Page 73 of His To Erase

“You want honesty?” he says, pulling his cock out, thick and hard and already glistening. “You’re going to suck me until your throat’s raw, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget why you’re mad.”

I moan as he fists my hair and forces my gaze up to meet his.

He knows exactly how much I fucking want him right now, the bastard.

His cock is throbbing just inches from my lips, and it takes everything in me not to stick my tongue out and lick it.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice sounds like gravel and gasoline.

“Open that bratty mouth and take what you’ve been begging for. ”

My tongue parts my lips, and the second the tip of his cock brushes them, something inside me breaks.

I want him in my mouth so bad my hands tremble where they grip his thighs.

I want the weight of him heavy on my tongue.

I want to be used. Owned. Erased. Until the only thing left in my head is his name and the taste of him on my tongue.

When he thrusts deeper, his cock hits the back of my throat and I moan, or try to, but it just sounds like a gag.

His hand twists in my hair, keeping me right where he wants me. “Good girl. Just like that. Fuck—that’s my favorite sound.”

I gag again, eyes watering instantly as his cock hits the back of my throat. My fingers claw at his thighs, while my nails dig into his muscle.

“That’s it,” he grunts, hand tightening in my hair. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

My throat tightens again, and I choke around him—nodding. But I don’t pull back. His voice wrecks me, I’ve never wanted anything more.

He fucks my mouth like it’s his to use. My mascara burns as tears streak down my cheeks and drool coats my chin. I’ve never felt this owned and completely undone before. I feel so completely safe—in the most fucked up, feral way.

He snarls, dragging my mouth down harder, choking me.

“Look at you,” he smiles. “So fucking pretty like this. Gagging like the little slut you are.”

A whimper slips out as I clench, and the wet heat between my thighs drips lower—sliding down to my ankle like proof of how gone I am for him.

As if he can read my mind, he chuckles. “I bet you’re so fucking wet from choking on my cock?” he hisses, thrusting deeper, his voice is pure control. “God, I knew you were filthy—but this?”

He groans as I gag again, spit dripping down my chin.

“You were made for this. Made to kneel for me with that pretty little mouth—and take every fucking inch like you were born for it.”

My head spins as my lungs burn. And I don’t care, because he’s right. He owns my mouth. Every breath. Every gag. Every broken sound I try and fail to swallow.

He pulls out with a wet pop, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking himself with brutal precision, and even as I’m left panting and drooling from the sudden emptiness—his fist tightens in my hair again, dragging my gaze up as he growls, “Stick out your tongue.”

The command slices straight through me as I tilt my chin, opening my mouth.

He strokes himself, keeping his eyes locked on me like I’m the altar and he’s about to break—and when he does, it’s with a guttural snarl as he spills across my tongue, hot and thick, branding my lips, my face, and every shattered piece of my soul like I already belong to him.

“Fuck,” he growls, eyes fixed on the mess he’s made of me, watching it drip down my chin while his chest rises hard and fast, like the sight of me on my knees is undoing him all over again.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs, voice rough with reverence and wreckage. “Taking it all.”

My lashes flutter, as tears cling to what’s left of my mascara. His praise hits me like a drug, sliding under my skin before I can stop it. It settles between my legs and stays there.

Good girl.

The words echo in my chest—ones I didn’t even know I’d been starving to hear. And fuck me, I want to earn them again.

God. Who knew?

I’d take everything he wants to give me, I’d crawl to him again in a heartbeat if he asked me to. I’d let him use me like this a hundred more times if it meant hearing him call me that again.

My body is still trembling, lips parted and slick with the mess he left behind when his hand slides down, fingers curling beneath my jaw.

“Open.”

I do, because there’s no version of me that won’t do what he says. Not anymore. Not after this. I belong to this moment. To him.

He drags his thumb across my lips, smearing his release, and pushes it between my teeth.

“Swallow it,” he rasps, eyes locked on mine. “Every last drop.”

I obey. How could I not?

My cheeks hollow around his thumb and the taste of him spreads across my tongue.

“Good fucking girl,” he breathes. His voice is so low it’s almost reverent.

And I melt for him.

His voice drops to a whisper. “Now bend over. I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

My breath catches, and before I can blink, he’s yanking me to my feet—turning me, pressing me down over the counter like he’s staking a claim. This is obviously his favorite position. You’re not going to find me complaining about it either.

The edge bites into my hips as my palms scramble for grip on the cold surface. It’s just the right amount of pain and pleasure to keep me right on the edge.

“You’re mine,” he growls behind me.

And then slams into me. I scream and the sound ricochets through the kitchen as he fucks me like it’s punishment.

The edge of the counter digs deeper with every thrust, but I barely feel it. All I can feel is him. All I can hear is the sound of his body slapping into mine like he’s trying to fuck the air from my lungs.

“Is this what you needed? He whispers against my ear, one hand wrapping tight around my throat.

“Is this what gets you wet, pretty girl? Getting used like a toy.”

I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to, but my body answers for me. My back arches, and I push out my ass, right into his next thrust, and I clench around him like he’s the only thing keeping me alive.

“I’m gonna fuck him out of you,” he growls. His voice is coated in venom and heat. “Every place he touched you? I’m taking it back. With my cock. With my mouth. With my fucking name burned into your bones.”

His grip on my throat tightens and a moan rips from my throat. He shoves deeper, grinding against the spot that makes me see stars.

“Say it,” he hisses. “Tell me again who you belong to.”

My mouth opens—then snaps shut. My brain’s fried, legs shaking, and my lungs are barely working…But I still find the worst possible answer, because I want him wild.

“I belong to nobody,” I whisper, chin tilted just enough to challenge him. Even now. Even when I’m one thrust away from blacking out. Because some feral part of me still wants to push.

His hand cracks against my ass, hard enough to rip a yelp from my throat, and before I can breathe, he’s grabbing my wrists—yanking them behind my back, locking me in place.

“No, dear,” he growls, fisting my hair and yanking until my back arches for him. I shift, trying to ease the pressure in my shoulders—but it’s useless. He’s everywhere. “You don’t own yourself anymore. You gave that up the second you dropped to your knees.”

And then he slams into me again—hard.

“You want to be ruined?” he growls. “Fucking say it.”

“Ruin me,” I gasp, and I mean it. I want him to obliterate every part of me that still flinches. I want him to erase me in every way possible, and bring me back to life, like only he can.

“You’re being such a good girl,” he growls, shifting his grip so one hand slides between my thighs. “You’re dripping all over me like you’re fucking addicted.”

He circles my clit once and I nearly collapse.

“You hear that?” he murmurs against my ear. “That’s what it sounds like when you belong to someone. When your cunt knows exactly who’s inside it.”

“Steven—God—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snaps. “You don’t pray to anyone else. Not when I’m inside you.”

I moan, helpless and grinding against his hand as his thumb circles with cruel, perfect precision. I don’t give a fuck how it happens, but I need to get off right fucking now.

“You gonna come for me, brat?” he growls, voice hot against my ear.

I nod, sobbing into his shoulder, unable to form a single coherent word.

“You gonna fall apart and thank me for it?”

“Steven—” I try, but he grabs my chin and yanks my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“No,” he snaps. “You don’t get to lie to me and come in the same breath.”

I flush with rage, and need. “I’m not lying—”

“Then why did you sneak out?” he snaps. “Why did you crawl back into his world after everything you felt in mine?”

“I didn’t go back to him!”

His hand tightens.

“Didn’t you?” he growls, as his nose brushes mine. “Or did you just let him pretend he still had a chance? Did you smile while he touched you, Ani? Did you let him think he could keep you?”

“No,” I whisper, because I didn’t. Not really. But I did lie and we both know it.

He drops his hands like touching me any longer might make him do something he’s not ready to admit. He scrubs a palm over his jaw, then he steps back in, gripping my hips.

His control is hanging by a thread. “You want to come?”

I nod, breath ragged. “Yes. You know I fucking do.”

“Then look me in the eye when you break for me. You’ll fall apart on my cock with my name on your tongue and your soul fucking screaming for it.”

His hand slides back down, and this time when he finds my clit, it’s ruthless—fast and steady, dragging me toward the edge.

“Eyes on me.” His voice is shredded and breathless. “I want to watch the exact second you stop pretending you ever belonged to anyone else.”

I twist in his grip, because I’m there. “I’m gonna—”

“That’s it,” he snarls, driving into me. “Milk my cock and make it fucking count.”

And I do. I come with a scream that sounds like it’s been caged in my chest for years—loud, broken, and holy. My knees give out and I collapse against him, sobbing his name like a prayer.

He grabs my chin and kisses me like this is war—teeth, tongue, and all dominance—he fucks up into me with savage precision.

“You’re mine,” he growls into my mouth.

“Yours,” I sob.

He lets go of my throat and yanks my head back, watching me come undone. “You’ll never let another man inside you. You’ll never even fucking look at anyone else.”