Page 50 of His To Erase

"That’s it, good girl." I rasp, dragging my mouth along her jaw, her throat, the shell of her ear. “Keep lying with your mouth. Your body’s already mine.”

She makes a sound—somewhere between a sob and a snarl—and her hips jerk, chasing the friction. Holy shit she’s so hot when she does that.

"You gonna come like this, pretty girl?" I growl, voice rough with hunger. "Grinding like a fucking bitch in heat?"

Her nails rake down my chest, but it only makes my cock throb harder. I could fuck her right here, right now, and she’d take it. She’d beg for it. But not yet.

"Fuck you," she says again, but it lands more like a whisper. She’s wrecked and barely holding it together. She’s so close to breaking, I can taste it.

And when she does, she’s not coming back from it.

I grab her chin roughly, forcing her to look at me. Her pupils are blown wide and her lips are parted and trembling.

“Please…” she begs.

“So needy,” I murmur, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. “You gonna fall apart already, sweetheart? We’ve barely started.”

I crush my mouth to hers and this time, she doesn’t fight it. She’s kissing me back and it’s not soft. It’s desperate and messy.

Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve been waiting for her to stop pretending, and surrender.

I drag my hands down her sides, drinking in every move she makes, memorizing the way her body gives up faster than her mouth ever could.

When I find her tits this time, I don’t waste a second. I roll one nipple between my fingers, then slap the side of her breast hard enough to make her gasp. Her whole body bucks, wild and out of control. Exactly how I like her.

“There she is,” I rasp against her ear. “There’s my filthy little slut.”

She shakes her head, but she’s not denying it. Not really. Her back arches, pressing those perfect tits into my hands like she wants to be punished for it. I pinch harder and she cries out—a strangled, broken sound that makes my cock throb against her.

I slide my hand between her thighs, pressing the soaked cotton tight against her pussy. She’s moaning—loud and needy—as she grinds into my palm before she can stop herself.

I press harder, drawing slow, torturous circles right over her clit with my thumb. It’s not enough to let her fall over the edge, but just enough to keep her starving for it. She’s panting now, and practically whimpers into my mouth.

“Patience,” I growl, dragging my lips along her jaw. “You want it? Earn it.”

She chokes on a sob, her nails sinking into my shirt like she's trying to anchor herself before she shatters.

“Beg me. Tell me how fucking desperate you are.”

Her head thrashes. “No—” she gasps. “I won’t—”

I slap my hand over her drenched little cunt and she jerks, gasping like she wasn’t ready for how fucking good it feels to be put in her place. Her sob rips against my chest, wrecked and filthy..

“Say it,” I growl again, lower this time. A command meant to wreck her.

And then it breaks—her last defense. That pretty silence she’s been hiding behind like it could save her.

“Please,” she chokes out. Barely audible. Ruined.

I smile into her hair. “There’s my good girl.”

I pull back just enough to look at her—and fuck, she’s everything. Red-cheeked, glassy-eyed, soaked through, and trembling like she doesn’t know whether to beg for more or run for her fucking life.

I curl one hand into her hair and force her head back. I want her to look at me while she falls apart.

“Look at you,” I rasp. “So fucking beautiful when you break for me.”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t stop grinding. Her body’s not hers anymore—it’s mine. She’s running on instinct at this point, chasing friction.

Leaning down, I drag my mouth across her jaw, then down the column of her throat. Breathing her in like a man starving for violence and sex and her.

“You want to come so bad it hurts, don’t you, sweetheart?” I whisper. “You want to come on my leg like the filthy little slut you are.”

She whimpers, nodding. Her entire body is trembling with need, so I shift—just enough to give her the pressure she’s chasing. Just enough to make her crazy.

Her head drops, and her eyes roll back.

“That’s it,” I murmur, dragging the words out like a threat. “Use me. Rub your filthy little cunt all over me.”

She moans as I tighten my grip on her hair and yank her head back again, forcing her to look at me. To see what she’s become, what I’ve made her.

“Look at you—dripping and chasing your release like a bitch in heat.”

Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, as her mouth opens in a silent cry. She's so close I can feel it. I feel her body locking up, shaking against me.

I drag my other hand up the inside of her thigh, slow and taunting, teasing just shy of where she needs me most.

She whines, actually fucking whines, and it’s the sweetest, filthiest sound I've ever heard.

"You want it?" I growl.

She nods, again but it’s not enough. Not for me.

I fist her hair tighter, forcing her chin up, my mouth brushing hers but not giving her the kiss she’s starving for.

"Then beg," I snarl. "On your knees or you get nothing."

For a long, brutal heartbeat, we just breathe the same suffocating air. I cock my head, smiling.

"Or maybe you’d rather crawl for Frank," I murmur, voice dripping with cruelty. "Bet he’d let you come like a good little whore."

Her whole body jerks like I hit a nerve. As soon as her eyes snap to mine, I can see how fucking hurt she is, it punches the breath out of my lungs. She doesn’t even try to hide it.

“He’s never touched me.” The words rip out of her without permission, and it’s too honest to be calculated.

Fuck me, they hit harder than they should. For half a second, everything in me short-circuits. I’ll store that away for later

All thought, logic and restraint. Gone.

My brain fractures and snaps into something sharp and fucking lethal. I don’t move, because if I do, I’ll ruin her. She’s not ready for that.

I grab her—hard—lifting her off the floor, causing her to yelp. Her arms go flying around my shoulders and her legs lock tight around my waist.

I smile against her throat as I carry her backward and slam her into the nearest wall. The sound of her gasp is heaven as I grind my cock between her legs—pressing against the soaked seam of her leggings, right where she needs it.

She moans—loud—and digs her nails into my back, desperate little claws that do nothing but fuel me. Her mouth crashes into mine and she devours me like it’s the only way she knows how to breathe.

She’s tearing at my lips like she’s furious I’m still breathing and not inside her yet. Her tongue drags over mine, messy and violent. There’s no rhythm, just raw fucking need.

Fuck, it makes my cock throb so hard I almost lose my patience and take her right here. I grab a fistful of her ass and yank her tighter against me, letting her work herself up again.

I pull back just enough to see her face—dazed with need—and clamp my hand around the back of her neck, forcing her to look at me.

"You want it that bad, sweetheart?" I rasp against her swollen mouth. "You wanna come all over my cock?"

I drag my tongue over her jaw, down her throat, biting hard enough to make her sob. I squeeze her ass, grinding her down onto my cock, dragging another broken sound from her lips.

“Keep grinding, pretty girl, keep soaking me. But you don’t get to come until you’re on the floor, crawling and showing me who you really belong to.”

I murmur it against her ear as my fingers slide down and find her clit. I circle it once and tighten my grip on her ass.

“Feel that?” I whisper, pressing harder—with just enough pressure to make her hips jerk. Then I ease off.

"I’m gonna bend you over this fucking couch and make you wish you had, then."

Her whole body goes stiff and I loosen my grip and set her down, letting her feet hit the floor like I’m giving her a choice. But we both know I’m not.

Let her feel the loss of my body. Let her decide if her pride is worth the ache between her thighs.

"You gonna crawl?" I ask. "Or you wanna find out what happens when you don’t?”

Her eyes burn into mine, full of a fury she can’t weaponize anymore.

I see it in her eyes—she’s scared. And she should be. She stares up at me, breathing like she just ran a marathon, chest rising too fast, as her fists clench and release at her sides, over and over—like she’s trying to decide how bad she wants me. How much she’s willing to give up to have it.

My little brat is so fucking perfect.

I step forward, slowly, looming over her—dragging my knuckles along the chain still locked around her throat.

“You should be afraid,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Because I’m not Frank. I’m not gonna pretend you’re anything but a pretty little mess begging to be broken.”

She glares at me with wet eyes, and unsteady legs, like she wants to scream. Let her feel it, let her burn. It’ll make it sweeter when she falls.

“You think you scare me?” she spits. “You’re just another asshole with a god complex.”

I smile, stepping back to give her space—like it’s a gift. She still doesn’t move, and I’m watching her now, wondering just how stubborn she really is and how far she’ll take this.

“Get the fuck on your knees, Ani.”

She probably thinks I’ll let her keep pushing and knows what’s coming, but I’m not fucking playing anymore.

She hesitates, and that war behind her eyes is so loud I can taste it. I can see the pride, the need, and the shame.

Then, in one breath, she sinks to her knees.

Fuck me.

She stays there, with her hands loose at her sides, waiting for me to step forward, to grab her hair and shove my cock down her throat like that’s all this is.

But I just stand there and stare at her, letting her sit in it.

God, the way she’s looking up at me right now with her lips parted, and her eyes full of something she doesn’t even know how to name—it does something to me I don’t want to fucking admit.