Page 3 of Leave Me Broken

The crowd erupts in the loudest claps yet before she answers. Neither of us have to look to know who for. Alyssa’s dad is the mayor and basically runs the town with his investments in numerous businesses. Something I wish I knew months ago.

“I didn’t remind him it was parents’ night because I thought it would be overwhelming for him. Happy?”

She’s too fucking sweet. I should have called Paul today; I didn’t consider he wouldn’t remember but of course he wouldn’t—he just had a stroke. “I’m far from happy, babygirl.”

Payson’s chest caves. “Don’t call me that.” Her voice is breathy.

I lean toward her and drop my lips so I’m nearly touching the side of her face away from the audience. Vanilla and rainwater take over my senses and I’m almost knocked on my ass. Fuck, I miss her. I’m around her everyday but I miss touching her whenever I want, I miss kissing her full lips—I miss us. I miss my babygirl that sucked and rode my dick like a pro.

“I have given you your time to act like a spoiled brat without forcing you to listen to my side of things, but I’m at my wits’ end, babygirl. Whether you want me to call you babygirl or not, does not change the fact that you are, in fact, my babygirl. Accept it, or don’t. It makes no difference to me because it’s still my dick you’ll be riding on our wedding night.”

Her mouth falls and she shudders. “You’re so fucked up.”

“That doesn’t stop you from dreaming about me. Does it?” I cock an eyebrow.

A deep pink creeps up her beautiful neck; I smile more. “Thought so.”

I force my eyes to the audience, because as much as I wish it was just us right now so I could finally force her to listen in the way I want her to, I refuse to end this conversation without my dick in one of her holes and her cum coating some part of my body: hand, face, stomach. If I don’t see her head fall back and the dazed look she gets after I make her come, I will strangle someone and obviously, I cannot do that here.

That’s when my eyes land on a familiar set of eyes and that smirk I was sporting drops. What is he doing here? I kicked his daughter from the team and yet here he sits in the stands of my gym like he owns the bloody place. I told him to back off. The last thing Payson needs is another guy creeping on her. I don’t know what his deal is, but I’m fucking sick of people being too interested in my girl, and he is too interested.

No one will ever lay another unwanted hand on her as long as I’m alive. No one but me, although, I know my hand is never truly unwanted.

“Does this mean I get to call you daddy now?”

I whip my gaze back down to a smirking Payson. Gone are the goose bumps I caused. Her nipples are still hard, but I can barely see the little peaks.

She wants to call me . . . daddy?

For the first time ever, I can’t get a read on her to know if she’s being serious or not. She’s smirking but it doesn’t meet her round and innocent eyes. They are void of any emotion—at all. I narrow mine, not understanding the game she is playing.

“I mean . . . it’s parents’ night. You walked me across the gym like a parent . . . it makes sense, doesn’t it, Daddy?”

“Knock it off.” My voice is a struggled growl. I don’t want her to know what that is doing to me. I was never a daddy guy. I never liked innocent young girls, never understood the daddy kink.

Now I get it. I fucking get it big time. So much I could be the bloody mayor of Daddykinkville. Why is it so hot when she calls me daddy while looking up at me with those big green eyes I love so much? I can imagine her so vividly, withering under me, screaming for Daddy as she comes around my dick.

“Sorry, Daddy, was your babygirl a bad girl?” She pushes her pink bottom lip out in a pout. “Should she be punished?”

“Yes.” My dick is fucking throbbing now. Goddamn her. “Knock it off, babygirl, before Daddy makes a mess in his pants that he will force you to clean.”

Her smirk dampens slightly. Mine lifts.

“What’s wrong? Said you were into rape play, right?” Her throat bobs with a deep swallow but she doesn’t answer outright. “Maybe tonight is your lucky night.”

“You wouldn’t,” she breathes back.

Aubrey is the last announced and families are dispersing, and I’ve forgotten all about Mr. Gilbert. Before I let her go, I tug her close again but into a hug this time. I keep my hands in a respectable place but lower my lips to her ear lobe and lick her once. I miss her cool, slightly sweaty skin and how her body molds to mine like a second skin. I crush her against my body willing her to hug me back, but she doesn’t.

“Keep pushing me and you’ll see what I’m capable of . . . but beware, you might not like it as much as you think, Jailbird.”

And with that, I walk off toward Luca and grab my clipboard from him.

“Did you break her?” He flicks his head in her direction.

Payson stands in the spot I left, staring after me with so many emotions swimming in her eyes. So many things left unspoken.

“Not yet.”

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