Ruthless Obsession

I ask for nothing. I bow to no one.

Then Teagan Mercer arrives on campus. She’s to blame for destroying my life, but I refuse to let her ruin my shot at the NFL.

I will never forgive her for what she did, and I have the power to make her pay.

When the memories come rushing back, I’m falling into the darkness that nearly destroyed me. But this time, I’m taking her down with me.

My hard-on painfully strained against my jeans as I leaned against the tree. The rough bark rubbing the sleeve of my navy polo shirt as I watched her every move.

A ray of sunshine trickled through the red, orange, and yellow leaves, spotlighting the dark brown highlights in her otherwise black hair. Teagan Mercer was stunning. She was more than beautiful with her toned legs, curvy hips, and perky tits. But her eyes … those doe-like eyes could melt the hardest of hearts. Except for mine. The only thing I wanted to see were tears in them while I made her beg for mercy.

I rubbed my clean-shaven jaw, then stuffed my hand in my pocket as I watched her frown at her phone screen. My dick twitching at the mere thought of bringing Teagan to her knees.

“Teagan!” A pretty blonde strolled across the lush green Oregon grass. The rain would begin soon, but the last remnants of autumn stubbornly clung to the air.

Teagan’s head whipped up, then she stood and hugged her friend, Ariana Ellison, the daughter of Theo Ellison who owned TechG8. Theo wasn’t who I was concerned about interfering with my plan, though. It was Jagger Whitlock, Ariana’s stepbrother, and now boyfriend. Not to mention, Jagger’s uncle was the prez of a one-percenter MC club, the Dirty Bastards. They were ruthless if you messed with them, and my goal was to stay off their radar.

From my research, Teagan’s friends adored and protected her. Fine. Whatever. But taking down Teagan was a different game than messing with Jagger and the club. I wasn’t stupid enough to fuck with them, which meant that I’d spent my summer researching everything about Teagan and her peers. Since this was my first semester at Whitmore University, it increased my chances of laying low, since not many people knew me. 

Playing football, though, would put me in the spotlight. Under the leadership of Kane Cooper, we were going places. Fortunately, Jagger was playing this year even after a scare with a knee injury. Our team had the potential to be fucking unstoppable.

“Speak of the devil,” I muttered as Jagger approached the girls, who were now sitting on a burgundy-colored blanket that Teagan had spread out on the ground. The corners of Jagger's mouth tilted up in a smile as he joined them, then kissed Ariana.

I liked his style. Possessive. Dominant. His reputation preceded him. He was loyal to his friends but a real motherfucker if he didn’t like you.

A flicker of jealousy flashed across Teagan’s expression. Then she turned away, I assumed to try to disguise her feelings. Her tongue slipped out and swiped over her cherry-red bottom lip. But I saw her vulnerability. Her longing.

I peeked at my phone, checking the clock. Our class wasn’t for another hour, but I wanted to arrive after Teagan to strategically choose my seat, which meant that I had enough time to swing by my house and rub one out. My dick was pleading for a release as I thought about all of the ways that I was going to make Teagan pay for ruining my life. I planned to humiliate and torture her until she confessed her sins.