Page 28 of Leave Me Broken

There was a time that nickname bothered me, but not anymore. It feels special, something between just Ash and me. He could call any girl babygirl, and while I still love hearing it, Jailbird is something only I will ever get.

“I’m debating if I want to push you away and leave or pull you closer.” I twist my hands together, playing with his shirt when I do. “I’m still so mad at you.”

I whimper when he slowly presses his lips to mine. He kisses me passionately and I eat up every bit of it. This could be the last time we kiss. It doesn’t feel like goodbye, especially when my arms move of their own accord and pull him down on top of me. He still supports his upper body on his angled arms, but his lower body is pressed into mine, unmoving.

I sink my hands into his shaggy hair and fist it. He grunts when I pull but it only makes his kisses deepen. Every part of my body lights up.

Kissing Ash is like swimming in the ocean—in the dark. You’re weightless, floating, but deep down you know there is danger.

Also, both make you incredibly wet.

“I know you’re mad, Princess.” He nips at my throat. “Take it out on me. Fuck me like you hate me and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll remember just how much you love me.”

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Ash

I expect Payson to take a second to agree with what I offered, think over my words, but she doesn’t. Her kisses turn rushed, like if she doesn’t kiss me, she will back out of whatever is on her mind. She attacks me like an insatiable lioness.

“Bloody hell.”

The soft skin of her palm is like velvet wrapped around my hard dick. I haven’t been this hard, well, since the first time we had sex, and if I’m not careful, I know I’ll come prematurely, again.

Payson flips us over—with my help—so she is straddling me. She grips the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head and tosses it to the floor. I place a hand on her chest, stopping her from falling. As she heaves, her breasts press into my hand, but my eyes are pulled to her arms and the bright pink cuts.

Payson stutters over an excuse, but my hand wrapping around her throat cuts off anything she might come up with.

“What have I said about doing this to yourself?”

Nothing.

“Answer me, Payson. What did I say?”

Her lip disappears between her teeth. I tighten my hand on her throat. Even if she wanted to reply, she wouldn’t be able to. “You bleed, I bleed. Remember?”

Her throat flares, attempting to swallow beneath my grip and failing. “Yes,” she croaks.

I pull her face close to mine, loosen my hand on her throat, loving the way she sounds when she’s gasping for air. I drop my voice. “If you want to hurt yourself, come to me. Let me do it because I can’t watch you destroy your body anymore.”

“O-okay.” She rubs at her throat that looks so pretty with the outline of my hand. “But what will you do to make the urges go away?”

That’s a good question. I actually am not sure. I suppose I could talk to Luca and ask what helped subdue his urges, or . . . “Lie down.”

She blinks several times, watching me with bright eyes. “Why?”

“I’m going to fuck you how I should have fucked you the first time.”

I don’t know if this will help, but little by little, I will help fix my broken girl. I may have contributed to the cracks on her heart but I will never leave her broken. I will always heal whatever she needs healed.

“I might be the reason you bleed, but I’ll be damned if I leave you broken.”

Payson

Ash crawls up my body, kissing a trail the whole way, and spending extra time on each nipple. The way he mewls as he latches onto my hardened nipple leaves my clit throbbing for the same attention.

“The whole house is going to hear you scream for your daddy.”

I shudder at his words, or the use of that word, and grip his hair to pull him to my throat. He twirls his tongue in the exact spot I want him to—because he knows me and what I like.

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