fucked didn’t mean he would be different. He was still her captain and her enemy. Though killing him now seemed like it would be much easier and harder. Easier because he wanted her.
And harder for the same reason.
Alexa couldn’t imagine her life without him in it. She used to fantasize about it all the time. If she killed him, she knew she’d miss him.
The bathroom door slid open. Hysterian was gripping the side paneling of the doorway on the other side, his gaze dark, his face and body once again hidden behind a fresh uniform. The black bodysuit was gone. He looked unhappy. His eyes trailed down her body and back up. She held the towel tighter to her, incredibly aware of him and how handsome and fiendish he looked.
“It’s time for the truth.” He pushed off the wall.
Eighteen
Heaven.
The word streaked through his mind. That’s what it felt like being inside Alexa. It was heaven.
Which was a fucking problem since he was destined for hell.
He forced himself to calm.
He hoped she was telling him the truth but he knew that even if she was, there was a problem. He knew something was wrong. Trauma from the past? Abuse? The way she reacted to him now and again suggested it. Like she was waiting for him to hurt her, hit her. He was sick of it, and he hated secrets.
Even if they had nothing to do with him.
Alexa wasn’t allowed to have secrets anymore.
I took her fucking virginity.
Hysterian pushed off the door and stormed to his bed with its rumpled bedding. It was wetter than it should be. Wet from perspiration. He knew he ran hot—all Cyborgs did—because of the hardware and metal within him. It was why, even when he was in a cold environment, he never fully found relief from the poison in his veins.
He scanned the blankets.
The bedding wasn’t just merely wet, it was soaked. He turned the lights on and searched for what might have poisoned her—if he even had. He cursed, rubbed his jaw.
He’d been so careful. The suit was the same quality other Cyborgs shifted in. It molded to his frame, expanded and contracted, and kept his skin temperate. He had many uniforms in nanocloth, but nothing that fully sealed him off. He was lucky the textile shop on Libra had any extra cloth at all.
There wasn’t much time for him to help her, especially if she’d gotten some of his toxin on her skin.
If he’d been a normal fucking dart frog, a simple antidote would help, as it had for Raul. But he was a cybernetic war machine with intelligent toxins.
A little could kill many…if he configured his toxins to change in potency. Luckily, that didn’t happen unless he concentrated. If he’d poisoned Alexa, it would be the same thing he’d given Raul.
It was the last toxin he had his systems create.
‘I shouldn’t want a monster like you.’ He recalled her tears, the way her voice slipped when she had said it. The way she’d hit him, and he let her because he knew deep down, she’d needed to hit him. He’d thought she was struggling with unfounded guilt about what was between them…
He saw a spot of blood on the bedding, and his jaw tensed. Yanking down the suit from his head, he grabbed the blanket, brought it up to his mouth, and licked the blood. No poison. There was nothing but salt and sweat, and Alexa’s arousal.
The taste bloomed.
She tasted better than she smelled. So sweet it was wrong. No man or Cyborg would be able to resist it. He’d never tasted something so delicious. He’d told her the truth when he had his face between her thighs—he’d kill everyone on Libra just for one fucking lick of her.
It never occurred to him that Alexa could be a virgin. He wasn’t worthy to be the ground she walked upon, or the air she breathed. He’d never wanted anything to do with virgins, but now that he had been given the honor—Hysterian rubbed his mouth—his fantasies shifted.
I tried to be gentle…
He was a fucking monster, no doubt about that.
Hysterian licked the bedding once more, needing another taste of her. He wanted to remember it, even after tonight. He wanted the memory front and center in his hard drives so he could enjoy them whenever he wanted. His hand wrapped around his cock.
She didn’t want gentle. He palmed himself, hating the covering gripping him, listening to Alexa move in his bathroom.
Even her blood smells