Page 48 of Point Proven
“You like to ask a lot of questions instead of acting, don’t you?” He trailed his fingers along the wall as he walked toward me. “What wouldyoulike to do,Matthew?”
Stifling a groan at the use of my name, I honed in on those pretty irises. “What do I want? All kinds of depraved, fucked up things, but I’m not sure you’re suited for it.”
His palm met his chest. “Ah, that’s a strike to the ego,il mio caro bello.”
Raising a brow, I moved back, attempting to hide the smile that wanted to spill. “Thereit is. Your fire.” I ran a hand through my hair, strands tickling my forehead. “Let’s see. To start, I want you choking on my cock while I thread my fingers through your gorgeous goddamn locks. Then, I want to shove your face into that bed while I thrust into your ass with enough force to shake the headboard. And if you think I’ll give you a moment to breathe, you’re mistaken. I like it rough. I like it sloppy. And I like my menweeping.”
His lips pursed together. “Depravato?Depraved? That’s the best you have for me, Matthew Harveil?” The gap between us disappeared, and he flattened his hand on my chest, pushing me back a step. “I expected…more.”
Grinning, warmth bloomed in my abdomen. “Oh? How so?”
This was so fucking fun, and we’d barely touched.
He held my gaze, the three inches I had on him seeming to grant me some degree of unspoken dominance over him. “You’re Thorne Graves’ right-hand. Who would expect any less from the most esteemed squadron in the special operative branch of the military?” Leaning forward, he nipped at my ear. “Now show me the fucking darkness you claim you have,Matthew.”
Not giving him a second to back out, my fingers curled around his throat, and I guided us toward the bed. It was a shortdistance through the living room, door already opened as if in greeting. Tossing him onto the bed was easy. For someone with so much power, he was lighter than a fucking ragdoll. Caging him on the mattress, my thighs pressed against his as I met his neck once more, slamming his head against the comforter.
“Mmm,fight.”
A deep groan reverberated from the center of his chest as he slipped his leg out and around mine, pinning me against him. “Fuck.”
Grinding my hardness against his, I squeezed with unrelenting force. “Yes, I do like it rough, but I crave forcefulness. I liketakingwhile someone runs away. I like pinning someone down?—”
My breath hitched as the room spun, our positions switching as he planted himself above me. “You want me to run and make this difficult for you? Because, believe me, I’m more than capable of becoming a grave pain in your fucking ass.”
Bucking my hips with enough force for him to lose his balance, his nose brushed against mine as I tangled my fingers in that goddamn beautiful hair. Yanking on the ends, my tongue trailed across his Adam’s apple, devouring every inch of skin.
“God,shit,” he moaned, pressing against me with desperation as he tipped his chin back even more to give me access.
Without hesitation, I bit into his flesh until the tang of his essence coated my throat. Hands exploring, they found the front of his pants, unbuttoning them with a simple flick of my fingers. Lapping at my mark, I tugged on them.
“Off.Off.”
Hissing, he slipped from me, working to strip himself of his slacks. They met the ground with a soft thud, briefs still covering what I wanted most. He looked at me with a mischievousness I knew only meant one thing—he was running.
Pivoting on his heel, he quickly exited the room and darted across the plush couch in the living room before stumbling up the stairs to the next level. Bolting from the mattress, I hurried after him, each footfall thudding against the floor. Eyes roving over the expanse of space he had to himself, I caught the glint of a blade resting on the table by the couch.
Snatching it, I licked the steel, coating it in a layer of saliva as I hummed. Hunting was something I liked, but this? This feeling of devouring anotherwillingsoul? It was indescribable, and the chase was as fun as the catch.
I placed my hand on the railing as I ascended to the next level: the office space. Fairly plain, I glanced at the desk and chair, flicking my eyes to the bathroom.
Twirling the knife, I cocked my head. “Little fox, where did you go? Come out so I can mix my spit with your blood.”
Silence.
Somehow, my cock twitched at his lack of response. Reaching behind my back, I tugged my shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere in the room. “Mmm, keep hiding, because the moment I find you, I’m fucking you with your goddamn tears.”
Swiping my tongue over my teeth, I opened the door to the bathroom. Finding it empty, I swiveled around the room, locking eyes with a wooden dresser.
He wouldn’t…
Adjusting the hilt, I stalked over to the piece of furniture with the trained grace of the soldier I had become. Just as I wrapped my hand around the handle, the door burst open, a foot colliding with the center of my chest with enough power to send me stumbling.
Levander slipped out, darting back down the stairs with ease. “You wanted a challenge,Harveil!”
A devious smirk crossed my features as I bolted after him. Jumping over half the steps, that part of me ignited as I closed the distance in seconds, ramming my shoulder into his back.
It sent him flying over the couch, landing face down against the cushions as my palm greeted the back of his head. Taking my time admiring the artwork on his skin, I studied what I now could identify as a raven.
