Page 65 of Body Tox

I’d done my job, and I got an amazing orgasm out of it…so why did I feel so empty?

The blankets were soaked. Absolutely sopping wet, and the warmth was disappearing. His body was getting colder. A nagging feeling of that cold settled into my chest and an ache spread.

“What the fuck,” I groaned, kicking at Asher’s body.

That frozen smile on his face made me mad…and feel warm all at the same time.

We were made to fight each other. We were pitted against each other. Maybe I shouldn’t hurt him. Maybe we should go after the asshole who thought it would be a good idea to make us kill each other…

Maybe…I was wrong.

I growled, sitting on Asher’s chest and shoving my fists into his sternum, pumping over and over. I put my lips on his, the taste of my come lingering on his mouth. Giving him breaths and pumping his chest over and over until finally, he let out a cough, curling on his side and choking up the liquid in his lungs.

His breathing was shallow, but it was there, and when I put my head to his chest, I could hear his heart fighting to beat again, growing stronger and stronger. His cheeks were that flushed pinkish red again, and he opened his eyes—a glazed look appeared on his face.

“I killed you,” I said, hopping off his chest and getting into his vision. “Sorry.”

He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were searching for me. He was finally focusing, and that crooked smile returned. He couldn’t speak. Every ounce of strength he had was to breathe and cough.

“Good way…to…go.” His voice cracked on a hoarse wheeze.

I couldn’t help it, I laughed.

“I didwarn you,” I said sweetly, and his smile was beautiful.

“I was wrong, though. You aren’t my enemy. The organization trying to murder us is. That’s who we need to go after, Asher. Not each other.”

I gave him the time he needed to breathe and process.

After a while, he sat up on his arms. “Says the…woman who…killed me.”

I laughed, blowing him a kiss. “You’re welcome. Now, you can say you are a zombie. The kids at the orphanage would love that.”

He watched me, probably trying to figure out if I was going to murder him again.

“I am serious, Pretty Boy.” I sat on my legs, the chill coming back. I needed to be close to him.

“What do…you…want to do? Kill…the Debt Collector?”

I pondered that. I didn’t even know who the fuck he was. I had never met him. I just got strange texts and calls when a hit was made.

I only met anyone from the organization the day I was recruited.

“How did you get…recruited?” he said. His breathing started to normalize, and the choking finally came to an end.

The memory wasn’t pleasant, but I guess I did owe Asher that, at least.

“My ex.” I couldn’t really say more because the fear and pain of that night still stung.

He studied me but didn’t press.

“I was recruited a year ago,” he said. “I was told…to save some girls.”

Save girls?

That didn’t make any sense. He was an assassin told to save people?

“I have only been told to kill people.” I shrugged. “What girls did you save? Why?” He stared at the ground, deciding how much to trust me.

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