Loving Deviant (Cyborg Seduction Book 9) Read online

  Loving Deviant

  Cyborg Seduction - Book Nine

  By Laurann Dohner

  Loving Deviant

  by Laurann Dohner

  After barely surviving a horrific accident, then being held captive for years by Earth Government, Venice must escape the planet. She thinks she’s found the answer to her prayers when she contracts to be a deep-space bride—only to find herself facing an even bigger nightmare. Hiding from her con man “husband” aboard his space station, she comes across an intimidating cyborg…one who could just be her last hope.

  Deviant is humiliated when his father suggests he visit a pleasure center to make use of a sex bot. True, the defects he was born with have assured female cyborgs will never consider adding him to a family unit. But he still has his pride. The woman who enters the room, however, is incredibly lifelike, and she quickly has Deviant feeling things he’d never dreamed—right until the moment he finds out she’s human. Sort of…

  Venice needs Deviant’s help to get off the space station. Deviant is lonely, and in need of someone to teach him how to pleasure a female. They strike a bargain, one that has Venice giving up her freedom. But soon it’s her heart that’s at greater risk. It’s easy loving Deviant…even when others are determined to make it difficult.

  Dedication

  To the love of my life, MrLaurann. You make loving easy every single day of the year. I’d be lost without you.

  Cyborg Seduction Series

  Burning Up Flint

  Kissing Steel

  Melting Iron

  Touching Ice

  Steeling Coal

  Redeeming Zorus

  Taunting Krell

  Haunting Blackie

  Loving Deviant

  Loving Deviant

  Copyright © August 2016

  Editor: Kelli Collins

  Cover Art: Dar Albert

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-944526-30-6

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  Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter One

  Darbis Martin is a dead man if I get my hands on that lying, two-faced son of a bitch. Venice crept around the corner, straining to hear any sounds of booted feet. Her fake husband had his men searching for her on the space station, and sadly, they’d find her within a matter of hours. The place wasn’t big enough to conceal her for long.

  She reached the automated pleasure center and darted inside the door of the reception area. The sex bot inside was a tall thing, had a pretty face, and smiled. “How may I please you?”

  “I’m reporting for duty,” Venice lied, hiding her stolen weapon behind her skirt. “I’m going into the back and you are to delete any knowledge of my being here.”

  The pretty bot kept her smile in place. “Of course.”

  Venice figured it couldn’t be that simple but she lunged through the interior door, hoping the thing would actually erase the fact that it had seen her. She was in a world of trouble and her fake husband was the source of it. She should have listened to her sister.

  If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is.

  She hid behind a large replica bush inside a lounge area for clients of the automated brothel, and tried to think up a plan. First in order would be to get off the station before Darbis found her. Second would be to find a safe place to go after that. Earth wouldn’t be on her itinerary.

  It had all seemed so simple in the beginning, when Darbis Martin had charmed her during all their vid chats. He’d been funny, intelligent, and handsome. Too bad it hadn’t really been him talking to her. The ink on their false marriage decree had been dried and dated for over thirty days by the time she’d arrived at Colton Station to meet the real puppeteer.

  He had her over a barrel, too, completely trapped. That’s when he’d shown her what a devious bastard he truly was by luring her out into space to make her a slave laborer in his private brothel. He invited special visitors to the station he owned, and they wanted real women. Darbis figured she couldn’t put up a fight. She had nowhere to go and was stranded on the station.

  Her hands clenched around the knife in her hand. She wasn’t a whore—and wouldn’t become one, either. She’d been desperate enough to marry a stranger, willing to sleep with him, but being passed around to a bunch of men wasn’t going to happen. She’d done enough lying on her back, her body being used in another way after the accident that had trapped her in a bed for four years.

  Venice moved her legs faster, happy to have some again, and memories surfaced.

  She shivered, remembering the vehicle accident on Earth that had disfigured her by taking three of her four limbs and leaving her with no life to speak of. She’d been scarred, crippled, and hidden away in some medical center. She’d become a virtual prisoner, until her sister had found a hacker good enough to discover her location. They’d rescued her and taken her into the underground system.

  Darbis had fully taken advantage of her dire situation, and she wondered how many other women he’d sworn to love and cherish, only to force them into sexual slavery to make a profit.

  She lifted her chin, knowing she’d gone through too much to end up dying on a distant station, being abused.

  The doors to the lounge opened and fear gripped her as two men entered the room. They were both huge, their bodies draped in baggy clothing—but the fact that their faces were covered terrified her more.

  Pirates.

  She’d seen them walking around the station, the first sign that her new fake groom wasn’t a law-abiding citizen, since pirates were banned from all decent stations. Of course it hadn’t been shocking, considering he’d married her. She’d excused it by wanting to believe Darbis wasn’t biased against any living beings. It had even elevated her opinion of him—until they’d met face-to-face.

  “It will be fine,” the slightly shorter pirate urged in a soft voice. “They are sex bots, programmed not to keep records. That’s the positive thing about artificial beings.”

  The taller one shook his shrouded head. “I don’t wish to be here. This is humiliating, Father.”

  Venice held her breath and watched them through the thick leaves of the artificial plant. They didn’t seem to realize they weren’t alone, which was perfect for her. The father and son pirates were too distracted by their conversation.

  “I know this isn’t an ideal situation but you’ve passed your thirty-fifth year, son. Our females have never considered you for breeding or to join a family unit.” The shorter one gripped the slightly bigger, taller man’s arm. “You’ve never had the opportunity to have intercourse.”

  Whoa! A thirty-five-year-old virgin? Venice winced. She knew most pirates were mutated, had seen footage of their messed-up features on the news, but the son had to look pretty bad for mutant women to refuse to give it up to him. Her gaze darted over him from head to foot. He stood about six and a half feet, the pirate clothes obscuring the skin of his bi