He returned his attention to her, his entire body strained with tension. Her pulse jumped.
“I don’t think you understand the price.” Gunner’s voice darkened her ear.
“Me?” she whispered.
“And more.”
Her brow furrowed.I don’t have anything else to give...However, she knew what she was asking for was worth more than just her body.
Elodie shifted under his gaze, uncertain. “More?”
He moved like a predator stalking inside a cage, waiting to pounce. Suddenly, Gunner gripped the bar, starling her.
He didn’t speak—didn’t elaborate—and she nodded in agreement. His hand joined the other and she hugged her arms to her chest tighter. His intensity was frightening.
She needed to do something before he broke the metal that twisted under his grip and gave them away.
Elodie placed her hands atop his and squeezed. The touch immediately eroded the power in his body and he visibly shuddered from the contact. She pressed her thighs together tight as his abs rippled with the aftershock and the huge tent over his groin became apparent.
More emptiness and anticipation filled her as she stared at it, imagining the feel of it pushing against her quim all over again, and his hands feeling up her body.
“Ely,” he ground out, jerking his hips in her direction, half on his knees now, fully facing her.
“Elodie.”
“What?”
She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “My name’s Elodie.”
“Elodie,” he repeated. “I like it. It’s mine now.”
His?Her body convulsed and her core throbbed.Am I his?She’d never been anybody’s before.Can I even survive belonging to a Cyborg? Survive him?Her body cried out in a way that wanted to writhe and moan and wailyes. Her mind and the emotions that went along with it thought differently.
An android moved by them and she dropped her hands, sliding away, watching it as it continued on down the rows and the remaining prisoners.
“Tonight,” Gunner said when it was gone.
She nodded.
“Remember. You chose this.”
I know.
***
HE STOOD SLOWLY ANDeveryone’s eyes locked on him. His body ached, his cock painfully erect, and with his energy levels half-depleted from healing, Gunner prowled about his cell leisurely, quietly.
The six androids that hung around the entrance, only moving through the brig once every hour, no longer belonged to the pirates. He spent the day lying in his own blood, cuddling up under his swollen human flesh, just so he had enough power to feed them with looping videos on repeat.
If he were smart, he’d lay low for another day, continue to recharge, but no amount of pain could erase Elodie’s taste in his mouth. It was embedded in his systems now. His body craved a return to the contact.
Even when the guards knocked out his teeth, even when his mouth filled with his own blood, it couldn’t erase her taste.
The anticipation was tangible.
His eyes slid to her as he moved toward the panel. Her face contorted with worry.
It’s been a lifetime...Gunner deleted the thought before it could finish.
