As the days went by, your cohabitation with Graves gathered unbreakable momentum. What a bastard he was, he's still a bastard.

Coming home late at night and settling quietly on the couch flipping through the channels looking for something relaxing, sleepy consciousness had no time to fully master the body when his eyes fluttered open and darted like a hawk to the far shelf. "Graves... I'll kill you, you Judas." - you whispered through gritted teeth. The gift your parents gave you on your first anniversary had disappeared without a trace, and he wasn't even ashamed!

Without a second thought, you picked up the phone and dialed the number, and you squeezed out the most flirtatious tone you could, "Hey, babe. Will you come over now? I need you, urgently." - A slight tinge of moan broke into the receiver between sentences, a loud swallow and he was ready, I'm on my way."

It didn't take long to wait. Bursting into the house, trying to keep his composure his eyes searched the room. Hearing a slight creak, he threw his head up, seeing you leaning your elbows on the side of the stairs. His hand came up and immediately spread across your waist, pulling you against him, turning your back to the edge, holding you gently so you wouldn't fall down. Standing up on your toes and reaching for his lips like a true snake temptress, you put your index finger between his lips so he couldn't kiss you. A threatening mannerism drained his mouth, "Where's the vase?" - His eyebrows furrowed, but a sudden knee strike to his belt caught him faster than any thoughts, causing the man to flinch, grabbing a sensitive burning spot.

When he stood up, turning you around abruptly and bending you over the stairs he said with annoyance, "You don't mean well? Bad girl," he hissed tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you toward him. His other hand traced its way under your shorts. He laughed bitterly as he pressed his jeans against your ass, "You like rough, don't you?"