Page 219 of His To Erase
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.”
Ani
He leans against the counter with his arms crossed, staying dead silent as I take a bite.
“I want everything from you, Ani.”
I blink. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He pushes off the counter and steps closer. “No more half-truths. No more deflections. I want it all—where you’ve been. What happened? What you remember. What you’re hiding.”
I laugh, but it’s brittle. “What makes you think I’m hiding anything?”
His voice darkens. “Because you flinch like someone who’s still bleeding. And because you look at me like you want to tell me everything—right before you run.”
God. How does he see me like that?
The fork I’m holding just slips through my fingers like everything else I can’t hold onto lately. I stare at it on the counter, my heartbeat is thick in my ears, because he’s right, Iwant to deny it. I want to roll my eyes and shoot back something sarcastic enough to cover the ache that just cracked open in my chest. But I can’t. Not when the truth is sitting in front of me, shirtless, intense, and so fucking undeniable it makes my bones ache.
Every time someone gets too close, or something starts to feel real, I feel myself slipping. I run. And here he is, seeing every bruised inch of me like I’ve already been exposed.
I finally look up. “I already told you, I don’t remember everything, but I’m trying,” I snap. “I’ve pretty much told you most of what I know. I know something bad happened, I know there were men involved, and I know I fought. I also know there’s blood in my past that doesn’t feel like it belongs to me.”
He doesn’t move.
“Frank?”
I hesitate. Then shrug my shoulders. “I don’t think so, but maybe. There are pieces that I can’t remember. Sounds. And someone saying I belonged to them.”
My breath hitches on the last word.
And Steven… freezes. His whole body goes still.
“I don’t remember who, besides my ex,” I add, fast. The words tumble out like it might fix it. “But he said something when I was there, and I just?—”
“Where is he now?”
I blink. “Frank? I don’t know, I left when he was in the middle of a meeting.”
Steven nods once, but it’s a loaded nod. His expression is carved from stone, but I can see his control tightening around him like armor.
“Why do you care?” I whisper. “Is this about him?”
