Body Tox (The Bodies duet #1)

Chapter 8

G roaning…my body felt like an anvil decided to fuck me.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?

I blinked. My crusted-over eyes made everything blurry. I couldn’t see past a few inches in front of me, like a radio channel I couldn’t reach without it fuzzing out and going static. I was freezing, but I could tell a blanket was draped over me.

I tested my fingers, wiggling them underneath the blanket.

Fucking hell, I hurt.

My hair was crusted to my forehead, and my back felt like a cheese grater ran over it. I moved my shoulders, trying to fight the stiffness sticking to my body like glue. Finally, the room I was in started to come into view.

I was in a run-down shack. There were posters of some old-school band and woman’s tits on the walls. A guitar was against the dull wallpaper, but the rest of the space was mostly filled with empty surfaces.

I gasped and tried to scoot back when I saw a man sitting as still as a statue in a chair across from the bed I was on.

“What the fuck!” I smacked at the air.

He chuckled and sat forward, the light of the lamp beside the bedside table illuminating his face.

Son of a bitch! It’s the man from the restaurant.

“What are you doing here? Where the fuck am I, you creep?”

The stranger stood up, a hood falling from his head. His short hair was brown, but the wetness made it appear darker. He was wearing a mask, a smiling skull across his lips. He was toying with that damned flower petal in his fingers, sliding it over his knuckles and under with an expertise that promised he knew what to do with his hands.

“I am your bodyguard, after all, Little Wraith. Consider me your shadow, always watching you, always ready to protect you.”

I scoffed at him, my head feeling like it was vibrating in my skull.

Protecting me? Protecting me from what?

I thought back to last night. The bar, the fucking asshole…the drink.

Oh fuck I had been drugged.

“What did you do to me?” I accused, realizing I was naked under this blanket. My stomach felt sick, and nausea made my lips tingle.

“Definitely not what that man in the alley was about to do,” he said, his tone too casual as he walked toward me.

God, could his movements be any more slow and calculated?

I frowned and remembered the feeling of tugging on my body and my clothes. I couldn’t fight. My body was fucking useless, and that man…he was going to rape me.

“What…did you do?” I said, angry to hear the vulnerability in my voice.

His eyes darkened as he stared at me, curiosity swimming in their depths as he kept getting closer.

“I killed him.”

My eyes widened. This man said those words with zero remorse, just cold and factual precision.

“What did you do to me?” I said, pulling the blanket further over my exposed body.

He shrugged, which pissed me off.

“I don’t touch females that are asleep. What’s the fun in that? When I touch you. You will know, and you’ll beg for more.”

I snorted at him. “I will never beg…N E.V.E.R.”

But he wasn’t laughing. The seriousness in his eyes made me somehow feel smaller. They were intense and a reflection of my pain.

“We all do in one way or another.”

I ignored the look and glared at him harder.

“Don’t expect a thank you,” I grumbled, sitting up, not giving a damn if my boobs were showing now. I knew I looked good, and so be it if this man saw me. Fuck him.

To my surprise, he didn’t divert his gaze from my eyes. He didn’t so much as blink. He acted like there wasn’t a naked woman in a bed in front of him.

I frowned, glaring at him. He tilted his head at my expression.

“I know you are used to getting your way, rich little princess, with that—” He gestured to my body, now wrapped in a scratchy blanket. “But I don’t fucking care. I don’t mix business with my pleasure.”

He leaned down so close to my face that I could feel his hot breath on my lips, and a shiver shot straight up my spine.

“Even when you beg.”

There was something in his eyes that said that was a promise. I rarely didn’t get what I wanted, and I knew how to use my body to get it.

I scoffed, pushing off the blanket and getting to my feet. I was so close to him that I could feel his body heat.

For once, I felt strange standing naked in front of a man.

Such a perplexing one at that.

He refused to look at me, but his dick was so hard it was leaving a tent in his pants.

A “Hmmph” fell out of my mouth. My eyes shot to his, and his darkened, shoving me back down roughly on the bed and wrapping my arms in the blanket before I even realized I was on my damn back.

Now, he smiled down at me, straddling my hips.

“Fuck you,” I growled, bucking at his heavy, muscled body.

He leaned down, his bangs falling into my face and tickling my nose. “No.”

I didn’t actually want him. Fuck that. He was arrogant, and his ego was sizable, like…his thick appendage jabbing into my stomach.

“Ten,” he said, following my gaze. I frowned, confused.

I involuntarily gasped when he ground into me unexpectedly, that massive weight pushing in the right fucking places on my naked skin.

“And a half,” he continued, laughing at my squeaked surprise.

I bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed. My anger completely took over my lust-filled body.

I opened my mouth to smart off, but his eyes changed. He looked…transfixed. His body froze, and his earlier cockiness completely washed away with his attitude.

I followed the trail of his gaze.

My lips…he was looking at my lips.

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, right, asshole. Don’t even think about kissing me.” I felt the blood run down my lip as I spoke, slipping past the corner of my mouth.

His eyes followed.

He held me down so efficiently that I couldn’t move.

I watched him lean slowly down, His tongue hesitantly sliding over my face. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a caress, a dance of his tongue on my face. The light touch gave me goosebumps. His intense stare was unnerving. Moving, I fidgeted, trying to evade his eyes.

A new blood droplet welled from the action, and his pupils dilated. Those hazel eyes were dangerously close to blowing out.

Hmmm. Blood?

I tested the theory, dipping my tongue down and swiping the red droplet back into my mouth. His expression switched again, his eyes flashing like a computer rebooting, and he blinked.

“So you’re a vampire? Ooooo…So scary.”

He shook his head, realizing he was still straddling my naked hips that were ‘burritoed’ under his blanket. With a cough, he pushed himself entirely off me and the bed.

I waited for him to pop off with his insults, but instead, he grabbed a jacket from the chair behind him, walked over, and wrapped it around me. Anger popped out of my mouth as he picked me up wordlessly, walking toward the door at the back of the space.

He opened the door, dropping me like a sack of potatoes. He left me standing there outside the hallway of his poor ass apartment, stunned and naked, aside from his fucking leather jacket that dwarfed me.

He didn’t even look at me, his eyes vacant when he shut the door in my fucking face. I felt my cheek. The wetness of his tongue trailing swirls felt…cold.