Page 129 of Leave Me Broken

“You like my hair long.”

I meet his stormy eyes. “I do, how can you tell?”

A duh look crosses his face. “I know you, Payson. I know everything about you. When you like something your eyes light up and your face relaxes. When you are not a fan of something, your nose scrunches and your eyebrows pinch together.” My hand falls from his hair to his rough beard. “You also enjoy my beard.”

“I do.”

The peaceful look on his face tightens. “I am obsessed—with you, Payson.”

My heart skips a beat. “Okay.” Okay? That’s how you reply to that?

“I’ve known for a little while but tonight proved that. With that guy—”

“Ash—” He places a finger over my lips.

“Let me finish.” I roll my lips into my mouth so he knows I’m not speaking anymore. “Good girl.” My pussy is sore but those words will always affect me. “Letting him watch us—watch you, made me want to kill him. I used to enjoy that—being watched.” My face sinks into a frown and he smirks. “I cannot help I have a past, Jailbird. Anyway, I’ve never felt this way. This . . . need to make sure everyone around us knows who you belong to. I’m past obsession and it is full-on possession now.” He breathes out and brushes a hand through his long hair.

“I’m possessive of you, Payson. You are on my mind night and day. When I go without touching you, I get tense and no amount of working out or stretching helps. When I go without seeing you . . .” He drops his hands to my hips and squeezes, hard. “I’m the biggest asshole around.”

“Aren’t you that already?” I tease to lighten the mood, but he doesn’t smile. He pushes me on to my back and crawls over me, holding his weight with his arms. The sand is cold from the night air and no doubt getting buried in my hair.

“You’ve not seen anything compared to that. You will never see me at my worst because it’s impossible to be at my worst when you are around. You are the light of my day, babygirl.”

I shutter beneath him, could be from the cool sand but I think it’s him. “You are my light too.”

Ash moves up my body to where I have to bend my neck to see his face. He tells me to undo his shirt completely, so I do. Then we just stare at each other. Confusion etches onto my face but still, he says nothing. I look to his chest since it’s in my face but see nothing unusual. I love his chest, the hair, he knows this but—

I freeze as I catch sight of dark black ink right underneath his left pec that definitely wasn’t there the last time I saw it. I run a light finger over the wound, he hisses but I don’t stop. He got my name tattooed on his body.

My name. Tattooed. On his body. Forever.

Ash whispers and cuts through the blood rushing through my ears. “I worry that together we may burn too brightly.”

I push open my dress to show off my healing scar. I run a hand over each, and eventually a huge smile splits my face. “Never.”

What’s the perfect end to a perfect date? Well, the frozen yogurt I begged Ash to stop at on the way back to the hotel, but that and a hot bath with the hottest man in the world. I’m so glad him and Luca got a fancy suite to make this possible. Everyone is still at their respective parties, so we have plenty of time to enjoy the solitude of the bath.

When we crawl into bed, I’m too jittery, too excited to sleep, but I’m too tired for more sex. Besides, my pussy aches from the two rounds this evening. But I need something.

Ash didn’t seem too happy when I asked for a few cuts, but eventually he slipped off the bed and grabbed a blade from the box he packed. When we’re done, I have a few cuts on my arms and another A carved into the outside of my hip. He wraps everything so I don’t bleed on the bed, then I’m able to happily drift to sleep with him nearly crushing my body.

“I’m going to work out, babygirl.” Ash kisses my cheek. “Stay in bed and I’ll wake you up with my tongue buried deep in your pussy.”

Even in my sleepless state I open my legs and beg him without words to do just that but when I wake, my pussy is not being licked and Ash is still not in bed. I groan not feeling the weight of him on me and throw the covers off. I have a small headache as I stand to my feet. The room is dark, and I stumble my way to the bathroom to pee. I’m washing my hands when I hear the hotel door unlock.

“I woke up with no tongue in my pussy. How are you going to make it—” My feet and words halt seeing Luca instead of Ash stepping into the dark room.

He closes the door, then flicks a gaze over my naked body before turning and heading for his bed. I tiptoe quickly behind him over to Ash’s suitcase and pull out the first t-shirt I find. I tug it over my head, then spin to Luca collapsed on the bed with an arm over his eyes.

“I have seen hundreds of naked women, Payson. That being said, I would not tell Ashley that I saw you naked or that you asked me to lick your pussy.”

“Why are you just now getting home at”—I flick my eyes to the clock—“six a.m.?”

He drops his arm and turns his head to look at me. “I may have made a semi-large mistake last night.”

I open my mouth to ask but he cuts me off.

“And that is my shirt. If Ashley sees you—” The door unlocks and Luca groans and curses in Italian.

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