Page 17 of Body Tox

“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.

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