Run To Me; Part Sixteen
Summary: Dad!Mob!Tom. Sequel to BAK but you don’t have to read that one first. If you wish too, the link is in my bio masterlist!!
Run To Me: Series Masterlist!
Warnings: PTSD/anxiety signs. Does Rosie being cute count? - Also the fact that I didn’t have much time for editing and improving this part!
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Plump, swollen lips and hooded eyes stare at you from the other side of the mirror before heading back to your neck that was already scattered in shades of blue and purple. They ran from the area just beneath your ear to your collarbones but it wasn’t that that you had been focused on, but instead the arms wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest.
Tom held you loosely, fingers plush against his cotton shirt and he swore he’d never seen a sight so spectacular. You stood there looking fucking ravishing, despite your hair a scattered mess and smelling utterly of sex. But he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
“You,” He begins, smoothing out the shirt. “Are a fucking queen.”