Page 96 of His To Erase
Get it together, slut!I should laugh in his face and remind him I’ve got a knife with his name on it. But my mouth won’t cooperate either.
He turns back to the stove, totally calm and unbothered. It pisses me off that he can just wreck me with one line and walk away like it was nothing.
“Eat,” he says again, calm as ever. “You’ll need it.”
I hesitate. “For what?”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “To survive the next time you decide to act like prey.”
My grip tightens on the counter.
“Prey usually runs,” I snap, rolling my eyes.
“They do.” He sets the spatula down with deliberate care. “Right before they get caught.”
I snort dryly and grab the plate—mostly to stop myself from throwing something at his perfectly smug face.Okay, and I’m fucking starving. I’d eat anything at this point.
His eyes stay on me as I take the first bite.
Oh my God. This is good. Like criminally good. It cuts through the nausea and reminds my stomach it’s still alive. I chew, watching him like I still have the upper hand, even though we both know I don’t.
“Not bad,” I say, swallowing. “Could use more salt, maybe a little less serial killer.”
“You talk a lot,” he murmurs, “for someone who was shaking in my shirt twenty minutes ago.”
My hand freezes mid-air and the flush that hits me isn’t from embarrassment. It’s rage.And maybe…that other thing I’m not fucking talking about.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
I set the fork down, then push the plate just far enough away to make a point. My shoulder screams in protest, but I ignore it. So does my stomach. I try to ignore that too.
“And you’re awfully confident,” I bite out, “for a guy playing nurse in the woods with a half-dead girl he stripped without asking.”
His eyes flick down, more intentionally this time, unwrapping me without moving a muscle.
“You weren’t saying no.”
“I was bleeding out!”
“Still are.”
He steps toward me, and the air tightens like a vice. My lips part before I can stop them, and I don’t even care how obvious it is.
His voice drops, low and loaded. “I’m not the one playing games, sweetheart. You are.”
My pulse spikes in my throat,andbetween my thighs. The worst part is, I don’t even know what the hell he’s talking about. All I know is I’m standing here, wrecked and he sees all of it.
One hand lifts to my jaw as he tilts my chin up, our mouths are too close now. His grip is bruising, but his eyes don’t leave mine.
“You like to provoke, don’t you?”
His voice is quiet. Deadly. Like he’s savoring every word. “Say shit you don’t mean… just to see what I’ll do.”
I shift my hips a little, and his eyes flick down, devouring me.
“You’re trembling.”
