Page 8 of Body Tox

As I opened a door on the far wall, a huge ass closet lay in front of me. There were a shit ton of bright-ass colored clothes and shoes that looked like a goddamn Funfetti monster had thrown up.

I found a sequined black backpack and shuffled through the contents inside. Hand sanitizer, mace—hmmm, interesting—frilly pencils and pens, and folders and books organized inside the bag. I had to admit I was surprised to see that the study material the target was learning about was boring-normal-girl shit—designing, sewing, crafting, and pottery.

A ‘seamstress in training’ dresses like she did? Times sure have changed since I went to college.

Maybe I was just getting fucking old, but the thought of holding a tiny ass needle to loop string together a thousandtimes just made me shake. I’d perfected torture techniques, could pinpoint any artery or vein in the body, and knew about most places to make it hurt but not kill someone.

But the thought of holding a needle to create rather than destroy seemed so foreign. It took a lot of finesse to manage that task, and I needed to remind myself that my mark was good with her hands.

A click of a door closing echoed throughout the room, and I cursed. I had been too busy nosing through shit that I’d missed the sounds of someone entering the home. Now, clear giggles and moans filled the hallway.

I reached forward and closed the closet door with just a slight crack of the old school blinds opened to view outside.

Finding shadows in the array of colors was hard, but I managed to hide behind a dress bag and push my back against the wall with the perfect view of the bedroom outside through the slats.

I waited for the woman and some mindless fuck boy to smash through the room, so when another female was the one making the giggling moans and ripping at the clothing of my target, I had to cover my mouth to keep my surprise silent.

I tried to get a look at the dark-haired woman rolling around with the target. She didn’t look familiar from any photographs on that collage wall. Maybe this was a fling?

The way the women moved in unison, the familiar dance of passion, made me second guess my initial thought.

That begged the question—who the fuck was the target hiding?

My target became more interesting as I uncovered the masks she hid behind. What would I find next?

Ireached my room and smashed open my door, leading Cali with my kisses to my bed.

The pillows were on the ground, which struck me as odd, but I wouldn’t complain about the ease of laying her on the mattress.

“Echo. You said we were going to study,” Cali said playfully, nipping my lips and taking in my cleavage as it spilled from my corset.

I grinned at her, straddling her tiny waist and rocking my clit against hers through our college uniform skirts. I felt so much heated rage at my father informing me that an arrogant asshead was hired despite my explicit instructions to shoot him on sight.

“Oh, I intend to study every part of your body, Cali,” I promised, pulling her shirt free of her luscious breasts.

She moaned and dropped her head back, anchoring herself on her forearms as I captured her nipple ring in my mouth. I teased all of her sensitive flesh, flicking it with my tongue and swirling hips, wrenching a groan from us both.

She leaned forward and kissed me, her soft lips trapping mine as we fought for dominance. She flipped me over. Her nipples puckered from my praise-filled eyes underneath her.

“You fucking tease, Cali,” I whined, bobbing forward to lick those rings again.

“I tease you to please you, baby.” She bit my neck, making my toes curl. “You are one to talk. I am practically naked, and you have all your clothes on,”

She tugged on the zipper at the front of my corset.

I didn’t bother wearing constricting bras, and when she finished pulling the zipper down, my breasts spilled free. She moaned at the sight and brought her hand under my skirt, toying with my pussy and teasing me with her sharp nails.

The possibility of her cutting me made me shake. I needed it. I needed to feel the slice across my skin. I needed to feel the high of the burn while I fucked her pretty pink pussy. I groaned and rocked forward harder onto her nails until that burn was there and gone in a flash.

She gasped and pulled her hand free, fear tightening the beautiful brown skin on her face.

“I am so sorry, oh my god. I didn’t mean to nick you.”

I moaned and pushed her hand back down to my soaking wet pussy, grinding her fingers into my center.

“Mmm. I don’t fucking care, Cali. You can use and abuse me as long as you fucking give me your body now.”

I all but screamed when that playful grin went back on her face, and she scooted back off me to dive down into the wetness I was creating from her.

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