Containing Malice (Rebel Cyborgs #1) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,9

with him blowing over the back on her neck. He didn’t say anything more, didn’t take any other action.

It was arousing…and terrifying. Sweat trickled down her spine.

She’d thought she wouldn’t be scared, thought she’d serenely accept her death. That had been bovine shit thinking. She was frightened out of her mind.

“Aren’t you going to beg for your life?” His lips brushed over her skin.

She quivered. “Would that make a difference?” She turned slowly.

He stood in front of her, excitingly close and thrillingly naked.

She tilted her head back, looked up, up, up. Stars. He was huge, tall, and broad-shouldered, his muscles defined, flexed, hard.

His jaw was clenched. His lips were set in a flat, grim line. His brilliant blue eyes glowed.

“No.” His right arm moved so quickly his form blurred. He wrapped his fingers around her neck. “It won’t make a difference.” Malice lifted her until her gaze was level with his, and her booted feet dangled above the floor. “Nothing you say will stop me from killing you.”

Her hands raised. She stopped that instinctual reaction, wouldn’t fight her death. There were other things she had to do before he ended her life.

He leaned closer to her. “Most humans offer some sort of resistance.” His nostrils flared and energy flashed in his eyes.

Most humans hadn’t her knowledge of his kind. If the cyborg wanted to kill her—and she believed he did—there was nothing she could do to stop that.

Her gaze flicked toward the monitoring equipment. The light on it wasn’t illuminated.

Malice looked at it also. “You won’t get any help from them either.” He tightened his grip on her. Darkness rimmed her vision. “Picton deactivated it before you entered.”

She assumed the guard would do that.

Not having any witnesses served her purposes also. She shrugged out of her jacket. It dropped with a thud to the tiles.

Malice’s hard cock twitched against her right thigh. “Offering me your body won’t stop your death.”

She wasn’t offering her body to him. Her goal had been to protect the contents of the jacket. Her death was certain to be…bloody.

But her form was his to do with as he wished. He was no longer her patient. Her jacket was on the floor. Her medic role had been shed.

And she doubted she could stop him even if she wanted to do that. The darkness closed in around her. She would have liked to have been conscious, alive, when they finally fucked, when he acted on the passion, the wanting, the need that had always flowed between them.

That wouldn’t be the situation. Her gaze locked with his. The pressure in her brain was unbearable. She felt as though her brain would explode. It—

“But it will delay it for a few moments.” He released her.

She fell for less than a heartbeat before he caught her, pinning her hips to the door. Her throat burned as she spluttered, drawing in huge mouthfuls of precious oxygen.

“I’ll use you hard, Medic.” He gripped the lapels of her flight suit and yanked. Fabric ripped. Cool air rushed over her heated skin. “I’ll indulge my every depraved processing.” He tore her garment to pieces, his ferocity stimulating her. “You’ll plead for death long before I’m done with you.”

Stars. The male could talk when he chose to do so. She trembled with desire. He was vowing to make her fantasies come true.

And she wanted that. Badly.

She pushed back her pain and lifted her head, meeting his gaze. “Fuck me up…if you can.” She flung that challenge at him. Her voice was hoarse. “I don’t think you have it in you.”

A rumble rolled up his chest, growing louder and louder. “You can’t process what I’m capable of doing, Medic.” He surged forward.

Their lips collided. His flesh was hard and unrelenting against hers. The back of her head smacked against the door. Pain exploded in her brain.

Her cyborg didn’t care about her well-being. He ravished her, grinding against her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She bubbled and fizzed. The metallic taste of blood meshed with his distinct flavor.

Her cyborg cupped one of her breasts with a big hand and squeezed. She gasped. That hurt was deliciously acute. He worked her curve with an arousing savagery, ruthlessly pinching, pulling on her nipple.

Stars. He would make her come with kissing and titty play alone.

She hooked her legs around his waist. Her wet pussy lips connected with his shaft, and they both hissed. That sound was muffled by their lips.

Warmth trickled from her nostrils. Her nose was bleeding.

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