Body Tox (The Bodies duet #1)

Chapter 23

H oly Fuck.

My hands shook, her wetness still coating my fingers. I groaned, licking my digits clean, probably looking like a crack addict moaning and sucking in the damn drug until there was nothing left.

I already missed her heat, and my cock was nearly breaking my zipper from how hard I was. I smacked myself on the cheek, trying to get her moans and whimpers out of my fucking head.

She was incredibly helpless in my arms. A woman, who was normally a lethal weapon, had given up all her control when it came to sex.

Can she not resist me the way I cannot resist her?

“Agh, dammit, woman.” I seethed, running my hand through my hair and picking up my pace, dodging into different alleys and not leaving a trail to follow.

Her phone glowed from the screen in my hand, and I reminded myself that this was necessary. Dialing the number by heart into the phone pad, a name popped up, and I paused.

What the fuck?

I typed a message into the text box, and it lit up with three dots instead.

I held my breath, waiting for the message to appear.

Target cleared?

My eyes widened. Naughty Little Wraith. She wasn’t just a killer but an assassin. Guess I couldn’t fault her because, after all, I was, too.

I checked messages and saw her codename: Wraith.

That made sense in the best way possible. Apparently, we worked for the same team.

But then why…

The whole reason I’d met Echo was because I had been tasked with killing her. After deciding she’d lived a pretty miserable life, I forged the hit confirmation, planning to leave her alone.

Something wasn’t adding up. I didn’t give a fuck who she was meant to assassinate and closed the phone without answering the automated AI caller. If I wanted more information, then I needed to play nice and let her drag my ass around for whatever the fuck she was trying to do.

It wasn’t so bad being her prisoner as long as I could see her sexy fucking body work me over. I sighed, running my hand down my face and turning back. The vengeful little woman was going to be infuriated, so all I had to do was follow the trail of an angry, scorned woman who happened to be extremely edged right now.

I thought about her cunt.

She fit so perfectly in my hand. My fingers were nearly too big for her, and I reveled in knowing how hard she would struggle to take my cock. I would make her stretch to fit all of me, and I would make her beg to do it.

“Ew! You pervert.”

I looked up to an old lady, just in time to get knocked upside the head with her purse. Fucking hell, did old hags carry bowling balls in those things? My vision played twinkle twinkle for a minute, and I looked down, only then realizing I had shoved my hand down my pants to my needy cock.

Oops.

I smiled sheepishly and pulled my hand out of my pants.

“Get a room creeper! I will call the cops on you.”

Shit. I definitely didn’t need piggies joining this shit show.

“Nah, cool it, lady. I’m gone,” I said, saluting the bitch, and started to walk past her.

“Oh my! Are you trying to touch me? Help! Someone…help! A pervert is exposing himself to my poor eyes.”

I cringed at her volume and backed away. People were looking over at us, and I tried to put some distance between our bodies.

“Shut up, you old hag. I wouldn’t touch you if you paid me!” I hissed at her.

“Oh heavens. It’s a gigolo. Guards. Police. Someone, anyone , help me!”

I facepalmed, slightly panicking from the crowd she was attracting. Some asshat kids were recording her dumbass outburst, and I kept my head down, turning away from the phones and crowd.

Every mug shot I had acquired over my life somehow didn’t include public indecency or exposing my genitals to an elder.

“This is a place for families!” a stranger hollered.

“Yeah! Get lost, freak,” another said, hurling an insult at me from the crowd.

I backed up from the mob of holy assholes coming toward me, and my only option was an alley behind the building near me.

It looked like a vintage store with old-school records in the front glass window. The crowd was following me, and I turned around and took off running into that alley. The sounds of the angry shouting and insults died down the faster I ran. The more corners I took to get deeper into the back passages of the stores, the less I heard their taunts and threats.

“Son of a bitch.” I finally stopped and caught my breath, leaning forward and heaving from the exertion of the run.

When I was able to breathe again, I looked up.

There across from me, leaning on the stone wall, was a pale-skinned, snow-colored-haired goddess of wrath looking ever so pissed at me, but she also couldn’t hide her smile even as she tried to hold her pants up with her delicate hands.

“You say I leave a mess in my wake. Looks like you leave a hoard of angry women in yours.”

My smile came easy when it was for her.

“Spoken from experience?”

She glared at me, the blush on her cheeks and neck not quite gone from her arousal.

“You have no idea, Pretty Boy,” she replied, twisting and curling her pants to fit around her hips.

I snorted.

“You might wanna get some new pants,” I said.

She ignored me, huffing and continuing the flip, roll, tuck method.

“I wouldn’t need to if you had kept your hands to yourself,” she growled, blowing the hair from her face.

I moved closer to where she was against the wall, placing my arm over her head and leaning toward her leering, cautious gaze.

“Now, now…if you want me to finish what I started…” I teased, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You better be nice to me.”

She took her hand and deliberately flipped out the strand I had tucked behind her ear in a dramatic flick. Now I glared, and she smiled in return. She ducked under my arm and walked away from me.

“You made the right choice by not running off, Pretty Boy,” she said over her shoulder. “So let’s not ruin it.”

She was dancing in front of me with her ridiculous rolled pants, and I sighed.

Echo was dead set on this damn mission to look into my past, and if I wanted to find out who the fuck she was after and why she worked for the Debt Collector, I needed to play nice…for now.

“I’m twenty-two!”

“And?” I said, circling her in a predatory dance of wills.

“And a creeper…I don’t need your old ass chasing me down. I will irredicate you. Don’t think I’ll take pity just because you are elderly!”

I gripped my heart and feigned a pained expression.

“Ouch, Little Wraith…You act like thirty-six is ninety years old, but that’s okay. I know you are scared.”

My stalking was backing her into a corner, so I leaned down and whispered, “I guess now I’ll have to show you how an old dog can teach you new tricks.”

She scoffed at me like I was an idiot. “That isn’t how the saying goes. It goes, ‘You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.’”

I gripped her throat and squeezed.

“Looks like you’re the one collared here, Little Wraith, so you’re the bitch in this scenario.” She gasped in my grip. “The real question is, are you going to behave and stop yipping like a Chihuahua at my ankles? Or do I need to put you down?”