Containing Malice (Rebel Cyborgs #1) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,48

she wanted, what she craved—a wild mind-numbingly erotic encounter with her savage cyborg.

He slammed into her, stuffing her with unrelenting cock. She shrieked, dug her fingernails into his shoulders, feeling him to her very center. They’d fucked numerous times, yet she would never become accustomed to this, to his invasion, his reshaping of her body.

“Fraggin’ hole.” His deep voice coiled around her, stroking her spine, her ass. “You are mine.”

He pulled back, slammed into her, pulled back, slammed into her, riding her fast and furiously, the same way he fought, the same way he did everything, holding nothing back.

All she could do was cling to him and enjoy the experience. She was human and his captive. He was a cyborg and in control, ravishing her at a head-spinning pace. The sleeping support rocked. Heat radiated over her chest, between her legs, in her pussy. She panted, struggling for breath.

He grunted yet showed no signs of strain. His brutish noises added to her titillation. She smacked her heels against his ass cheeks. He rewarded that treatment with a thrilling growl.

Mercy. He was a beast.

“More.” She raked her fingernails down his back.

He howled. His spine bowed. He paused for a heartbeat, then crashed into her with more vigor, the intensity of the joining testing her boundaries, nudging her closer to the edge of release.

She embraced the harshness of their fucking because, as he often told her, she was strong and she was his, was a match for a C Model cyborg, for him. Her hips hitched into each thrust. Sweat streamed between her breasts, wetting him, making his gray skin shine.

“Mine.” She licked one of his pecs, tasting her salt and his metallic flavor.

He shuddered. “Mine.” He drove into her. His cock head skimmed along her inner walls. His base smacked against her pussy lips.

Her arms and legs quivered. Her entire form throbbed with wanting. She took him as he took her, meeting him midway, advancing as he did. His label for her might currently be captive, but she was his equal. Her muscles strained. Her willpower became more and more frayed. She didn’t back down, didn’t capitulate.

“Mine.” His verbal claims became louder.

The sound bounced off the walls, hitting her from all angles. She was surrounded by him.

Communicating her own joy wasn’t possible. She couldn’t talk and fuck at the same time. That cyborg ability was beyond her capabilities. Instead, she licked him again, laving his skin with the flat of her tongue.

He jerked. Their bodies collided. Hard cyborg slapped against her clit.

“Mine.” She screamed. Pleasure bombarded her. It was exquisite and overwhelming, too much, too good. Oh fuck. She couldn’t hold back. Her inner walls closed around his shaft.

“Mine.” Malice tilted his head back and roared, thrusting deep, giving her all of him. Nanocybotic-infused cum shot from his tip, battered her intimate flesh.

The bliss escalated exponentially. She cried out, gripped his shoulders with her fingers and clenched his cock with her pussy, holding onto him, her unrelenting male.

He came again, setting off another wave of rapture. She squeezed his cock. The cycle repeated until she had coaxed every drop of cum from her warrior.

Their ecstasy rose and then slowly, slowly receded, leaving a glow in its wake, a warmth that reached her very soul. She reveled in it, floating, her mind devoid of everything else. All she knew was him, her, the connection between them.

“Frag.” Her cyborg folded his form around her, bundling her in smooth skin, hard muscle and even harder frame. She was engulfed in protective male. His arms were strapped around her. Her face was pressed against his heaving chest.

They stayed like that for many moments. He rested his chin on top of her head, held her tight. She relished the illusion of safety, of belonging, of caring.

The gunfire had stopped. As had the screaming.

There were only the sounds of his and her breaths, the triple beat of his heart under her left ear. It was peaceful, a bit too serene.

Was everyone else dead? Were they the only two beings left in the lab, on the planet?

Illona should remain silent, should savor this rare moment with her cyborg, but she had to know the answers to those questions. She tilted her head back. “Valor—”

Malice sighed against her skin. “The E Model is fully functional. The other beings in the structure can’t claim that same state.”

His friend must have killed all of the others. She lifted her eyebrows. “That’s impressive.”

Her possessive cyborg’s rumble conveyed his disapproval of her response,