Loving Deviant (Cyborg Seduction Book 9) Read online

  He rubbed her hand with his fingers, gently exploring it. “I’d rather just have sex.” His cheeks darkened as she watched, embarrassment the obvious cause. “I’m really impatient to have this experience. I’ve spent a lot of years imagining it.”

  Indecision sparked in her mind, not sure how to go about getting what she needed from him. He might balk if she uttered the truth. He’d come to get laid, not to be burdened with someone who was in deep shit. But she desperately needed his help.

  Maybe he’ll agree if I show him what he could have.

  That thought left her feeling more nervous, but he was sexy, as desperate as her, and they were both in a position to offer the other something. She’d spent over a month mentally preparing to sleep with the stranger she had proxy-married. Different guy but you expected this. Just do it!

  She wasn’t willing to straddle and ride him. Her body wasn’t turned on enough, since fear was kind of a killer on her sex drive. The idea of him refusing what she wanted to propose was terrifying. Darbis’s men would drag her back to his office and her life would turn hellish as soon as he sold her to the first customer—and it wouldn’t be a blushing virgin. The customers would be pirates, or whatever other freaks could afford to pay for a breathing woman this far out in space.

  It was a strong motivator to get down and dirty with the cyborg.

  “Stretch out more and put your hands over your head.”

  He arched his eyebrows. “I don’t know much but I think that’s my line.”

  She nearly smiled, instantly more at ease, considering he had a sense of humor. It made her like him. “You wish to learn, correct? You’ve never done this before.” She kept her voice calm despite her hammering heart. It could turn ugly fast if he didn’t do what she wanted, and instead decided to pin her flat to do whatever he wanted. “You won’t last long the first time.”

  His cheeks darkened again but she wasn’t sure if it was a blush or if it was from anger. His tone clued her in though, and she relaxed.

  “I have stamina but you might be accurate. I’ve heard from my friends that it feels really good.”

  He shifted his body to lay flat and reached up. He used his palms to cushion the back of his head and continued to watch her. His intense gaze narrowed and his chest rose and fell a little faster as his breathing increased with excitement.

  “What next?”

  Oh boy, she inwardly muttered. She’d never touched a stranger before, but then, she’d never found herself off Earth and trying to avoid becoming a whore, either. The cyborg had admitted to his father that other women didn’t want him, but she found him attractive. He could protect her and get her off the station.

  She wet her lips and she hoped he didn’t notice that her hands trembled a little when she reached for his leather-like underwear. Her focus left his beautiful stare to study them.

  “They unfasten on the side.” He definitely breathed faster and his cock strained more against the material.

  She found the hidden clasps and released one side. His cock broke free, rose straight to point upward, and she tried to smother a gasp. It was thick, long, the color a shade darker than his skin. He’d also been circumcised. No hair covered his lower abdomen or the apex of his thighs. He was completely hairless in that region.

  Venice’s hands shook more as she unfastened the other side of his strange underwear and let it fall to the bed. She licked her lips again. This isn’t going to be easy. She studied his girth. It had been too many years since she’d had a lover but she hoped she hadn’t forgotten the basics.

  “Are you functioning properly?” His muscles tensed as he began to sit up.

  She shot her hand out to flatten it on his lower belly, the muscles rock hard under his hot skin. She gave a sharp nod. “I am appreciating the sight.” And trying not to freak the hell out because you’re huge.

  “You can skip that part.” He relaxed. “My ego is fine but thank you.”

  It should be. Most guys would whip that bad boy out at parties just to make other men feel penis envy. And they would.

  She schooled her thoughts and caressed his belly by trailing her hand lower.

  His cock twitched and he softly groaned. “That feels wonderful.”

  She hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.

  “Your hand is so soft and unlike my own.”

  That provided a mental image of him masturbating, which helped her libido flare to life. She’d bet her only pair of shoes that it would be a sexy sight to watch him touch himself. She traced his upper thigh with her fingertips and he shifted a little on the bed, spreading his legs farther apart.

  “I like this. I don’t need to be turned-on more. I’m ready to go.”

  She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and his body jerked. A deep rumbling sound came from his throat. She glanced up to see his eyes squeezed closed as he bit his lower lip for a second.

  “Fuck. I’m not going to last. I know it. I’m ready to come. Thank the stars you aren’t a real female. I’d be humiliated.”

  If only you knew. She wet her lips again, glad he wasn’t watching her, and leaned over him enough for her hair to spill across his hip. She didn’t give him time to realize what she was going to do as she opened her mouth wide, hoped her teeth fit around him, and thanked her lucky stars that he was so attractive she actually wanted to do the deed.

  Her tongue touched the crown of his cock where fluid glistened and surprise registered at the sweet taste. She licked him again as he moaned louder. It hid her gasp. He tasted kind of like maple syrup, an expensive Earth treat most people could only afford to buy for special-occasion breakfasts. He certainly wasn’t human, and she was really glad for it as more of the taste coated her tongue. She sealed her lips around him, swirled her tongue, and took him deeper.

  The bed moved and she lifted her gaze enough to see his hands grab at the bedding, fisting it, but he kept his hips locked down. She was grateful for that, or he’d likely choke her with the long length of his cock. Her hand gripped his shaft tighter, and she stroked him as she moved her mouth up and down, sucking and licking.

  “Fuck,” he rasped. “That’s…amazing. Don’t stop!”

  She moved faster, could feel how steely rigid his cock grew, and the only warning he gave was crying out as he started to come. More of the sweet taste filled her mouth. She swallowed it down and slowed her mouth as she milked him.

  His body shook, the bed with him, since he was so big. She finally eased off to lift her head. A sense of power hit her as she studied the sated, sexy cyborg. His eyes were closed as he panted. His hands still clawed the covers but he’d relaxed his death grip on them. A slow smile curved his generous mouth.

  “Thank you,” he rasped, and his eyes opened to stare at her. “You need to teach me how to please a woman orally, now that I know how wonderful it is to be the receiver of such enjoyment.”

  Temptation was there to strip out of her clothes and give him step-by-step instructions on how to make her scream his name. She presumed he’d be eager to learn, was smart enough to get it right, but he’d know she wasn’t artificial if she allowed it. He might be a virgin, but he was too clever not to pick up any clues if the experience would be as mind-blowing as she suspected.

  He sat up slowly as she released his cock, which was still mostly hard. He gave her a smile. It made him go from handsome to devastating. She took a seat next to him.

  “Remove your clothes, stretch out on your back, and spread your thighs apart.”

  He gave her direct orders, his voice full of authority, and a sex bot would do it instantly. She hesitated and his smile faded.

  “Are you having a problem with your audio sensors?”

  She cleared her throat and took a breath, backing up more. “I need you to remain calm.”

  His gaze jerked to the door and concern tensed his features. “Was an alarm triggered? Has someone entered this section?” He rose to his feet in one fluid motion and grabbed something from his dis
carded pants on the floor. He came up holding a weapon gripped in his hand.

  Shit! He thought they were being attacked. She remained seated. “Deviant? You can put down the weapon. Please? Don’t shoot me.”

  He paused at the door, cocked his head, and seemed to be listening. He finally spared her a glance. “How many intruders? Are they other customers? Hook into the mainframe and get me the information.”

  “Deviant? No one is out there.”

  He lowered the weapon and turned fully to face her, the sight of the still turned-on, naked cyborg something striking to see. He was ready to do battle. Most guys would at least grab their pants but he’d only gone for his weapon. The thing was some kind of an odd-looking gun she’d never seen before, small enough to fit completely inside his fist.

  “There’s no danger out there. Could you please put down the weapon?”

  “I won’t shoot you.” He actually moved his hand behind his ass cheek to hide it from her view. “There. Are you registering me as a nonthreat now?”

  She stared into his eyes and wondered if he’d change his mind about shooting her when she told him the truth. Half of her was tempted to lie, tell him she was experiencing technical difficulties, and then send in a real bot. Of course, that would leave her stranded on the station and screwed in a really bad way—by many customers.

  “I’m in serious trouble, Deviant. I need your help.”

  He stalked forward with grace, bent enough to drop the weapon on his discarded clothing, and straightened. His hand gripped his cock and a grin curved his mouth.

  “I’ve got exactly what you need.” He winked. “I’ve heard of this dialog foreplay, and I’m going to help you, beautiful.”

  She was too stunned that he’d gone from one extreme to another to even react when he released his cock and dropped to his knees before her. His hands gripped her thighs, shoved them apart, and his chest hit hers. She was pinned under him on the bed in the next breath, staring into the face inches from her own. He gripped her wrists to jerk them above her head.

  “I’ll pay for the clothing. I’m going to tear them off.”

  Her heart pounded and she lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, the only thing she could grip. Her skirt had risen up; her bare legs touched his hot skin, and she shivered a little because it was kind of sexy, even if she was too afraid to fully appreciate it. Her arms strained to get loose but she couldn’t break his one-handed hold, even with her improved left arm. He was stronger than the mechanics inside her.

  “Should I kiss your mouth first or tear off your clothes to explore your breasts? Which do females prefer?”

  “I’m a real person, Deviant. I’m not a sex bot.” She said it quickly, afraid he’d act before she had a chance to answer his question.

  “I like that.” He leaned closer, his nose brushing hers, and closed his eyes. “Open your mouth to me now.”

  He smelled of mint, something he’d obviously eaten. She opened her mouth to tell him this wasn’t part of some programmed dialog, a fantasy so clients could pretend she was real. She was being honest.

  His lips sealed over hers and his tongue swept inside her mouth before she got a single word out.

  For a virgin, the guy didn’t kiss like one. He mastered her mouth easily, coaxed her tongue to move with his. Her body responded to the passion he ignited with his hungry exploration. Her legs shifted higher to his waist, her calves squeezed against his muscular, firm ass, and he rubbed the hard length of his cock against her panties to massage her clit.

  She moaned, the sensation turning her on. It had been a really long time since anyone had touched her down there. Fire ignited inside her belly, burned from her sex upward, until it hazed over her ability to think. His strong hips rocked faster against the cradle of her thighs, firmly stroking his rigid cock against the thin material covering her pussy. She pressed back, seeking more contact.

  He rumbled, his chest vibrated, and he released her wrists to brace one arm on the bed while his free hand gripped her shirt from the side. The material tightened over her rib cage and only the sound of it tearing jerked her from her fervent stupor.

  Venice twisted her head away from his hungry mouth, broke the kiss, panting. Deviant’s hips didn’t pause their torturous stroking against her clit. His mouth focused on the column of her neck instead as his hot lips traced it with a few flicks of his tongue.

  “Stop,” she begged. “Wait.”

  His brush of kisses paused. “No. I’m going to fuck you until I can’t move. We have eleven hours and forty-two minutes. I’m keeping track.” He opened his mouth and nipped her shoulder. “But I like the coy act. It’s turning me on more.”

  A jolt of desire shot through her at the way he bit her again. It wasn’t painful, but instead made her wonder how it would feel on her nipples. They ached, along with the rest of her. She also knew if she didn’t stop this now that he would follow through with his plan. She wouldn’t mind…but it might piss him off more when he learned the truth. She needed his help too desperately to take that chance.

  He arched his back, his mouth trailed down her collarbone, and he put a little space between their bodies to give his hands room to reach up and grip the vee of her shirt. He tore it open, baring her breasts, and his scorching mouth instantly sucked a nipple inside.

  Venice cried out at the sheer pleasure. Things were moving super-fast, and damned if she didn’t want him. She did. Her clit throbbed painfully, her vaginal muscles clenched as she hovered on the brink of climax.

  Oh, screw it, she decided as her hands clutched at his hair. “Don’t stop,” she moaned. Her fingers dug into the silky strands, cupped the back of his head, and she hoped he wouldn’t move away as he sucked harder on her nipple. His teeth scraping the oversensitive bud became sweet torture.

  He rolled his hips, pushed his cock tighter against her clit, and rocked faster, with more force. The bed swayed from his strength and that did it for Venice. She shouted out as ecstasy seized her body. She was pretty sure she’d said his name but wasn’t one hundred percent certain since it was a huge blur of bliss.

  He tore his mouth away and hovered over her face, staring down at her with those electric-blue eyes. His features seemed darker than they had been before as he breathed heavily. Her gaze dropped to his lips, swollen from their kissing and what his mouth had done to her breast. It was a sexy sight, but she admitted to being biased after the shattering pleasure he’d just given her.

  His hips stilled as her body trembled from the aftermath, and he growled at her. “Tell me the truth. Is that the exact reaction of a living female? Did I do it right?”

  She was speechless.

  “Foreplay is an art, and I know I am supposed to engage in penetration once you’ve reach sexual release. Which feels better for them? Do I tear off your panties? Enter you this way, on your back, or flip you over onto your knees to take you from behind? Which position hits a female’s G-spot easier?”

  Her hands shook as she realized he wouldn’t believe the truth. He was certain she was a sex box sprouting programmed lines. In truth, the idea of him doing either of those things to her made Venice ache again. She’d bet he’d be good in any position—but she really needed off the station. Anything else they did together would only make him angrier when he finally realized she wasn’t a bot.

  But how do I show him?

  She lowered her hands between them, knew it would hurt, but used the synthetic fingernails of her left hand to claw her right palm. Tears filled her eyes when she painfully broke the skin.

  Confusion widened his eyes at the sight of Venice hurting herself, but she turned her bleeding skin enough for him to see.

  “I’m real, Deviant. I’m not a bot and this isn’t programming. That’s blood. Look. I am really in trouble—and I need your help.”

  He stared at her hand and his mouth fell open. Total shock paled his dark features, and those pretty eyes of his flew up to stare deeply into hers.

  In t
he next instant, he lifted off her with amazing speed, his weight gone, and she had a weapon pointed at her face from where he stood above her.

  She glanced between the weapon and his stiff cock, pointing her way too. She swallowed down some of her terror that he might kill her, remained perfectly still, and forced her focus up his muscled body to meet his angry gaze.

  “Please don’t kill me. I have a proposition for you. Hear me out.”

  Chapter Two

  “Who are you?” Deviant’s tone was rough, cold, and deadly.

  “Venice.” She blinked, but that was all that moved besides her chest as she breathed, ignoring the blood dripping from her hand into the valley between her breasts. “Could you pretty please stop pointing that thing at my face?” She flickered her gaze to his gun, back to his erect cock, and then to his face, deciding she should clarify. “The gun.”

  His hold tightened. “You have one minute to explain who you are and what your mission is here before I pull the trigger. Are you an Earth spy or a soldier sent here to locate us?”

  Terror gripped her. “I’m altered, three limbs and some of my internal organs.” She babbled but it didn’t matter as long as he didn’t kill her. “I’m as screwed as you are with Earth Government if they get their hands on me. I—”

  “Altered how?”

  She didn’t point out it was rude to cut her off while she was trying to explain, and that he was wasting precious seconds of the time she’d been given. “I was in a horrible accident. The damage was too severe for normal treatment, and Earth Government locked me inside a holding facility to die. There’s a law on Earth that if a certain percentage of you is damaged, it’s illegal to make the repairs. You’re considered nonhuman at that point. The only reason they didn’t kill me outright was because I have a rare blood type. They kept me locked up for four years while they used me to produce blood to sell. Scientists can make both artificial and cloned blood but…rich people like to buy the genuine thing.”