Page 40 of Body Tox

“I’m not that easy, baby.” My words were a warbled groan.

The need in my voice was pathetic, and I didn’t fool her. Sure enough, just as I got to the edge, she went to pull away.

I bent my wrists down. The weight of my chains felt like I was being pulled apart, but I didn’t let go. I gripped that gorgeouswhite hair, tangling the strands in my fingers, and pushed down harder.

Echo gasped and choked on me. Her body was fighting to get air. She used her little talons to claw into my chest, the harsh, jagged lines bubbling with blood droplets.

The feeling was heady.

“Oh my fucking god. That’s right, you torturous slut. Take this cock. Let me hear you choke on my come. Fucking swallow every drop. That’s right. Good girl.”

I came so hard I saw stars. Echo’s enraged pale face took every drop until I was spent. When I finally finished, I let her hair go, my hands flew back above my head, and the weight lifted off my wrists.

The action chafed them, but I didn’t care. Echo was coughing, sputtering on her saliva and my come. The mixture was dripping from her nose and mouth—she was a truly beautiful mess.

My mess.

“You are a fucking bastard,” she spat between coughs and sputters, and there was a bit of gagging, too. Tears were running down her cheeks, taking any makeup she had on her face with it. Fuck, she looked better without all that shit.

“I will…”

Cough.

“Get you…”

“Uuugh…for this!” She was still trying to catch her breath and holding her throat from where my cock had lodged deep, creating that delicious bulge.

“I look forward to it, Little Wraith.” I was still on cloud nine when she walked over to me and used some old rusted piece of shit tool on my hand.

The crunching in my hand hurt like hell, but not as much as when she crashed the metal down onto my head. I didn’t carebecause my body was humming with pleasure, and she couldn’t steal it away from me. I gazed into her tear-filled eyes. They were beautiful.

I was still smiling when the darkness started to take over.

“You should cry more often. I want to lick your tears from your cheeks,” I said just before the darkness of my subconscious claimed me.

This man was such an annoying little mystery. I stared down at the way he was splayed on the altar. Damn, he was a gorgeous bad boy, too.

He was breathing even and slow, that tattooed chest rising and falling. His head had a bruise on it, and there was a little blood sliding over his eyebrow.

“Oopsi.” I cringed, walking over and dabbing the blood away and then sticking his shirt under his neck for support.

Even a monster needed comfort.

I didn’t know how long I would be gone, and at least this way, he wouldn’t wake up with a muscle spasm on top of hisheadache. I realized I cared for the man I was torturing, and the irony wasn’t lost on me.

I pulled my phone out of my robe pocket, punched in a sloppy message, and hit send before I could back out of it. The response was instant, and the ding noise from the phone made me jump. The warped sounds on the other end of the line created a sentence.

Unknown: Bench at Earthquake Park.

Earthquake Park was on the other side of the city. It had been closed down years ago for becoming ‘unstable.’ That meant stragglers wouldn’t be mosying around with flashlights like the usual parks. I didn’t like the odds of leaving my mark here for long, but I needed information.

“Sleep tight, Pretty Boy,” I said, flipping off the lamp and leaving him in the darkness of the night. The only light overhead was from the moon and stars.

Walking out into the freezing night air made me shiver instantly. Pulling up theUbby Rideapp, I punched in a rider pick-up spot a few feet from the church and waited by the curb. It was some punk kid with his car smelling so much like weed that it was enough to get me high just by sitting in the car.

I inhaled deeply, enjoying the buzz.

“‘Sup holy ‘dawg’?” he drawled.

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