between her feet. His full attention locked on her pu**y.

She was breathing fast, a little afraid, and a lot embarrassed as the cyborg removed his remaining glove.

She wondered if he was going to hurt her. She’d gotten plenty of physical exams in her life by doctors but she tensed when she saw him slowly reach for her.

“Please,” she gasped.

The cyborg froze as he looked up at her. “Please what?”

“Don’t hurt me.” She nervously chewed her lower lip for a few seconds, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Women are very sensitive in that area and you could hurt me really easily, Flint.”

She saw his lips twitch, amusement flicked in his eyes. “I won’t hurt you.”

“This is amusing to you?” Anger overrode her embarrassment. “I’m in hell and you’re enjoying this?”

His smile died. “I am sorry you think this is hell.”

“I’m tied down na**d on your bed and you’re treating me like I’m some kind of specimen instead of a person with feelings and modesty. I’m frightened because I don’t know what you are going to do to me.

An hour ago I was just on my way home from a job and now my entire life is gone. You threatened me with punishment and I don’t even know what that entails. I…do you feel fear? I do. Do you feel compassion? Pity? Anything? How would you feel right now if you were in my position and someone you didn’t know was about to do God knows what to your penis?”

Flint stared at her. She saw something flicker in his eyes but she couldn’t identify what emotion it was because he was hard to read. Did cyborgs have emotions? She had thought so from observing the cyborgs ’ interaction on the shuttle. They’d had a sense of humor and they’d laughed. If Flint and his men could feel amusement they had to feel other things. She knew they could feel anger since she’d seen that in the control room when her shuttle had blown up. She stared back at Flint.

He took a deep breath. “I will not hurt you as long as you do what I say. I have no intention of causing you pain or harming you in any way. I promise you this. Don’t fight me.”

“Like I could.”

He stepped back. She saw him reach for the front of his shirt and stared in open-mouthed shock, unable to look away as he removed it. The man was as muscular as hell, not showing an ounce of fat. His arms and chest were thick and well-defined muscles ran down his stomach. He had designs tattooed in black over both shoulders that disappeared out of sight toward his back. They were thick markings and like nothing she’d ever seen before, like strange writing, but it was a language she didn’t know. The design started just under his collarbone and rose up over the top curve of his shoulders. The black markings looked beautiful on his gray-toned skin.

He eyed his markings and looked back at her. “I thought you might be curious about me.”

“What do your tattoos mean?”

He glanced at the markings again. His finger rose as he traced a wiggly pattern before his gaze returned to her. “We created our own written language. These represent my name and who I am.”

He tossed the shirt toward the floor before getting to his feet, reaching for the front of his pants and slowly opening them. Mira’s mouth started to drop open but when she realized it, she slammed it shut.

She knew she should look away but there was no way in hell she was going to when she was curious about his body and if he were willing to show her what was under his clothes, she was more than willing to look her fill.

She wondered if he was anatomically correct. When he lowered the front of his pants she let her legs drop as every inch of Flint was revealed. Her heels lowered against the bed as she slammed her thighs shut. She stared in fascination, and partly in fear, as the man stripped completely naked. As he turned sideways to step out of his pants, she got an even better view of cyborg Flint. Her heart pounded and the reason he wanted her na**d on his bed was hugely evident.

“Oh shit,” she whispered.

Flint turned to face her, his gaze meeting hers, and then looked down his body. She saw his head tilt slightly as his dark blue gaze rose to meet hers again.

“Spread your thighs