Body Tox (The Bodies duet #1)

Chapter 27

I watched the surprise, confusion, realization, and fear settle over Echo’s gorgeous silver eyes. She didn’t move from my grip. Both of us were frozen in the moment. I waited for her to speak, to deny it. I should have known she was too stubborn for that, too proud.

“How long have you known about me?” she said, her eyes silently calculating the exits and means for a weapon.

I studied her face. She was a beautiful, intelligent woman, and I knew she had at least suspected the same from me.

“I am not going to hurt you, Echo,” I said simply, showing my easy smile. She didn’t look convinced, her body poised to bolt, likely to try to brave the storm rather than me.

“I will protect myself, Little Wraith. Up until now, you haven’t yet seen my capabilities.”

Her eyes narrowed, the challenge set in stone.

“How long have you been an assassin?”

I smiled wider.

“So, you figured it out? Good girl.” She shivered, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or the chill of the conversation.

“Was it for my father?”

I didn’t blink.

“I don’t know. They don’t tell me anything but a name and a photo.” She looked puzzled at that, her eyes bouncing back-and-forth from me to the door.

“Name and a photo?”

I nodded. Echo reached into her pants pocket and pulled her cell phone free, clicking random buttons until she turned the phone screen toward me.

Flashing on the screen was my face. My name was written neatly underneath it. A red swipe over my eyes, signifying I was the target.

This was exactly how I first saw Echo. Her picture and her face were a replica of what she held.

Does this mean…?

“Wait…do you work for the?—”

“Debt Collector,” we said in unison.

I cursed, and she joined in with some random language.

“All this time, we have worked for the same fucking organization? They put a hit out on me? You were my last target. I am supposed to be free.”

Things came together in my mind.

“You were free?”

“I lied,” I said, rubbing the scruff on my cheek. “I took a photo of you when you cut your leg. You looked dead, so I sent that picture as confirmation, and I was told I was free of my services.”

She stared at me, unsure what to say in return.

“You lied about killing me…and then I was assigned the task of killing you.”

The irony…

Two assassins contracted to end the other.

What was the point?

“Why did you have a target on you in the first place, Echo? Do you know who would have paid for that?”

She bit her lip deep in thought.

“No…”

“So, what does this mean now?” I said, wondering myself.

“May the best assassin win.” She shrugged, reaching her delicate hand out to me, her catlike grin allowing her white teeth to peek through her full, thick lips.

“You think you can beat me?” I reached out my hand to link it with hers.

“I mean, a retired old fart like you?” she teased with a wink.

“You are impulsive thoughts personified, Little Wraith.”

She grinned wide, tilting her head. “Hmm, okay. Tell me, what am I thinking, Pretty Boy?”

She stood up, and her body was positioned like a predator, a mountain lion ready to attack. I looked up at her, unable to keep myself from grinning.

“How much you want to sit on my face and let me eat that beautiful cunt of yours?”

Before I could blink, her little body was tackling me to the ground, the blankets lying flat on the cold ground. She was ripping my jacket off, her animalistic instincts leaving scratches on my skin. My shirt was next, pulling off with ease as she straddled my waist.

“Are you trying to steal my virtue?” I laughed my ass off, but then she started kissing my neck, and the laughter turned to stifled moans.

The air was unbelievably cold, but her body heat was as hot as an inferno, creating a tornado of euphoria. She ground on my cock through my pants, her lithe little body rocking like an ocean wave over the bulge.

“You better stop, Little Wraith,” I rasped, the heat growing all over my body.

“Or what?” she taunted, rocking faster, reaching up and grabbing her delicious breasts through the fabric.

I leaned up, removing her shirt and biting her side hard enough to leave a mark, an imprint of my fucking ownership of her.

“You are my target,” I reminded her, biting the same spot harder to hear her whimper.

“Finish me off then, Asher Ballard.” She panted above me, challenge in her stance and her eyes.

I smiled.

“With fucking pleasure.”

She didn’t see my action until she was underneath me, her pants ripped from her legs, my tongue deep in her soaking wet cunt.

“Wha—”

Her words were cut off when I added a finger into her opening pussy. She struggled against me. The feeling of overpowering her made my adrenaline go higher and higher.

“You think I am just going to sit still?” she said breathlessly, bucking against my mouth.

“On the contrary, I’m counting on the fact you won’t.”

She stilled for a minute, feeling my hot breath on her thighs, my teeth sharp on her skin. She wrapped her legs around my neck, her grip as tight as a vise. I could barely breathe. I licked her harder, sucking in air when I could and wrestling with her.

She flipped us over, her on top of me now, her legs around my head was an iron hold that I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. The blankets were wrapped around my body in a tangled mess. I couldn’t see anything but her beautiful pink pussy in my face.

I fucked her deeply with my tongue, her legs loosening as she drew closer to orgasm. Inhaling a breath and feeling dizzy with the lack of air, I reached up and smacked her pussy. The jolt surprised her and made her scream. I laughed over her pretty cunt as she rode my face.

“Remember what I said, Pretty Boy?” she said, her whole body coated in sweat despite the freezing temperatures around us.

I couldn’t form a thought, and she took advantage of my delay. She wrapped my head in a mess of blankets, wrapping it over and over, my arms tangled underneath her ass. I heard the sound of her slippery pussy, and the wet suction sounds making me harder underneath her.

She pulled my hand free of the blankets, and I felt her push two of my fingers into her soaked pussy. Truly unable to breathe in the fabric she had me constricted under, I finger fucked her hard. My hand became a blur with the pace.

Her nail nicked me as she followed my speed on her clit. I realized she was sitting on my face above the blankets. Maybe she was trying to kill me after all.

Then she screamed. “I told you I’d drown you!”

A stream of come soaked the blankets, burning my lungs, my eyes, and my nose.

She was waterboarding me with her fucking orgasm.

The headiness of that particular torture method made me moan. I gave in, my oxygen stolen in the best fucking possible way, the blackness taking me with the burning in my chest when I couldn’t expand my lungs any longer.

My last conscious thought was… “You win, Little Wraith, you win.”