Page 154 of His To Erase
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 thefuckon 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.
She’s not supposed to look like that when she kneels. Not when I thought she already belonged to someone else. I want to hate her for it. Ineedto, but she’s down there now, looking up at me like she’d do anything I told her to—and all I can think is how fucking right it looks.
