A low, gravelly noise filled her ears. Heat coursed through her at the primitive sound—replacing her embarrassment—making her sex flutter.
“But I—I don’t want to,” she exhaled.
The hatch zipped closed behind her, and the chance to change her mind was gone.
Her bag fell to the floor as Cypher threw her over his shoulder, sending her ass into the air. He slipped his hand up her skirt to palm her butt.
“Let’s see how much of a woman you really are then,” he muttered thickly. His fingers slid hard over her panties.
Vee sucked in a sharp breath and whimpered, hoping she hadn’t made another mistake.
14
All Cypher saw was red. Her red hair, her red dress, her heated flesh. Touching Vee between her legs, feeling her softness and the growing dampness between, made the metal plates within his body seize and jerk. And he saw more red.
Vee fucking wanted him.
He hated Nightheart and what the Cyborg had forced Cypher to do. He hated he had been so weak as to fall for Nightheart’s bait.
But it was too late now. Nightheart owned him, at least right now. Perhaps this was a good thing.Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.Especially if they were other Cyborgs.
I’ll get my revenge, one way or another.
Vee’s fingers gripped onto the back of his shirt as he took her to his room.
He’d thought about mating her for the first time in the bridge, where he’d pumped his cock to her image a half-dozen times, but he abandoned the idea, remembering she was unbroken.
Unbroken and over his chair would not be easy for her, not with how small she was compared to howbighe was.
He considered taking her to his medical lab and removing her hymen, to make the inevitable joining easier for the both of them, but threw out that idea as well. There was no way he’d make it through the procedure without dying from cardiac arrest.
Not while she’s in that little red dress.
So he took her to his bed, like a normal man would do.
Entering the room, her candy smell, mixed with his scent, flooded his systems. His mouth watered. Pressing his fingers into her once more, he flipped her over his shoulder and laid her down before him as she began to squirm.
Red hair fluttered out, and her dress caught around her waist. She was a fucking meal. Eyes wide, she pressed her legs together and tried to rise.
He pressed her shoulder to the bed to stop her. “Don’t,” he warned, not yet finished taking her in.
Cypher lifted his fingers to his nose and inhaled her scent.
Her arousal. His eyes closed in bliss.
There it is.
The smell of her he’d been trying hard to find these last few days. Her most private scent. The one his bear sought desperately. Cypher filled himself completely with her human musk, giving into it.
He shuddered. If she wanted a bear to break her, he was happy to oblige.
He let his fingers fall and stared down at her as she lay before him. Wide eyes gazed back, lips slack and parted. Pouty.
“There’s something you should know, human,” he rumbled.
“What?”
“Your contract still stands, but not with the EPED. With me,” he said.
