Page 50 of Body Tox

God, his wicked mouth, and his skilled fingers.

I was going to come.

Just as I felt myself on the absolute wave of an orgasm, his hands ripped free of my drenched pussy, his arms lowering me off him and leaving me cold and alone, breathing like a damn ox.

I blinked. My brain fuzzed so hard that I couldn’t even comprehend his smug expression as he blew me a kiss and walked back into the street.

Holy Fuck.

My hands shook, her wetness still coating my fingers. I groaned, licking my digits clean, probably looking like a crack addict moaning and sucking in the damn drug until there was nothing left.

I already missed her heat, and my cock was nearly breaking my zipper from how hard I was. I smacked myself on the cheek, trying to get her moans and whimpers out of my fucking head.

She was incredibly helpless in my arms. A woman, who was normally a lethal weapon, had given up all her control when it came to sex.

Can she not resist me the way I cannot resist her?

“Agh, dammit, woman.” I seethed, running my hand through my hair and picking up my pace, dodging into different alleys and not leaving a trail to follow.

Her phone glowed from the screen in my hand, and I reminded myself that this was necessary. Dialing the number by heart into the phone pad, a name popped up, and I paused.

What the fuck?

I typed a message into the text box, and it lit up with three dots instead.

I held my breath, waiting for the message to appear.

Target cleared?

My eyes widened. Naughty Little Wraith. She wasn’t just a killer but an assassin. Guess I couldn’t fault her because, after all, I was, too.

I checked messages and saw her codename: Wraith.

That made sense in the best way possible. Apparently, we worked for the same team.

But then why…

The whole reason I’d met Echo was because I had been tasked with killing her. After deciding she’d lived a pretty miserable life, I forged the hit confirmation, planning to leave her alone.

Something wasn’t adding up. I didn’t give a fuck who she was meant to assassinate and closed the phone without answering the automated AI caller. If I wanted more information, then I needed to play nice and let her drag my ass around for whatever the fuck she was trying to do.

It wasn’t so bad being her prisoner as long as I could see her sexy fucking body work me over. I sighed, running my handdown my face and turning back. The vengeful little woman was going to be infuriated, so all I had to do was follow the trail of an angry, scorned woman who happened to be extremely edged right now.

I thought about her cunt.

She fit so perfectly in my hand. My fingers were nearly too big for her, and I reveled in knowing how hard she would struggle to take my cock. I would make her stretch to fit all of me, and I would make her beg to do it.

“Ew! You pervert.”

I looked up to an old lady, just in time to get knocked upside the head with her purse. Fucking hell, did old hags carry bowling balls in those things? My vision played twinkle twinkle for a minute, and I looked down, only then realizing I had shoved my hand down my pants to my needy cock.

Oops.

I smiled sheepishly and pulled my hand out of my pants.

“Get a room creeper! I will call the cops on you.”

Shit. I definitely didn’t need piggies joining this shit show.

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