Page 16 of Body Tox

I involuntarily gasped when he ground into me unexpectedly, that massive weight pushing in the right fucking places on my naked skin.

“And a half,” he continued, laughing at my squeaked surprise.

I bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed. My anger completely took over my lust-filled body.

I opened my mouth to smart off, but his eyes changed. He looked…transfixed. His body froze, and his earlier cockiness completely washed away with his attitude.

I followed the trail of his gaze.

My lips…he was looking at my lips.

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, right, asshole. Don’t even think about kissing me.” I felt the blood run down my lip as I spoke, slipping past the corner of my mouth.

His eyes followed.

He held me down so efficiently that I couldn’t move.

I watched him lean slowly down, His tongue hesitantly sliding over my face. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a caress, a dance of his tongue on my face. The light touch gave me goosebumps. His intense stare was unnerving. Moving, I fidgeted, trying to evade his eyes.

A new blood droplet welled from the action, and his pupils dilated. Those hazel eyes were dangerously close to blowing out.

Hmmm. Blood?

I tested the theory, dipping my tongue down and swiping the red droplet back into my mouth. His expression switched again, his eyes flashing like a computer rebooting, and he blinked.

“So you’re a vampire? Ooooo…So scary.”

He shook his head, realizing he was still straddling my naked hips that were ‘burritoed’ under his blanket. With a cough, he pushed himself entirely off me and the bed.

I waited for him to pop off with his insults, but instead, he grabbed a jacket from the chair behind him, walked over, and wrapped it around me. Anger popped out of my mouth as he picked me up wordlessly, walking toward the door at the back of the space.

He opened the door, dropping me like a sack of potatoes. He left me standing there outside the hallway of his poor assapartment, stunned and naked, aside from his fucking leather jacket that dwarfed me.

He didn’t even look at me, his eyes vacant when he shut the door in my fucking face. I felt my cheek. The wetness of his tongue trailing swirls felt…cold.

So, 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.

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