Body Tox (The Bodies duet #1)

Chapter 5

I was dumbfounded, my body fucking vibrating from the scene before me.

Holy fuck.

Two women fucking was enough to get my blood roiling, but to see the tempting target come…was enrapturing. Even more so to see she needed something extra to achieve her orgasm.

My target, the dangerous, naughty Little Wraith…She needed to bleed .

I gripped my dick in my pants. The painful angle at which it was bent was too much to handle. The girls weren’t done. They were grinding into each other. Their little plaid skirts hiked up on their thighs. The one female had a dark complexion, and the contrast to my target’s porcelain skin was breathtaking.

Their crescendo of moans was enough to drive any man mad. I was already a fucking animal. I shamelessly stroked my cock to their song of pleasure. Remembering what the dangerous troublemaker looked like in that fancy restaurant, I got even harder.

Fuck this closet for blocking the scene in front of me. I tried to cool myself off, physically blowing air up onto my bangs. If I didn’t want to be caught like a Peeping Tom, then I had to sit still like a good boy, but goddamn, if I didn’t want to bust out of this fucking vomit color of clothes and dominate both their cunts.

How long would these two fuck?

I growled, giving up. My resistance was futile. I pulled my cock free and started stroking myself harder. That all too familiar feeling of my balls getting nice and tight, ready to release.

“Please make me come again. My god, Echo, that tongue is a fucking weapon!”

I zoned into the moans and suctioning sounds of wet pussy, spitting on my hand to imagine that wetness coating me instead.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered to the darkness. At the same time, the woman came all over the pretty blonde’s face.

The look on my target’s face was…otherworldly. She had come dripping down her chest as she smiled and licked her lips.

It was no secret that men were easier to get off, so seeing her expertise in making a woman come so hard was cruel. It cemented the fact that she would have men losing their balls from coming so hard.

How would her mouth feel on me? More importantly…how would the Little Wraith taste? That smile on her porcelain skin was wicked. She knew how fucking good she was, and for some reason that pissed me off.

I wanted to shove her down until she was choking on my cock’s size. I looked down at my hand. My cock in my grip. I would fucking choke her, all right. My thickness would leave a nice bulge in her throat.

I wouldn’t let her breathe until she was fading.

She would have to fucking beg me to stop, and even then, it was a toss-up if I would or if I would complete my mission right then and there.

That would be a mercy, wouldn’t it? Death by dick.

I chuckled to myself, the vibration in my chest creating a nice sensation to my stroking.

I couldn’t fucking see them all that well. They were rolling around like rabid animals for one another. I sighed and ran my hand through my short, faded hair. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I got a delicious idea. Ignoring the text, I swiped to the screen of the target’s phone. Fumbling with the apps until I pulled up the photos of Echo Svenson. A girl so full of herself surely had some nudes, right?

It didn’t take long to find her private folder, and sure enough, her ethereal body came into view on my screen.

She was a lean, tall, beautiful woman. The fact that she was skinny didn’t hide the tone of her body, the lushness of her breasts.

In the photo, she was barely in a string. It was white, a soft, satiny-looking material. Something that was both vintage and see-through. The bitch looked breathtaking, and that made me even more irritated. I stroked myself harder. The moans and her image were the anchor I used to abuse my cock.

I was so close that I started flipping from photo to photo. Her image changed over and over. She was against the wall in one, bent over, glistening wet in another, and then biting her lip, her long white hair covering her peaked nipples. Image after image made me feverish. The beauty of this woman did something unexplainable to me.

The collage of images continued, the tip of my dick throbbing, ready to explode, but then the screen showed me a photo I wasn’t expecting at all.

The cruel and wickedly beautiful woman, the tantalizing Little Wraith, was on a video. The image was shaky, blurred, and hard to make out, but it became clear as the images shifted and continued playing.

It was a dimly lit street, with a flickering street lamp in the background. A figure close up was crying, binds wrapped around their torso and lying on the dirty cement. My target slides a golden blade out of her dress pocket. The POV was set up adjacent to the scene on a wall or fixture off-screen.

The phone dropped to the wet cement. It now sat slightly crooked in a groove of the street, rain pouring down and blurring the images more.

My target walked over to the shaking form, bringing the weapon up, the gold glint reflecting off the flash of the video’s light. With one tilt of her head and that dangerous signature smile plastered on her face like a sadistic, beautiful clown, she slid the blade over the body on the ground. The tantalizing river of crimson melded with the rainwater, catching the cracks in the pavement and spidering forward until completely consuming the image in red.

Spoken words popped up through the speakers next. The eerie tone of the woman in front of me sounded free somehow when she said, “Blood for blood.”