Page 97 of Cold Hard Truth

“I think you will.” Reaching for my pants, I undo them in the front, pulling out my aching cock and stroking it with my hand.

A drop of cum drips onto her ass, and I rub the head of my dick over it. I’m going to paint every inch of her skin until I’m the only man who can claim it. And the more she fights us, the more I’m going to make her mine.

I run my cock through her soaking slit, and I want to drive in—to feel her pussy squeeze my bare cock and clench around me. It takes everything in me to reach for my back pocket, pull out a condom, and wrap my shit up.

That’s going to happen, but not tonight.

Once more positioning myself at her core, I apply pressure. “Ready to listen yet, Lyla?”

Her fingers grip the leather as I push just an inch, and she nods.

“Good girl.” I grab her hips and pull her back at the same time as I thrust in.

Her pussy squeezes me so hard, my vision darkens. She wraps around me like her body was made to ride my cock, and I pull out to hit her harder.

Deeper.

Lyla’s scream echoes into the night, and if anyone turns up this part of the road, they’re going to see me fuck her. But I don’t care as I grab the mounds of her ass and fuck her harder. As I make her scream for me.

Reaching around, I play with her clit, and her pussy tightens as she almost tips over the ledge.

But I need to see her—to look into those violet eyes as she comes apart. I need to see that she trusts me with her body and hope that someday it will mean she’ll trust me with her heart.

Pulling out, she barely has time to groan with disappointment before I spin her around and start to strip her of her pants. They catch on her shoes and she almost tumbles over, which has both of us laughing as I throw those aside too, before picking her up and pinning her to a tree.

She reaches between us, desperate for my cock, grabbing the base and stroking it.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I groan against her lips.

“Because I let you fuck me like you’re a wild animal?” She smiles.

“Because you’re you.”

Shoving my hips forward, I bottom out in her heat. She screams into my mouth, and I steal it with a kiss. I’m going to take every piece of her—body and soul.

And if she wants to call it destiny, that’s fine. She’s the girl who was made for me.

“Sage.” Lyla tips her head back against the tree and screams my name. Her heels dig into the back of my thighs.

“Come on my cock, butterfly.” I fuck her so hard she’s barelybreathing.

It’s not enough, it’s never enough. What she does to me is bigger than anything I can do to her. She’s so deep in my bloodstream, she’s a part of it, and I’m at the surface.

I fuck her as her pussy tightens and her entire body shakes. She pulls my cum out of me, and I want to fill her. I want to watch it drip down her beautiful legs.

I want to have nothing between us so there’s no escaping us like there was before. Lyla might not see how she changes me, but I’m a shell of a man without her.

Pulling back, our breathing is unsteady as we press our foreheads together.

I want it all with this girl. The future she never gave us. The fate she promised me right before she took it away.

I want our destiny, even if it ultimately destroys us.

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Lyla

Sage might only beletting me stay in his room because his sister is still here—or because I haven’t voluntarily left—but I hope not. Reed is leaving today, and the fact that things might change leaves a heavy weight over me. I open my eyes and my chest tightens at the sight of him lying beside me.

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