Containing Malice (Rebel Cyborgs #1) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,11

it, couldn’t—

Malice stopped moving, and the buildup of joy also ceased, lowering to manageable levels.

All of her bubbled and fizzed. A thousand invisible fingers stroked her. Those must be his nanocybotics. According to the results of experiments performed by other medics, they shouldn’t survive for a long duration inside her. They should fade.

Moments passed.

The effervescence remained. Illona rested her forehead against her cyborg’s heaving chest, savoring her link with him, the full-body touching, his warmth, the feel of him, relishing the little taste of happiness before the pain, the darkness that would soon come.

Malice didn’t move, didn’t appear to be in a rush to break their physical connection either. He folded his form protectively around hers, set his chin on top of her head.

That wasn’t the act of a male who was determined to kill his fuck partner. His response seemed…almost tender, caring. For a couple of heartbeats, she pretended the animosity between them didn’t exist, that he truly did like her, wanted her to be safe.

But her thoughts, her worries, slowly returned, dissipating her serenity. And she couldn’t turn her brain back off. Only he, with his rough touch and overwhelming passion, seemed to have the ability to do that.

She needed to know what her cyborg was thinking, what his plans were, how he would kill her and when he would do that. His lifespan and her mission to free him depended on the answers to those questions.

“I didn’t plead for death.” Would he kill her now? They had fucked. Fiercely.

She gazed up at Malice, at the cyborg she considered hers.

His eyes had returned to their normal brilliant blue. Her breath hitched. And what she saw in them astounded her. There was passion and need in those depths.

For her. Again.

“I haven’t yet indulged my every depraved processing, Medic.” His voice was a low growl. His cock hardened inside her, filling her.

Her eyes widened. “There’s more?”

She should have been fully satisfied. He’d fucked her to the point of oblivion, made her come more forcefully than she’d ever come, bringing her to fulfillment numerous mind-blasting times.

Yet her desire returned with full force, her pussy growing wet. Both her brain and her body were interested in finding out what he planned to do with her next, how he wanted to fuck her, use her.

“There’s much more.” Malice pulled back and slammed back into her, driving her against the door with the savagery of his advance.

He withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust, taking her with an exhilarating wildness, ravishing her until she was senseless, at peace once more with the universe and with him, her warrior, her mission, her sole remaining reason for living.

The male showed no signs of exhaustion, had an impressively fast recovery time and an excitingly rough touch. His need for fucking, for her, seemed endless.

Illona hid her smile against Malice’s chest.

There were advantages to fucking a cyborg.

Chapter Four

Malice bred with his enemy again and again, using her form without moderation, uncaring of her well-being, of her wishes. He filled her with his essence until that wetness dripped down her inner thighs.

She smelled of him, of his nanocybotics. He breathed deeply. That pleased him. And he left marks on her skin, marking her as his. He took her relentlessly, not allowing her to rest, to escape him.

And still he wanted her.

Malice gripped her hips and pounded into her, taking her from behind, driving deep and hard. He’d moved her to the sleeping support. It squeaked as he thrust, that noise adding to their breeding sounds. Illona panted, swayed back into his thrusts, meeting him halfway.

The blasted female lacked logic. She embraced the damage he inflicted upon her.

That had earned his begrudged admiration. She might be cruel and dishonorable, but she was strong, was a worthy opponent.

Sweat coated the medic’s brown skin, making her glow. Her form was tiny, yet she fit him as though she’d been manufactured for him, was snug and hot and wet around his shaft. He had never felt as much bliss as he did now, breeding with her, being inside his foe.

When he first took her, he told himself that unparalleled pleasure was due to him finally reprimanding her. He was punishing her for her cruelty to him, to his brethren, over the planet rotations.

But his harshness had aroused her. She had found release with him. Numerous times. She had begged for more, for his cock, for the pain.

Her enjoyment hadn’t stopped him.

Because his need for her outweighed his desire for vengeance.

That angered him. She had