Page 106 of Cold Hard Truth

It breaks my heart and makes me whole. He hurts and he heals. And losing myself in his stare, I realize I’m not the only one who has carried this around because he has hurt of his own, and I put it there.

Sage fucks me through all the pain I’ve caused, and I spill more into him. Because we’ve done nothing but hurt each other, and we can’t help coming back for more.

I’m not sure why people talk about falling in love like it’s a good thing.

It’s in the words—falling.

Which, I guess always feels good at first. Because you let go and your insides float. You feel the air and the freedom of letting go.

The problem is, eventually you hit the bottom. And that hurts. It’s crippling.

Somehow, Sage and I survive each other when we hit that bottom over and over again. But as Sage stares into my eyes through the mirror, I feel blood rushing back to my chest. Back to my heart.

How can a broken heart still beat? Because losing him shattered my soul. But still, he holds me, and somehow, he puts me back together.

“Sage.” His name is a prayer to anything out there that’s bigger than us.

To change the fate I read when we were kids that said he was my destiny. And the one that said he’ll also be my destruction.

Sage pulls out and lifts me up, carrying me to his bed. My fingers find his hair, and I should probably care that he’ll be seeing my dad soon, but I can’t help it. He makes me feral, and I make him wild.

He pins me to his bed and thrusts back in.

“You’re not wearing a condom,” I point out as he drives his cock deep.

“I know.” He looks down between us, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting in again. “My test results were clear, so I’m not fucking you with anything between us ever again.”

I didn’t even know he was getting tested, but the fact that he did means he doesn’t see an end to this, and it has me wrapping myself around him tighter.

“And what if I’m not on the pill?” I whisper in his ear, expecting that realization to make him pause.

But all it does is make him grin as he pins me to the bed by my throat, thrusting until he’s bottomed out, and I’m raking my nails down his arms.

He grazes his lips over mine, watching me with the full dark attention of his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck if you are or aren’t. You’re going to drip with my fucking cum, andthe universe can do what it wants with that. Fate, right, Lyla?”

Fate.

I am on the pill, and he might know that. But I want to believe he still means it. That the idea of us being something permanent won’t make him want to escape this.

Grabbing onto his shirt, I pull his mouth to mine and feel myself getting frantic. I need him inside me, around me. His hands frame my head as he fucks me into the mattress. He breaks me open like he promises.

Teeth clash as our tongues collide.

A part of the Earth might split open.

Every promise we’ve ever made to each other blooms in our kisses. In his body driving into me.

My toes tingle as he thrusts in harder, taking me like only he can. My beast, holding me hostage and setting me free in the process.

“You’re mine, butterfly.” He flips us over until I’m on top, riding him.

His fingers wrap the choker around my throat while I circle my hips.

“I’m yours.” I grab his wrist and grind against him.

My clit rubs his pelvis with each movement, and he uses his free hand to set the pace. The fullness of him inside me has my pussy clenching while his warmth fills me. His hips pound up as he fucks me through both of our climaxes.

Tugging the choker, he pulls me down over him and seals our mouths together. He catches my racing breaths,and I press my palms to his shoulders, trying to steady myself.

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