy admired you and finally, after three hours of sitting, talking and drinking expensive wine your heart was able to take a break from its excessive beating.
Now you stood staring in the giant mirror Tom kept in his bathroom, teeth cleaned moments ago so the taste of wine was non-existent wearing only one of his large shirts and a pair of shorts, an outfit you had become all too familiar with recently.
It was comfortable and the shirt smelt strongly of him and the cologne he often wore, it was almost your way of showing him that you were his and he loved it, drowning in thoughts whenever you'd waltz out in a shirt of his or even sleep in a pair of his boxer shorts.
He walked into the bathroom, bottom lip between his teeth when he saw you and even in the simple outfit he'd say you were dressed to the nines, all of your natural beauty shining through.
Tom could tell with a simple glance that you weren't wearing a bra and smiled to himself. "Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working"
Tom smirks, arms wrapping his arms around your waist as he came up behind you, the only thing keeping you apart were a few items of clothing.
"I don't see how" You find yourself melting into his arms, your body practically moulding into his. "I'm just standing here"
You were drowning in the shirt that even on him, was too large and while he enjoyed seeing you in it, all he was thinking of right now was peeling it off and getting his hands on what was underneath.
He tightens his arms, gripping the edges of your shirt and shuffling it up slowly, eyes trained on the mirror the whole time. He even saw you watching, stealing small glances at the screen when his fingertips made contact with your skin.
"You always respond so well to me" He mumbles, lips making contact with your collarbone. "Let's see what we can do"
Tom saw the small shudder that left your lips and the way your lips parted. Your usual battle for dominance, was now non-existent as you let Tom hold you, his hands supporting every aspect.
"You look so fucking beautiful" He muttered, hot breath hitting your neck. "so good in my shirt"
"Tom-," You start, only finding yourself hanging your head back when his lips made their way down your neck, leaving feathery kisses.
It wasn't like the two of you hadn't done anything like this before, but this time it was different. You liked each other this time and Instead of merely grazing your skin, his fingertips were leaving fireworks in their path.
This time he was able to enjoy the way you felt in his arms, the soft breathes that escaped your lips when he ran a hand down your sides or the fact that he could make you shiver with just his words.
You shivered when your shirt was pulled up around your bellybutton, the cold, bathroom air hitting your flesh and when you glanced up at the mirror, you saw his bruised knuckles, the purple and blue blotches that seemed to match yours so goddamn close to your skin and you nearly lost all control when his hand snuck up your shirt, fingertips running beneath your breast and you had to wonder whether or not you did the right thing by choosing not to throw one on earlier.
"Is this okay?" He tried, hand that was under your shirt now tickling the soft skin.
You nodded, head falling back onto his shoulders but that wasn't enough for him, no Tom wanted words. He wanted to hear your voice.
"Answer me, babydoll" He instructed.
"It's good, it-it's fine"
You were jelly in his fingertips, body caving into him as his hands-, much larger than your own may I add, explored your chest. His thumbs rubbing your most sensitive areas and your mouth fell open, his nimble fingers making your body react straight away.
Tom was stunned by you, overwhelmed even when he locked eyes on his shirt, his knuckles could easily be seen through the thin material and he smirked to himself, eyeing your flustered cheeks and closed eyes, even leaning back into his embrace when he applied a bit more pressure than before.
His other hand rested on your thigh now, drawing figures up and down the exposed skin and he had to hold back a groan when you took his free hand into your own, taking control and guiding it up slowly. It was your way of giving permission and he was ecstatic, tugging at the draw strap, fingers hooking around the waistband.
He used his teeth to nip at your ear softly, tilting your head forward. "Open your eyes, princess, look at yourself"
It was like a wave of excitement washed over your body and you found yourself looking at the two of you in the large bathroom mirror. Tom was smirking to himself, head pressed against yours as his hand made its way into your shorts, running over the line of your underwear, feeling the lace before slipping his fingers in.
The heat in your cheeks only seemed to worsen and you tried to look away. With a craned neck Toms' lips found yours, kissing softly before nipping at your bottom lip, feeling the gasp that escaped when he ran a finger over your folds before moving to rub slow circles over your clit.
The action was sudden and sent jolts of electricity through your body but you wanted more, for him to move faster.
"T-Tom, do more, please"
He grinned and one of your hands moved to grip his wrist that was moving inside of you, looking up at the mirror for a moment and almost shielding away in embarrassment when you saw him looking already, his eyes hitting yours. Your hand was wrapped tightly around his wrist, almost guiding his movements and taking some of the control.
Small pants and moans left your lips, a thin layer of sweat making its way on your brow and Tom was living for every second. He had what he craved, Control.
"After this princess, I'm gonna take you in the back and fuck you hard against my desk. would you like that, angel?"
His words sent shivers down your spine, a moan slipping from your lips when he let his fingers drift to your clit once again.
"I need words, my love"
You gasped, drawing out a small, "Yes, Tom. Fuck-, yes"
Every action was slow and meaningful but his words were something else. They were dirty and full of promises that he swore he was going to keep.
You bucked your hips, wanting to feel more and it worked but you also felt him and everything he was holding back. Toms hard cock sat against your legs, standing tall and you used your free hand to slide it between your bodies, gripping his shirt for a second when he moved deeper.
"You're so fucking beautiful, poppet" he muttered when you took a step forward, tracing his V line for a few moments before your hand reaching into the waistband of his pants only for Tom to remove his hand from your chest, taking your hand that was ready for him and removing it.
You pouted lightly, Tom picked it up in the mirror and smirked.
"Not yet, this is about you" He promises, manoeuvring himself so that his hand was in yours, kissing your knuckles softly.
He removes his hand from your pants, the sudden absence making you whine and buck your hips.
"Why'd you stop?" Your voice comes out more desperate than what you were expecting, but you can't complain further when he spins you around, arms around your waist which you were thankful for considering your legs were now wobbly, jelly-like.
Tom cursed to himself, your flushed cheeks, frazzled hair and wrinkled shirt all an outcome of your previous activities and if anything it excites him even more.
For the longest time you were legally his, but your heart was elsewhere, set on finding your way back home and a part of you felt like a damsel in distress, feeling as if you'd only jumped into his arms when trouble arose but maybe you needed the submission, to give into someone as put together as Tom.
"I did say that I was going to take you back to my office didn't I, poppet?"
-
Your phone sat in one hand, other hand gripping your thigh, nails digging into the bare flesh.
"Poppet" Toms voice snapped you out of your thoughts, more so forcing your eyes off of your screen and moving your finger straight to the off button before he could see exactly what was on the screen. "It's late"
You nodded, tapping your phone against your thigh a few times before placing it on the bedside table, turning around to come face to face with a doe-eyed Tom.
He was staring up at you with possibly the softest eyes, ones that possibly couldn't belong to a killer. Curls tousled messily, the odd one laying across his forehead.
After your bathroom antics earlier, Tom had taken you straight to his office and done exactly what he said he'd do and you were seemingly on cloud nine, your head felt fuzzy and heart fluttered every time he muttered your name, your name. Everything felt all too good to be true.
"Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine" You lied straight through your teeth, glassy eyes refusing to meet Tom's gaze and instead focused on the sheets.
"C'mere then, darling" Tom pulled you towards him but not even his grasp could calm your beating heart and if he noticed your shaking he surely didn't say anything, only pull you in further.
He was calm for the moment, one would even say happy and relaxed so who were you to rain on his parade?
That night your mind was on those messages, the thick, black letters haunting you.
'You're getting too close.'
'Enjoy it while you can.'