Containing Malice (Rebel Cyborgs #1) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,47

do this.” She spread her legs, giving him an unobstructed view of her wanting state.

Her cyborg’s brilliant blue gaze lowered. An exciting rumble originated from his chest.

“And I certainly shouldn’t do this.” She cupped her breasts, offering them to him. Her nipples were taut. Her teasing was deliberate.

She didn’t want more gentle fucks. Soft kisses and light caresses wouldn’t distract her from what she had done, from the horror around her, from their dark and uncertain future.

Pain was needed to stop her overactive brain from thinking about all that. Her big angry C Model could give her what she required. His dominance could smother her concerns.

If she pushed him to reveal his true nature, to set that part of himself free.

“My hands are too small. My grip is too meek.” She squeezed her curves. “I require a male with larger hands, with more strength to hold my breasts, to—”

“These breasts aren’t yours.” Her cyborg surged toward her, grabbed her waist, lifted her onto the edge of the sleeping support. “They are my breasts.” He claimed them with a breath-hitching intensity, covering her delicate skin with his rough palms. “And you don’t require a male.” He tightened his clasp on her curves and she moaned, savoring that sweet abuse. “You require me, only me.”

Stars. He made her hot. “I require only you.”

He moved forward, filling the space between her thighs. His shaft pressed against her wet pussy lips and they both shuddered, the contact decadent and right.

“If any other male touches you, I’ll kill him.” Her warrior reinforced his vow by capturing her lips, the impact of his kiss pushing her head backward.

She curved her fingers over his shoulders, holding on to her cyborg, and she granted him access to all of her. He thrust into her with his tongue, fucking her mouth. His nanocybotics fizzed and popped inside her. Her entire body tingled with anticipation, with wanting.

Her concerns about the past, present, future, evaporated. There was only him and the passion flaring between them. They were both alive, were together. That was enough in this moment.

He plucked at her nipples with his fingertips, twisting them, tormenting her sensitive flesh. Hurt meshed with the pleasure, causing it to be more vivid, more extreme. She murmured her approval into his mouth, rocked against him. He was long and thick and rigid, and she branded him with her pussy juices, with her scent.

She was his, as he repeatedly told her, but he was also hers. The big cyborg between her legs belonged to her. There was a connection between them, an unbreakable link forged from pain and bliss and something else she dared not name.

“Do you seek to tease me, female?” He glided his hands up her form, wrapped his fingers around her throat.

She gazed up at him. Her cyborg could snap her neck without much effort.

But he wouldn’t do that…because he owned her, and Malice would never destroy anything, anyone he had claimed. She knew that about her possessive warrior, trusted him not to end her lifespan.

“Teasing implies I won’t give you what you want.” Her voice was husky. “All of me is yours to take.” She gave herself to him freely. “I’m promising, not teasing.”

His eyes brightened, lit by the energy within him. “You’re a clever captive.” He moved his hands from her throat, buried his fingers in her hair. “I’ll take you up on that promise.”

He tugged on the strands. Pinpricks of hurt skittered over her scalp. Her chin lifted. Her pussy grew slick with wetness.

“You like it rough, Medic.” He dragged his teeth over her neck, and she trembled. “You were manufactured for a C Model.”

“I was manufactured for you.” She wanted him with everything she had. “Only you.”

“Only me.” He sucked on her skin. Hard. She’d be left with a bruise.

Her primitive warrior was marking her.

That turned her on. She hooked her legs around his waist, linked her ankles over his clenched ass. “Fill me with your big cock, Malice.” That was an open, unabashed plea. She was well past the point of shame, was consumed by her desire for him. “Claim your captive. Use me.”

“You are claimed.” He nipped her neck and she twitched, the pain delightful. “And you will soon process that.”

He drew back from her. His tip bumped against her pussy lips as he positioned himself at her entrance, preparing to take her, to own her, to give her the most extreme bliss she’d ever experienced.

Illona’s breath caught. Her form shimmied with expectation.

This was what