Page 15 of Body Tox

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.

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