Page 190 of His To Erase
“You’re fucking soaked,” he snarls. “Came in swinging, all attitude and fire—like you weren’t already aching for me to shove you against the wall and ruin you again.”
Two fingers push in—deep—and I gasp as my cheek scraps against the plaster as my knees buckle.
“Keep fighting. It won’t change a thing.” His voice drops. “You want to be used like a toy? I’ll play rough. But we both know you’re already mine—you’re just too stubborn to admit how much you love being owned.”
He thrusts his fingers harder, grinding his palm into my clit while I whimper—legs shaking, every inch of me unraveling against the wall.
I don’t want to talk, I don’t want his comfort right now, I want this. His control, his hands, and his fucking wreckage.
“That’s it,” he snarls. “Cry for me, sweetheart. Beg. Show me how much you hate this.”
I whimper again—louder this time. Because I don’t hate it. I crave it. I ache for it.
He drags his fingers out, smearing my arousal across my inner thigh like a brand. Then comes the low rasp of his zipper.
“You baited me,” he growls, lining himself up. “Now you’re gonna take every fucking inch like a good girl.”
He slams in hard—and I scream. My body shatters against the wall, spine arching like he’s splitting me in half. His handwraps around my throat, holding me still while he fucks me with pure, punishing purpose.
“This what you wanted?” he grits out. “To see what happens when I stop holding back?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He drags his cock out slowly before slamming it back in, hard enough to jolt my whole body.
“You’d rather be fucked like a toy than admit anything I said was right.”
I arch my back trying to get closer, to feel him deeper. “Shut up.”
“Hit a nerve there, dear?” He taunts. “Or are you just too busy coming undone to keep up the act?”
I whimper, the walls of my cunt fluttering around him, right at the edge—and then he pulls out. Completely. I let out a strangled cry, and my body’s still trembling. God, why does he have to be right. Why do I hate that I’d still fucking crawl back for more.
“No,” I breathe, hips grinding back instinctively, needing him closer. “Steven?—”
“On your knees,” he growls.
I turn, blinking up at him as he fists his cock in one hand, while it glistens with my slick.
“You want to drown instead of talk?” His hand tightens around the base of his cock. “Then open that pretty mouth and I’ll fill it with something else.”
I drop to my knees, palms braced against his thighs, lips already parting. I’m not thinking, or fighting. I just need this—need him—more than I need air.
He stares down at me, dark and unreadable. “Open your mouth.”
I do. I tilt my head back and open my lips wide, breath stalling in my throat. And he spits straight into my mouth like he’s marking what’s his.
A sharp jolt shoots through my chest, ricocheting down to where my thighs clench so hard it aches. Because fuck, I wanted that. I wanted the filth, the control, the ownership. I want him to claim me so completely there’s no room left to feel anything else but him.
“Look at you,” he mutters, dragging his cock over my tongue. “Drooling for me. Desperate to erase the past.”
And he’s right. I am. I want this more than I want answers. More than I want the truth. I want to be ruined so thoroughly, there’s no room left to remember what I was afraid of.
He feeds it to me slowly while I moan and gag and fucking take it.
“Deeper,” he hisses, both hands in my hair now, controlling the rhythm. “Eyes on me. I want to see how beautiful you look, choking on me.”
I look up—and his whole body jerks. Tears spill down my cheeks while spit drips off my chin, my throat works around every inch he gives me.
