Page 153 of His To Erase
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 asI grind my cock between her legs—pressing against the soaked seam of her leggings, right where she needs it.
