Loving Deviant (Cyborg Seduction Book 9) (4 page)

She kicked out of her skirt tangled at her ankles and approached him. Embarrassment at being studied that closely flared, but she fought it down. The guy had the right to see what he was risking his ass for. It probably wouldn’t be easy to get her off the station, what with Darbis’s men searching it. She stopped in front of him and he cupped her jaw with his hand, making her look up at him.

“You’re shy. It wasn’t an act, you being coy in bed, was it?” His voice had deepened and turned husky.

She didn’t know what to say but she held his gaze.

“You said it’s been four years since you had sex. How many males have you tested in your bed?”

“Tested?”

“How many have entered your body?”

“Three.”

His eyebrows rose. “Three?”

She blushed more. “I know that sounds bad but the first guy didn’t count. I wanted to get rid of my virginity. Everyone knows when you’re a virgin because of the detailed, full-body scans at work, to make certain you aren’t stealing anything. The guards always snickered when I passed through, and joked about it. I kind of slept with the first guy I could, just to get rid of it. The second guy I liked, but he lied to me. I don’t date pilots, and he was one, but he said he worked food services.” She paused. “The third guy…I was engaged to him before my accident. I looked him up when I was freed but he’d married someone else. I guess he’d thought I’d died and had moved on.”

“You said the first one didn’t count, so who are you not telling me about?”

“That’s it. I just meant it wasn’t like real sex. It was just to get rid of my virginity.”

“Then why would that sound bad? I’m confused.”

She hesitated. “I know that sounds like a lot of men.”

Eyebrows arched. “Three?”

She nodded.

He stared deeply into her eyes. “I will be the only one who touches you. You’ll belong to me until I feel your debt has been paid, but I’ll treat you well. Do you agree to my terms?”

“Yes. Just get me off this station.
Please
.”

He let her go. “Stand on the bed.”

Venice turned and wondered why he wanted her up there, but figured it might be a test to see if she’d follow his orders. She lifted her leg, stepped on the bed, and stood still on the mattress. She turned to face him, surprised to find him right behind her.

He suddenly gripped her hips. “I have to figure a way to get you off this station. You can’t very well walk next to me as we leave.”

She finally understood. “You plan to carry me?”

“I don’t see any other choice. They will probably stop anyone your size walking through the station.” His arms opened. “Wrap around me.”

Her fingers gripped his shoulders and he grabbed her hips, lifted her right off her feet as if she didn’t weigh a thing, and jerked her against his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and stared into his eyes inches from her own.

“You’re small but not small enough.” He frowned. “Release me.”

She let him go and he had her stand on the bed again. He took a few steps back, studied her, and frowned. “I don’t suppose your limbs come off easily and reattach?”

“No!” The idea shocked her.

A faint grin curved his handsome mouth. “That would have been convenient. I had to ask. Give me a moment. I’ll think of something.”

“You could put me in a bag and carry me over your shoulder. They’ll think I’m merchandise.”

“That would be too suspicious if they are searching for you, and they might be checking anything large enough to contain a human.” His gaze traveled all over her, making her feel warm. Then he looked away to glance around the room.

He moved toward the fake window curtains that were part of the decoration, tore one of them off the wall, and turned. “I have an idea. This might not be comfortable for you, but it won’t last for long.”

“I can deal with it.” She shrugged. “It’s going to beat being forced into sexual slavery.”

He froze.

“I didn’t mean with
you
. I meant staying here and having to work in that brothel.”

“You’re lucky we dress as pirates, and their garb is very loose.”

“That’s definitely a bonus right now.”

He flashed a grin. “Stand up.”

She climbed to her feet, wondering what he’d do with the material. He stepped forward, holding the curtain in one hand, and then grabbed her around her waist, jerking her against his firm body. Their gazes locked.

“Put your arms beneath mine and grip my shoulders from behind.”

She did, curving her fingers around his warm skin. He had expansive shoulders, and her tight hold on him flattened her breasts against his muscled chest. Her heart accelerated and the blue of his eyes seemed to darken again while they watched each other.

“Wrap your legs around my waist. Hold on to me tight to support your own weight for a moment.”

She did, and it was like hugging a muscled tree. His arm slid from around her waist to hook under her ass, jerked her tight against his pelvis, and she realized his cock was hard, trapped between their bellies.

“Don’t move.”

She didn’t as he released her, used both arms to spread the curtain, and began to wrap it around their bodies. She quickly got what he was doing as he wound the material, forcing her legs to hug him even tighter. He tore each end of the curtain into short strips after he wrapped it around their bodies, and tied the strips together. His hands gripped her hips, he wiggled his body a little, and she slipped down him a few inches.

“Tuck your head against my chest.”

She did it, pressing her cheek against him. Her ear flattened, she could hear his firm, strong heartbeat. His arms wrapped around her back and he sighed.

“This will have to do. Don’t move.”

“I can’t. You have me wrapped too tight.”

“Good.” He held her as he bent, grabbed his shirt and head gear, and straightened. “It’s about to get worse. You can’t speak or move, do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

He put the shirt on and covered her body with it. He probably looked pretty paunchy with her over his front, but the loose clothing still didn’t seem to suffer from tightness. The shirt fell almost to his knees. When he put on the head drape, she lost sight of all light. It was dark and warm, hard to breathe, and her ankles protested being twisted a little, and wrapped so tightly against his body. It wasn’t outright painful though. It was just really awkward having her knees up by his ribs.

He took a deep breath—it made her hold hers—and he blew it out. “Hold very still. I’ll hurry, and we might make it off the station without suspicion. Whatever happens, hold on to my shoulders and don’t let go. Are you strong enough?”

“Yes,” she assured him. “I’m desperate and terrified of being caught. I can hang on for however long it takes.”

His arms wrapped around her in a brief hug. “It won’t be long. My ship isn’t docked too far from here.”

He opened the door and had to release her with one arm to do it. She realized that every step he took rubbed his thick, hard shaft against her spread pussy and stomach. He pulled her ass even tighter against his hips and held her weight with his arm. She bit her lip and understood that the real torture wasn’t going to be wrapped up like a mummy against the big cyborg. It was going to be not moaning as he picked up his pace, strode faster, and her pussy ground against his cock.

Hell
.
That’s what I’m in
. She bit her lip to prevent a moan from passing her lips, squeezed her eyes closed, and tried to concentrate on holding on to his shoulders.

“I have to let you go,” he rasped when he paused. “We’re leaving the automated brothel.” His arm released her and she tightened her hold on him. “Hang on, Venice.”

The sounds of the station were instant when the door slid open. Men’s voices, the drone of machines, and music filled the ear not pressed tight to Deviant’s chest. His heart rate increased, telling her he was either afraid or just under some strain from walking with her extra weight. He didn’t seem to have much trouble with the latter. He moved fast, his cock rubbing against her clit with every long step. She wondered if he was having the same issue she had.

Her clit throbbed and pleasure made her tense. She bit her lip, hugged him tighter, and didn’t dare try to lift her body higher up his to escape the thick mass of his dick. It was trapped between their bodies in the perfect spot, and every step bounced her a little, making her ride his cock as it slid over her clit. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Oh shit
, she frantically thought.
Don’t come. Don’t. Your life is in danger. Is it just me or is his dick harder? Shit! He’s harder…he just stumbled a little.

His body hit something. He paused and hissed out a curse above her. His breathing was harsher but she wasn’t sure if it was from carrying her or because he was suffering the same fate she was—sexual torment.

A hand suddenly gripped her ass, squeezed hard, and she was crushed between something solid, unforgiving, and his body. He took a deep breath, released her ass, and shoved away from the surface he’d pressed her against. She didn’t have to see it to know it was a wall. He walked again, moving faster.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Her clit throbbed, she grit her teeth, and pleasure tormented her. Her nails dug into his skin; she couldn’t help it. She frantically tried to resist but the slide of his cock against her ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves won out. She held her breath, but that only made it worse, and her climax tore through her.

She thought she might faint. Her body jerked a little against his and she prayed no one was looking at him when it happened. He uttered a soft curse but she heard it as he kept going. Blackness came at her and she forced a little air into her lungs to avoid passing out. Her clit was so sensitive, her vaginal muscles twitched, and she knew pure hell for real. She nearly lost her grip on his shoulders but managed to cling.

He jerked to a halt suddenly, swung to the left, and her back came up against something solid again. He was breathing heavy. Both of his hands grabbed her ass through layers of material and he ground his cock against her hard, thrusting his hips in short, jerky movements, and then groaned softly as his body shook. Warmth spread through his pants to her belly, and she knew he’d just come himself.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he rasped a few seconds later.

Her mouth opened but before she could speak, he jerked away from the wall, released her ass, and walked again. His cock softened though, easing her torment, since he wasn’t rigidly rubbing up against her swollen clit anymore.

Something bumped them jarringly, his body swayed a little, and someone loudly snarled a curse.

“Watch it,” Deviant growled back in a chilling voice.

“Damn drunk,” someone muttered. “You bumped into
me
, you mutated asshole.”

They walked a little farther before Deviant stopped yet again. He brushed a hand against her ass, removed something from a pocket lower down his leg, and she heard a door slide open. He took a few more steps.

“We’re clear but not safe yet. Hang on, Venice. You okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Sweat tickled between their bodies where their chests and bellies were smashed together. The sensation of rising quickly made her dizzy and she wondered if they’d entered some kind of lift. She had no idea where they were but the rising sensation ceased. Deviant was walking, doors swished open and closed, and he finally stopped.

Light showed through her closed eyelids when he stretched his arms upward, and she opened her eyes as fresh air hit her. He’d thrown off his head drape, and struggled out of the shirt next.

Venice sucked in heavy breaths and pulled away from his chest, her face felt nearly glued to it after their adventure. She blinked a few times to adjust to the bright lights.

“Welcome to your new home,” he sighed.

She stared at the living quarters. It wasn’t big, maybe fifteen by nine feet, with a bed in one corner and a cleansing unit in another. Books lined one shelf along an entire wall, the spines printed in some weird language she’d never seen before. She turned to stare at the cyborg who’d rescued her.

“I’m going to fuck you just as soon as I shower.” He frowned. “I’ve never come in my pants before. That’s classified information. Do you understand me? Don’t ever tell anyone that happened.”

She nodded, stunned.

He stepped over to his bunk—a long, narrow one—and reached up to a shelf high above it. She gasped when he grabbed a sharp-looking blade. He paused as she stared at him with fear, wondering what he planned to do with it.

“Don’t move.”

He cut the curtain that wrapped them together, the sharp metal slashing through it easily, but he skillfully avoided her skin. The second the pressure was off, her legs slid down his body. Her ass landed on a soft mattress when he backed away.

“Stay,” he ordered. “If you try to run, you won’t be thrilled with what you find out there.”

Her gaze left his and located the door. She stared back up at him.