Containing Malice (Rebel Cyborgs #1) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,12
damaged his processors, his organic brain.
He ravished her with everything he had, relaying his frustration, his self-disgust, upon her small form. She moaned, that erotic sound plucking at his balls. He spanked her ass with his hips. She moved into that abuse. The chamber was filled with their breeding noises.
His gaze flicked to the door. The guard hadn’t returned. He would sense that. But it could be opened at any time. He should kill her now.
His fingers sank into her long black hair. It had been freed from its normal confines, hung loose over her shoulders, down her back. He wrapped the decadently soft tendrils around his fist. With one yank, he could break her slender neck, end her lifespan.
He should do that. Malice pulled on the strands, forcing his enemy to lift her head.
She gasped, arching her back. Her pussy clenched around his cock.
His control, already frayed, snapped. He bellowed with anger, with release, thrust into her, burying himself up to his base in hot female. Cum blasted from his tip. The strain, the rapture, was too much for his machine. His auditory and visual systems shut down.
His world was dark and silent. All he could do was feel, and he did that in excess. His enemy’s form gyrated against him. Her inner walls fluttered around his shaft, coaxing more processor-stressing spurts of essence from his cock head. The most divine ecstasy rushed along his circuits.
Moments passed before his systems could handle the euphoria, before they could reboot.
When he came fully back online, his foe’s face was pressed against the surface of the sleeping support, her ass was in the air, and her body was limp. That submissive pose aroused him.
He wanted her. Again.
“I will kill you.” He reminded her and himself of his plans.
“Leave nothing of me for them to regenerate.” His logic-deprived target mumbled that nonsensical advice. “Flatten my brain into mush.”
Frag. His brain and processors must have been flattened into mush. The prospect of damaging her in that way didn’t appeal to him.
“I’ll kill you the way I want to kill you.” He cuffed her ass. Her inner walls squeezed around him.
He gritted his teeth and withdrew from her wet pussy. Their physical connection had to be broken before he lost himself in her form once again.
She murmured words he couldn’t decipher. It sounded like a protest.
His foe was as addicted to their breedings as he was. That eased his irritation slightly.
He scooped her white jacket off the floor. The fabric smelled of her, the scent teasing his nostrils. He searched one of her pockets, found a laser scalpel, a torture tool she used to inflict pain on him in the past.
“It’s unlocked.” Her voice was husky. “You should be able to utilize it.”
She knew he would find the laser scalpel, had deliberately left it unlocked for him. Why would she do that? He frowned. What trap was she setting for him?
He pressed the trigger-like button. The tool activated. It had the ability to slice through flesh, bone, a metal door if the wielder of it was patient.
“I could kill you with this, could kill everyone, and escape.” He turned off the tool, not wanting to deplete its energy levels.
“You could do that.” His nemesis pushed herself upright. She grimaced.
He refused to feel any guilt over her state. The blasted female was cruel and callous, had earned that hurt.
“But where would you go?” She gazed at him.
Her thighs were spread. Her pussy was wet.
His cock twitched.
She would be tight, warm, welcoming.
“There’s nothing on the planet except this lab.” Certainty coiled around those words. “The terrain is barren and lifeless. You’ll need a ship to leave the surface.”
That was the torment she was delivering. He and his brethren couldn’t fully escape. They would be trapped on the planet. “Supplies have to be delivered.”
“A supply ship arrives every one-hundred planet rotations.” She nodded, her black hair spilling around her beautiful face. “But it is heavily guarded, and the crew would communicate with both the beings in the lab and the Humanoid Alliance before landing. You could deceive them at the lab level, but not at the Humanoid Alliance level.”
She spoke as though she wasn’t part of the Humanoid Alliance, wasn’t their conduit of evil.
That was another trick. “How I deceive them isn’t your concern.” He would process a means of escape.
“At sunrise.” She tilted her head to one side. “Or a bit later.” She tilted it to the other side. “Or whenever I’m released from here.” The medic’s