Page 105 of Cold Hard Truth

“Don’t even think about lying. If it was actually a girls’ night, Crew and Jude wouldn’t be coming, and Mason would be going out like he normally does.”

Sage’s mouth snaps shut.

“Exactly.”

“I need to make sure you’re safe.” He pulls me to him. “And I’ll be back by the morning.”

“The morning.” I hum, glancing down at his chest until he plants his finger under my chin and tips my face to his.

“What was that?” He smirks. “Are you jealous, butterfly?”

“I don’t get jealous.” I purse my lips. “Perks of growing up in the clubhouse. Stay there two nights for all I care.”

“You’re a cute little liar,” he whispers in my ear.

“It’s not like I’m worried or anything.”

“I know you aren’t.” He kisses the side of my neck. “Because you don’t need to be.”

“Is that so,fuckboy?”

Sage sinks his teeth into my neck, and I squeal as he picks me up and sets me on the bathroom counter. “You and that sassy fucking mouth.”

He spreads my thighs as his hips jut forward, and his cock is already rock-hard in his jeans. The friction of him pressing against my thin pajama shorts has me moaning.

“What are you going to do about my mouth, Sage?” I tease as he bites a path down my neck. “Shut me up?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Sage tugs on the choker around my throat and brings us face-to-face.

“Maybe.”

He nips at my lip. “I think I’d ratherhear you scream.”

Sage pulls my mouth to his and claims me in a possessive kiss. I wrap myself around him, our battling hearts racing in our chests. And just as I sink deeper into it, he pulls me off the counter and spins me around to bend me over it.

He tugs my shorts and underwear down to my knees. One hand wraps around my throat, forcing me to face myself in the mirror while the other moves for his jeans.

“Want to know a secret, Lyla?” Undoing his zipper, he pulls out his cock and runs the head of it through me.

Sage tightens his grip on my throat, leaning down so he can bring his mouth to my ear. He continues applying pressure with his dick. But every time I think he’ll put me out of my misery and drive his hips forward, he pulls away in a unique form of torture.

I open my mouth to answer Sage’s question, but he tightens his grip on my neck and steals my breath, cutting off my“yes.”

“The only one I’m fucking is you.” He presses himself against me again. “And the only reason that hasn’t been the case for the past eight fucking years is because you walked away from me.”

Sage strokes his cock between my legs, and I try to press back, desperate for him to be inside me.

“You’re the one who left us, not me.” His voice drops, and it’s a whisper as much as it’s a confession. “You broke my fucking heart.”

I broke mine too.

He thrusts inside me with his words, burying himself so deep I need to scream, but it comes outstrangled with his grip on my throat. When he finally lets go, I choke for air.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, thrusting in again, every inch of his bare cock taking me. “But do you want to know something?”

“Yes.” I almost lose the word as he thrusts in again, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

“You’re worth it.” He hits me deeper. “The torture. The pain. You’re worth every. Fucking. Ounce. Of. Pain.”

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