stop her cyborg. He swiveled his hips against her. His dry humping would leave bruises all over her body, and she craved that marking, that branding of her. She dripped for him.
“Beg me to stop, Medic.” His eyes were brighter than she’d ever seen them. “And I might be kind, might kill you now.”
He wasn’t a kind being and she didn’t want his mercy. “I will beg.”
His lips flattened. “I projected you would.”
She slid her hands over his pecs and his muscles firmed under her palms. “I will beg for your big cock.” That part of him bobbed against her. “I will beg you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked, to pound into my pussy with everything you have, to own my body, destroying it for other males.”
“There will be no other males.” Malice slammed her shoulders back against the door. “You are mine, mine to use, mine to kill.”
His possessiveness curled her toes, made her a bit crazed. “Then use me, cyborg.”
“You don’t tell me what to do.” He snarled at her, baring his teeth.
This would definitely be a hate fuck. Her form tingled with anticipation. “Should I find another male to use me as harshly as I yearn to be used?”
“Frag other males.” He drew his hips back. “And frag you.” He drove forward, filling her with the longest, thickest cock she’d ever taken, tearing a scream from her throat.
Damn. That hurt…in the best way possible. She was stretched to the point of bursting, felt him to her core. He pulsed inside her, was dominant, and, in this moment, hers.
“That’s my cock deep inside you, Medic.” His eyes glowed with satisfaction, with lust, with something else she couldn’t, wouldn’t name. “The cyborg you tortured for the past five hundred and fifty-seven planet rotations is breeding with you, will pump his cum into you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
She didn’t want to stop that. “One thrust isn’t breeding.” Illona smacked her boot-clad heels against his ass cheeks.
His eyes flashed with energy.
And then all chaos broke loose.
Her cyborg pounded into her with a breath-stealing fervor, slapping her ass against the door, beating her breasts with his chest, pummeling her hips with his.
His aggression silenced her thoughts, her worries, banishing them from her brain for the first time in…she couldn’t remember the last time she truly lived in the moment. She embraced that rarity, that gift. Unwilling and unable to fight it, to fight him, she clung to her cyborg’s shoulders and enjoyed the fucking of her lifespan.
Her pussy hummed with the sensual abuse. More blood dripped downward, from her nose.
He grunted with every piston forward, that beastlike sound spiraling her passion upward. She’d fantasized about him for over a solar cycle and a half, and none of those erotic dreams equaled the exquisite reality of their joining.
An enthralling heat spread over her. She’d been so cold for so long, the illness the experiments had inflicted on her chilling her to the bone. Yet he warmed her. Sweat beaded on her skin.
She hitched her hips into his thrusts. Her cyborg would likely kill her after he’d sated his forbidden desires but, in the moment, with him taking her like a male possessed, she had never felt more alive.
“Yes. Yes.” Yearning coiled around her chest. Her arms and legs quivered.
He took her harder, faster. His pace was inhuman, and all of her throbbed in time with his ruthless rhythm.
There was no doubt who was fucking her into the door. Malice’s form had no yield to it. He was a thin layer of skin, of flesh, over an unbending frame.
The hurt accentuated her pleasure too much. She dangled on the edge of satisfaction. It was too soon, too good. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, seeking to relay some of the tension building inside her, wanting to delay her release, prolong the encounter.
Her cyborg jerked against her.
Knocked a bit off-balance, she squeaked and constricted her inner walls around his shaft.
He roared, drove forward. Her ass, back, shoulders, hit the door. She sucked in her breath, clenched down on him again.
Her cyborg exploded. Cum shot from his tip, splattered against her intimate flesh. Bliss burst over her. She screamed, grasping Malice’s arms.
His eyes went scarily dark. Yet he continued to come, flooding her again and again and again with his unique essence, forcing her to find satisfaction with him.
Her head spun. It was a struggle to remain conscious. Her ecstasy swelled to impossible levels. She couldn’t endure