Teach Me: A Bad Boy Professor Romance (The Me Series Book 1)

by Penelope Marshall

  "Fine. I'll leave, but what about the charges—the tramp?"

  "Why don't you ask her yourself?" I bellowed.

  "Tell me where to find her."

  I didn't want to show him how much his presence affected me, but how could I hold back all these years of anger and frustration?

  My face turned hot with every emotion one could feel at a moment like this. "She's standing right in front of you,"

  He shook his head. "No, not you."

  "What did you think was gonna happen? You don't tell your only son he has a sister. How was that supposed to turn out?"

  He shook his head.

  "Did she know? Did my mom know?"

  He slid his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat, glancing over at Regan who glared back angrily.

  I pressed my palms against my chest. "Look at me, not him! Why wouldn't she tell me?"

  "Who knows why your mother did anything she did. She made my life miserable, and I can only assume she did the same to you. Look at you."

  "She did the best she could with what she had," I shouted, wiping the ever-increasing tears from my eyes.

  "I'm sorry I left you with her. I just assumed a daughter should be with her mother."

  REGAN

  I tried my best to restrain myself from beating the shit out of him for calling my woman a tramp, and tarnishing the memory of her mother all in one conversation. If someone had ever spoken about my father that way, they'd be six feet under without a headstone to mark their grave. But I knew Cher needed this chance to speak her piece, and I wasn't going to take that away from her. It was the only reason I hadn't planted a fist across his smug jaw.

  "We didn't eat some nights. Do you know that? I went hungry. Did my brother go hungry?"

  Her secrets hurt me, but I could finally see why she had built such thick walls, and why she bore such hatred for men. I could finally see her for who she really was, and what she was able to offer. I wanted to hold her, and push the wolves away, keeping her safe with me forever.

  Brian stepped forward. "I didn't know, but if I had, I would've taken care of you. I've always loved you and thought about you. You're my only daughter."

  "You seem so sure of that fact—seems as though you couldn't keep it in your pants, even when you were with her. Aren't Reese and I the same age?"

  The door slammed shut. "Yes, we are."

  Reese was standing at the door, holding a small white drop slip in his hand.

  "What's going on? Why are you here, Dad? Why is Cher crying?"

  "Son, I can explain all of this. Let's go home and—"

  "Fuck no, what's going on?" he asked, moving toward his father.

  "Calm down."

  "Cher, tell me what the fuck is going on? What did he say to you? Why are you crying?"

  She shook her head and walked over to me, burying her face in my chest. I took that to mean she needed me to step in, and I was happy to lift the burden from her.

  I wrapped my arms around her tightly. "She's your sister."

  "My fucking what?"

  Brian stepped toward Reese, resting his hand on his chest. "This was a long time ago son. I was with her mother for a short time, but then I met your mother and fell in love."

  Reese shrugged Brian's hand off his shoulder. "Get the fuck off me. Does my mom know?"

  "No. "

  "You've got to be fucking kidding me. I was gonna try and make out with my own sister?"

  "You didn't know."

  "Yeah, and you made sure of that didn't you?" Reese walked backward toward the door, his eyes shifting between Cher and his father. "Stay the fuck away from me, both of you."

  "Son," Brian called out as the door closed in his face. He turned back to us. "I suppose you're happy now that you've broken up my family?"

  The anger welled in the pit of my stomach. "Looks like you broke up your own fuckin' family, Mr. Lex."

  "None of this would've happened if you'd kept your nose out of my son's business."

  I moved Cher out of the way, taking a step toward him. "What the fuck did you say to me?"

  "I said this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't told him about pressing charges."

  "If you'd teach your son to keep his goddam dick in his pants then maybe none of this would've happened. Looks like he got that trait from you."

  His looked past me toward Cher. "Don't you look at her."

  "Are you pressing charges or not? I can pay you and your little whore."

  "Is that all you're worried about? Him?" Cher cried.

  I glanced over my shoulder, my heart aching for her.

  "He is my son."

  I whipped around, ready to throat punch him for denying Cher a second time. "I'll give you one fuckin' chance to walk away."

  He shifted his gaze from mine to hers. I watched as the realization washed over his face—the realization that he had just lost his daughter forever. He turned and angrily pushed the door open, disappearing into the hall. I waited a few seconds before turning around. I needed to calm down and let the anger recede from my face.

  Unfurling my fists, I took a few deep breaths then turned around, ready to comfort her in her greatest time of need. Her arms were crossed—her face stoic as she silently stared out the window.

  "Cher."

  She shook her head—her lip quivering in the sunlight beaming through the glass.

  "Cher, are you okay?" I moved toward her, but she backed away.

  "I can't believe he knew about me all these years—knew where I was, and didn't reach out." She wiped away a tear.

  "He's a dick. You're better off."

  "Why didn't she tell me? I deserved to know."

  I moved closer, hoping she wouldn't counter my efforts. "She did what she thought was right because she loved you."

  "Did she? Or was she so scared of life she wanted me to be scared with her?"

  "I didn't know her, but it seemed from what you've told me, that she loved you, Cher. Who could presume to understand a mother's love or the depths they would go to keep their children safe?"

  "I don't feel very safe."

  I wrapped my arms around her as she pressed her cheek against my chest. "You're safe with me, Cher—always."

  She was the one. I couldn't deny it anymore—I couldn't deny her. Sometimes love happens in the blink of an eye—too fast for us to realize. I didn't start out wanting to fall in love with my student, in fact, it's the one thing I hoped would never happen. Sometimes, the things we fear the most are the things that eventually teach us the true meanings of life.

  CHER

  He felt like home to me. Funny how the one thing I'd run so hard from—so desperately I couldn't think of anything else—just happened to be what I needed most to heal.

  EPILOGUE

  A week later…

  "What if she doesn't like me?"

  "She's gonna love you, just like I do."

  I adjusted my dress, clearing my throat as I laid my hands neatly on the fresh white linen covering the restaurant table. I adjusted the 2-carat, princess cut diamond, shimmering on my left hand which Regan had surprised me with four days after the incident with my father. I was worried we were being impetuous, but I realized I couldn't continue to live in fear, and still hope for a future different from my mothers. I loved him, and he loved me, and that's all I needed to take my leap.

  "Mom." Regan stood from his seat.

  I turned my head to find the woman I had spoken to at the lake, standing next to me, smiling.

  "It's you," I said.

  She smiled. "Well, I see you took a chance."

  I looked up at Regan, who had a confused look painted across his face. "You two know each other?"

  My lips parted, but before I could respond, his mother chimed in, "Oh, yes. We go way back." She shot me a wink as Regan moved around the table to pull her chair out, kissing her on the cheek as she sat.

  A smile washed over my face as she rested her warm hand on mine. I couldn't tell you how
complete my life felt at that moment. I had everything I'd ever needed, but never realized I wanted.

  BOOK TWO: INDECENCY

  COPYRIGHT © 2016 BY PENELOPE MARSHALL

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  INDECENCY

  CONTENTS

  INDECENCY

  ESCAPE

  CALM WATER

  FERAL

  WRATH

  BIG PÀPI CHULO

  FURY

  MY PROPERTY

  ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

  REDEMPTION

  BROTHERS

  INDECENCY

  What happens when two alphas want the same woman?

  Death...that's what happens.

  Hunter is an ex-Navy SEAL who now works for Citadel, a private security company. A chance meeting with Celeste, after a car accident, leaves him drawn to the wounded girl, who is still covered with fresh bruises from being held captive by Rez, an iron-fisted mafia boss.

  Hunter promises her safety, but an old friend has the capability of ruining everything with just one phone call.

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  Dedication

  To my family for their unwavering support.

  Let us make this journey together…you and I…to love one another in the face of storms. I shall be your temptress, and you shall be my muse.

  Acknowledgements

  I'd like to thank everyone who helped make this book possible:

  My wonderful beta readers and friends, who are willing to read anything I throw at them:

  Jeanette, Liz, Alma, Avril, Kelsey, and my Dad.

  Charity, my all around Ass Kicker and Superhero.

  INDECENCY

  CELESTE

  Three days ago…

  It's funny what a woman is worth when no one cares about her. One would think a human life would cost more than the change found in the center console of a car, but there were some of us who knew better. The some of us who made a living on our backs, doing the things any respectable woman would never dream of.

  I couldn't even tell you the last time I saw the light of day without Rez, the mob boss for the Torello family, standing next to me, keeping me from freedom and reminding me at every turn I didn't live in that world anymore; I lived in his. He owned me, bought and paid for with a mere two hundred dollars. A fact he reminded me of every chance he could.

  I was his number one girl, though you would never know it by the way he treated me. He was one mean son-of-a-bitch and handled me with an iron fist. It's a funny thing to know the taste of freedom, lose it, and want to die because of it.

  Death would be sweet right about now.

  I'm sure death had its drawbacks, but I knew it offered a degree of reprieve from the horror this world had wrought upon me; the horror he wrought upon me.

  There was a slight tap at the door, which caused my breathing to quicken. I pulled the thick white down comforter over my scantily clad body, trying to cover any exposed skin.

  "Yes?" I asked.

  The locks clicked, the chain slid off its track, and the large wooden door creaked open. The added security was not to keep the evil out; it was to keep me in place for when evil decided to pay a visit. Evil that was as handsome as the sky was blue. Evil that scared the hell out of me but made me wet every time its sexy physique walked into the room.

  My heart sunk. "Rez," I said, whipping out of bed, kneeling on the floor with my hands clasped behind me.

  "Sir," I added after the fact.

  Fuck…too late.

  Speaking to him without addressing him as 'Sir' was a big no-no, and I was about to be punished for it. His eyes were on fire, his hand ready to slap me the moment he stepped through the doorway.

  Before I knew it, I was on the floor, my cheek searing from the back-handed slap. He had a quick hand; I could tell you that much. I pushed myself back up to my knees, clasping my hands behind me. I looked up at his firm jaw, and the well- groomed beard that covered it. I tried to look away, but I couldn't help but admire how seductively handsome he was.

  What kind of fucked up woman is attracted to a man who only uses her for sex?

  "Don't you ever…ever…"

  "I'm sorry, Sir," I whimpered.

  "Did I give you permission to speak?" he asked as his hand careened across my face again, sending me sailing to the floor.

  I rested my palm on the throbbing flesh of my cheek, in no hurry to get back up.

  "Get the fuck up!" he yelled.

  I pushed myself off the floor once again. "I'm sorry, Sir."

  "You're always fuckin' sorry. You're a sorry ass bitch. You know how many bitches want to be where you are, and you don't even appreciate how well I treat your dirty ass."

  I repositioned myself on my knees with my hands once again clasped behind me. "I know. I'm sorry, Sir."

  "How many times do I need to remind you of your place?" he barked.

  I didn't know what to say. Pretty much any answer would infuriate him at this point.

  He leaned his ear toward my mouth. "How many fuckin' times do I need to remind you?"

  "A lot, Sir," I said, looking at the floor.

  "Are you gonna be a good little girl today?"

  "Yes, Sir." I nodded.

  A smile rose on his face. "That's better. Isn't that better when we come to an understanding?" he asked as he unbuckled his belt.

  "Yes, Sir."

  "You know you're gonna have to be punished, right?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Stand up."

  I obeyed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't say no to him. His chiseled muscles, hard body, and the way he demanded things of me, got me wet every time. I couldn't control the way my body responded to his dominance, even when my head and heart told me it was wrong.

  He walked behind me, laying his hands on my breasts, fervently caressing them. They eventually made their way under my camisole, tugging and pinching at my hard nipples. I wanted him, and the things I knew he could do to me if I were a good girl.

  "You deserve this, right?" he asked.

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Show me that you enjoy it."

  I raised my hands behind me, clasping my palms at the back of his neck as he continued to knead my ample C cups with his strong hands. He flicked his tongue at my ear, sliding his hands down my stomach, past the edges of my panties, and slipping his fingers between my thighs, discovering the moist crease hidden behind the lace. I did not oppose him. I could not oppose him.

  God, why couldn't I oppose him?

  "Do you want it?"

  "Yes, Sir," I whispered.

  "I don't feel like you want it," he said in a firm voice as he slid in his finger, massaging me from inside.

  "I want it, Sir," I said more adamantly as I gripped the back of his neck tightly.

  He pulled his finger out abruptly, causing me to stumble back a bit from the loss of his body against mine, and walked across the room to grab the wooden chair that sat in the corner.

  Plopping it down in front of me, he said, "Sit."

  I did as he asked. I watched as he took a match and lit the candle which sat on top of my dresser. Pulling open the top drawer—his drawer—he removed three sets of silver handcuffs.

  "Do you trust me?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said, shakily.

  "Put your hands behind you and spread your legs," he ordered.

  I silently complied. He secured my wrists with one set, and each ankle to a leg of the chair with the other two sets, affixing my legs i
n a spread position. My panties were already soaked. No matter how much I tried to hate this part, deep down inside, I secretly loved it. I think he knew it, too.

  I'm a fuckin' animal.

  He yanked his belt from the loops in his pants. "Have you been a bad little girl?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said, looking down, frightened, and excited all at the same time.

  "Do bad girls need to be punished?"

  I nodded. I felt a sharp slap on my inner thigh from the leather belt.

  "I asked you a question. Does your Sir not deserve a verbal response?"

  "You do, Sir, and yes, bad girls deserve punishment."

  Another slap of the belt seared through the nerves in my leg. I moaned, partly from pleasure and partly from pain. He dangled the belt in front of my face, then slowly looped it around my neck, affixing it tightly, allowing as little air as possible.

  "Sir, may I speak freely?"

  "You may."

  "I feel a little light-headed, Sir."

  "Is that your Sir's problem?"

  "No, Sir," I replied, sliding in and out of consciousness.

  He grabbed the candle he had lit earlier and walked toward me. My lids fluttered as I watched him tilt the candle over my thighs, letting the melted wax drip onto my flesh.

  I squealed a little at the initial burn. The sensation sent my body into a frenzy, every nerve ending begging for more. He walked behind me and yanked my hair back, holding the candle over my neck, dripping the wax over my breasts.

  My body responded to the tantalizing burn by releasing a rush of adrenaline.

  He stood in front of me and unzipped his pants. "Open your mouth," he ordered.

  I relaxed my jaw to take him in. Rocking back and forth, he skillfully mastered his rhythm, as he grasped onto the nape of my neck, forcing himself to the back of my throat. His forcefulness was hard to take at times, but I knew if I opposed him, he would just make my punishment last longer.