S o, the Little Wraith wanted to play and toy with me?
Fuck me because I gave her the ammunition she needed for just that.
I growled and smashed the damn bed with my foot. The fucking blankets still smelled like her, and if that wasn’t an addiction in itself, there were little red droplets of her blood on my pillow sheet.
Naked women didn’t phase me. I didn’t have time for sex, and usually when there was someone naked in front of me, it was simply to make their disposal easier to clean up.
The last time I even took a woman to fuck was…I didn’t even know. That was how long it had been.
My cock certainly didn’t care about the length of time. Her naked curves and tight muscles in front of me were intoxicating. I still throbbed from the carpet burn of my jeans on my dick.
My phone beeped, and I looked at the text.
Unknown: GET THE INFO, GET THE GIRL
465 BOWER STREET 3:00 UNDER MAT
I scrubbed my hand down my face. I still had mud on me from the fucking dirty ass street and piss water from the bar. Anger flowed through me as I stripped out of my grungy clothes, and the scent of the woman invaded my senses.
I needed to burn my damn blanket.
“Fuck it.”
I went back to the bed, ripping the material, knocking pillows and shit off the top in my haste. That scent was even stronger now, so close to my body, and it even smelled like her fucking sweet pussy.
She didn’t know how hard I struggled to keep from mounting her when she teased me. I had to shut off my senses to stop myself from taking her right there.
The woman definitely was as spicy as her fucking attitude. My tongue tingled from her taste. I doubted I would get away with something more like that without losing a few limbs, but goddamn, her standing on her tiptoes to glare at me was too damn good.
Would she maintain that icy heat when she was being slammed against a wall, bitten, and kissed so hard it made it almost impossible for her to breathe? The groan was involuntary, my control snapping like a band, as I brought the material to my nose and inhaled.
“Fuck.” I got up and dragged the bedding with me to the shower like a kid with a damn security blanket.
Cold.
I needed a slap in the face of cold water to sober the fuck up.
Turning on the dial as cold as possible and cursing from the mist alone of the icy water, I finally took a deep breath and walked in, dragging the cloth with me.
The cold water was a bitch slap of pain that I welcomed. But even though my teeth chattered and my body shivered under the frigid spray, I still couldn’t shake off the thoughts of her body, her peaked nipples, her sassy mouth…the blood.
God, the blood on those dangerous lips nearly made me break all control right then and there. Whether that was to mount her or kill her, I wasn’t sure.
Groaning, I wrapped the blanket around my pulsating cock, her image potent in my mind as I stroked the fabric over the sensitive head.
“Fuck you, you tempting goddamn nightmare.” I moaned, increasing my speed and hearing her feisty words resonate in my mind.
She said she would never beg, but I was going to make her. I would break that hard exterior and devour her sweet insides before I killed her. So be it if I had to nail her knees to the ground before me. She would fucking submit.
The thought of her blood sliding down her curvacious fucking body from my hands made me pump even harder, my hand a blur under the spray. The water didn’t feel cold now, my body too feverish to notice anything but the desire and fucking inferno under my skin.
I was so close to soiling this fucking blanket.
Marking her scent…with my own.
I growled, pushing myself over the edge. “My prize is the thought of filling you up so completely with my come, making sure you bust from every fucking hole until you look like a pastry. Then I can bury your body, Little Wraith.”
It would be the beacon I followed—the damning light that would haunt me.
“You fucking toxic poison,” I said. “You are worse than my addiction! You are damning me in your presence and worse with your absence. Is there no escaping this? You have given an addict far worse than a vise.”
I moaned, my words spilling free in strangled grunts as I envisioned her beside me.
“Fuck you. Fuck you and your test of my sobriety! I know I can’t withstand spilling every drop of your blood, and I will relish in my defeat, but not before I rip you apart and savor each taste until you rot. You aren’t just a drug, are you? Your body is a hell-made toxin created to destroy me. I guess it takes a monster to destroy one, huh, Little Wraith?”
The accusation fell on deaf ears as my come soaked into the blanket. I caught my breath, turned off the water, and stared at my mess. With my head less fuzzy and my body buzzing from the high, I cracked my joints, stretching my back, arms, and legs.
I needed to let this bitch go.
She was only causing a new addiction to brew inside me—an addiction to…her.
Biking back to the mansion and ignoring my mission, I threw my leg off my motorcycle and placed the helmet on the seat. I wouldn’t be long. I had to carve out this madness before it spread. Flipping the water bottle, I smiled when I spied some contact solution.
It was deadly on occasion. It was amazing what seemingly harmless objects people used on a daily basis that could kill you. Now, if I could access the contact solution, all I’d need was a quick little squeeze of the solution into that water bottle and ‘Wallah.’
Echo Svenson wouldn’t let anyone know she needed glasses. In fact, the woman was as blind as a damn bat. But of the many photos I’d rifled through, there were a few ‘mirror selfies’ she’d taken when she’d been wearing pajamas and her square glasses.
After strolling through the area I now knew, I was able to avoid my new canine friends, making my way back into the mansion. Stashing my bike in some bushes made it easy enough to sneak in. Avoiding the staff fussing over whatever meaningless chores they’d been ordered to do was helpful.
I ran quietly and quickly to the bathroom upstairs, the one down the hall from Echo’s room. It was where she hid her toothbrush, mouthwash, and…Bingo…her contact solution.
“The chemical components in contact solution could be lethal,” I mocked in the Debt Collector’s droning voice as he had taught me this particular lesson.
I hated non-stabby ways of ending someone, but sometimes true assassination work was boring shit that resulted in making chemicals in a lab and simply giving them to people. Bet they never made super spies in movies do lame shit like this, but beggars and choosers and all that.
I felt a strange sensation when I squeezed a portion of the poison into the water bottle, the feeling unknown to me. I shook it off and pulled my mask over my face, letting my body blend into the shadows of the corner, doing the ridiculous fucking ninja dance to avoid cameras as usual.
“Wow, Echo! I have never seen you this insatiable.”
The familiar voice was right behind the bedroom door, and I cursed silently, knowing there was no fucking way I would be able to go into the bedroom to plant my bottle. I turned to leave, aborting the mission for now, but then I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.
“You will beg me. I will make you beg to even fucking live another day, asshole. Beg you? No. Beg me.”
Interest piqued, I turned on my camera, hacking into the camera’s servers and linking into the open laptop’s camera on her desk. The perfect view of Echo and her little girlfriend appeared on the screen. They were flushed, coated in sweat, and each other’s fucking juices.
“Fuck…” I whispered, sitting down on my ass before I fell over.
Echo was straddling the woman, and the pose matched how I had her in the apartment.
The view was fucking heady, and even though I had drained my cock in the fucking blanket hours before, I was rock hard again.
“Please, Echo. Please. I need a fucking minute. My god, baby, you are insane.”
I could see the exhaustion written on her lover’s face, so her request had been sincere. Echo looked…cold. Completely unhinged like the vengeful spirit she was. Again mimicking my pose, she leaned down, her beautiful waterfall of white hair falling into the female’s face.
“No,” she said, quiet but cruel.
This was a re-enactment of our encounter. I was sure of it. The only difference was that it wasn’t fucking me.
Echo slipped her body down the female’s ebony skin, her pussy leaving a fucking trail of her desire.
I bit my tongue, the need to taste her so intense that I nearly bashed the door down in front of me. I kept my eyes glued to the video.
Echo was using her tongue on the woman, but something was different. Her mouth. Her mouth was swollen, and dried blood and faint little streaks lined her lips.
When Echo opened her mouth wide, she dragged her tongue over the shrieking woman’s clit, a new metal piercing glinting in the LED lights that were around the mirror across from them by that damn closet.
Interesting…
Her body was already enough to bring anyone to their knees, but now glittering with jewelry, I felt as insane as she looked, devouring that damn pussy in front of her.
I moaned, realizing I was grinding my body into my pants, the friction of my jeans creating a pain and pleasure that kept me on edge.
“Fuck you,” she said again and again, driving the orgasming woman to the point of overstimulation and not letting up even after.
“Echo! My god. Echo baby, please. My god.”
Finally, when my Little Wraith had used that fucking tongue to the point of causing her new weapon to pass out, she looked up, staring directly into the camera, almost as if she knew I was there watching her.
Blood was dripping down her chin, falling onto the pussy of the woman, and I bit my tongue harder, the taste of my blood filling my mouth like a crushed gusher candy.
“Holy fuck, Little Wraith. I hear you. I will make you beg. Yes baby, fuck yes,” I panted, my fucking pants soiled in my come.
The humiliating realization of jizzing in my pants like a prepubescent teenager made me angry. I clipped off the video and took off down the corridor to the unused bathroom.
I didn’t have time to clean up without the mousey servants spotting me. So, instead, I crawled out the window and hung out on the top of the roof, making my way back to the area where Echo’s room was.
I turned on the camera again, seeing the girls getting dressed. Echo cleaned up her lover lovingly. I couldn’t get a feel for that girl.
Were they just fuck buddies?
There was little to no information other than they clearly fucked like bunnies and knew each other from the dawn of fucking time.
I had dug up information on California Grace. Her father was a doctor for the shady company and security firm Echo’s father owned.
She was an only child—aged twenty-two, like Echo.
I could hear her speaking now.
“God damn, baby girl,” she said, that slight accent more audible when she was tired.
They said their goodbyes, and I watched her fall on the bed on the camera feed. She had an unreadable expression on her face as she stared at her reflection in the mirror across the way.
She went out of view when she walked forward, and there was no reason to keep watching her at that point.
I switched the camera feed, ready to close out my phone, when I flipped to the footage outside the hall.
Echo’s best friend picked something up from the ground that I couldn’t see from this camera angle.
“Oh, so thoughtful. Unlike you, my spicy bitch, but thank you, I need it after that.”
I frowned, unsure what was going on.
Flipping to another feed of the cams across the hall, I waited as the image cleared just as Cali Grace flipped off the lid and drank the trap I had set for Echo, dooming herself to her lover’s fate.
I smiled wide, swiped the cameras to give back to my Little Wraith, reapplied lipstick, and typed away on her computer.
Well…sleep tight, Cali. I guess you shouldn’t have touched what is mine.