The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 63

“Was? What happened to her?” I ask.

“Died in the war,” Graham replies with a tone of finality.

Not wanting to test his patience, I turn my attention to the computer and run the guy’s picture through the F-Rec’s database. To make the search faster, I filter it to New York. It’s still a massive area, but at least it won’t take days to go through the pictures from all over the world.

I use the other computer to continue my work by checking the employee files one by one. I’m determined to not skip anyone from the suspect list. If I’m going to dedicate all my time to this, I’ll make sure to be as thorough as possible.

Every now and then, I glance at the new computer, trying to spot any hit on the facial recognition. But so far, nothing.

I try to hold back my yawn and fail.

“We should get something to eat,” Graham suggests, and as if on cue, my belly makes a sound. He gets up and stretches his powerful muscles. “The building should be mostly empty by now. I’ll have something delivered and ask the security to bring it up.”

With an appreciation of his gorgeous physique, I watch him walk to the phone and place an order with a Chinese restaurant. While he still has his back turned, I sneak a glance at my phone. It’s half past eight already. Almost two hours have passed by since our arrival to the office.

“Is there anything in particular that you want?” Graham asks, tearing me away from my thoughts. “It will take an hour for them to deliver, but it’s good quality food.”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having just not raw,” I reply.

Graham chuckles and returns his attention to the phone. As he makes the order, I catch a glimpse of tenderness on his face. Something soft that even his usually rough appearance doesn’t mask.

It reminds me just how much I’m out of my depths when I’m with him. When I’m down in my own office, I can pretend to be perfectly calm and have it under control, but the fact is, I’m always walking on eggshells around him.

“That’s done,” he says when he hangs up the phone. “What should we do in the meantime? It’s clear that we could both use a break.”

My mind immediately comes up with an idea. Considering that I’ve been through several more shots of vodka since we started, I allow my body to take the lead.

It takes me straight to Graham. My arms go around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

His surprise isn’t long-lived. His strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me tightly against his chest.

The kiss is hot and possessive. Everything he’s been doing, including the interrogation, the intimidation, the flirting, and everything in between, is mirrored in the way his lips move, his teeth tug, and his tongue swipes at my lower lip.

He lifts me up and carries me to the wall and sets me down on my feet. The motion catches my breath in my throat. With one hand, he pins my wrists above my head. Our fingers intertwine.

“Graham,” I mutter his name, trying to read his expression. His dark eyes smolder. “Will you fuck me against the wall with the entire city spread below us?”

“I want more than that,” he growls. Before I can say anything, his mouth is on mine again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, driving me wild. “I want you tied up. I want to keep you to myself, but then I want to share you with the entire world.”

The alarm bells in my head should be ringing, but my arousal silences them before they even make a sound. When giving in to lust, Graham is just as consumed as I am.

“You don’t have to be the only powerful person in this room,” I say. “I thought that’s what you enjoy. You once called it the thrill of dominance. I don’t know if I can do it, but I’m willing to try if it will sate your animal lust but as long as you promise to fulfill all my needs as well.”

“If you continue to talk like that, you’ll be so much more than just a notch on my bedpost, Cassie,” he whispers, planting kisses on my forehead, down my cheeks and jawline. “I swear, no matter how I treat you during our sexual encounters, I’ll never make you feel cheap.”

“You already did,” I counter, my eyes narrowing.

He raises his brows, surprise evident on his face. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, the sound barely audible. “That wasn’t my intention. You have to believe me.”

“I don’t know why, but I do trust you,” I breathe. I shouldn’t, and if I’m honest, I’m terrified. But in the few hours we’ve shared, and despite everything, I do trust him with my body. He showed me his vulnerable side, let me in, and if I have to end up putting faith in something here, I’ll go for it.

Graham cups my butt cheeks and squeezes as he brings his lips to my ear. “I’ll show you exactly how much that means to me, baby.”

I rest my forehead on his shoulder, wanting to catch my breath. Every single one of his words sends a wave of desire deep down between my thighs. When his thumbs hook onto the hem of my skirt, I let out a soft moan.

I know it’s a warning, my last chance to tell him no. I still want him to release his dominant side on me. I still want to feel his rough hands mark me in ways I want him to.

Slowly, I draw back to see the spark of something wicked in his gaze. It’s almost like he knows that when this is over, there’ll be no going back.