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  “Can you tell me what you want to do?”

  “You’re not behaving as a bot.” He frowned. “I’m willing to do anything to protect you, even live with you if you understand we can’t get attached to each other, but for it to be a successful partnership you need to go along with the plan we have set forth.”

  “Plan? You mean act as if I’m a bot so it’s easier for you to pretend I’m not real?”

  He frowned at her. “It is to remind you as well that this is a partnership and not a relationship.”

  “You’re not treating me as if I’m a bot—in my defense.”

  His lips curved and amusement lit his blue eyes. “How would you know?”

  Double shit! I have to watch what I say or he’s going to figure out I watched him do them. “You never damaged them.”

  “I have no intention of harming you in any way.” He approached her instead of having her come to him. “I couldn’t stand to watch you hit, so use logic.”

  “You won’t hurt me?”

  “I won’t hurt you,” he confirmed softly. “Put your hands together in front of you, wrists together as if you were going to pray to your God.”

  Hesitation was instant but then she did as he demanded. She lifted her arms and entwined her fingers together, locking her palms at face level. Ice started to wrap the soft material around her wrists, securing them together firmly but not tight enough to cut off circulation to her hands. She had to admit to feeling strong curiosity but no longer any fear. He tied it off and then stepped back, tugging on her to follow him. She was leashed by the long trailing end that he held in his hand.

  He led her to the cleansing unit and stepped inside, leading her into the small space with him. She wondered what they were doing in there unless he had a sudden urge to get clean but he didn’t activate the wall to start the foam. Instead he maneuvered until her back pressed against the wall with her facing him. He reached up and she lifted her chin to watch as he threw the ropelike belt over a hook near the ceiling. He had to lean against her and go up on tiptoe to reach it to make that toss but he did it. Her heart pounded, having no clue what he’d do or what he had planned.

  He lowered to stand in front of her and held the belt with one raised hand. Their gazes locked and she suddenly gasped as he lowered that arm, his biceps straining as he used his strength to pull down on it while it lifted her body from the floor. His other hand slipped around her waist, taking most of her weight off her wrists.

  “What”

  “Quiet,” he ordered in a rough voice. “Reach up and grab the bar above you.”

  She dangled inches from the floor, her arms above her head, the belt being used as a pulley system from the hook above. She bit her lip, staring at him, and then gasped as he lowered his arm more, wrapping the belt around his wrist, twist after twist, inching her higher from the floor.

  Megan had guessed that cyborgs were strong but he literally held all of her weight with his left arm and the one around her waist. She suddenly knew how a puppet felt as he pulled her higher. He didn’t stop until her breasts were level with his mouth. He stared at them and then leaned in, his mouth closing over one. She fumbled for the bar, her fingers frantically grabbed hold, clenching it.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  Ice’s mouth wasn’t gentle. It was hot, wet, and he sucked on her nipple hard. The sensation that rippled through her brought sheer pleasure. His arm slid away from her waist and his now-free hand gripped her thigh, caressing upward until his thumb pressed against her pussy.

  He shifted his hand and then his fingers cupped her mound, holding her there firmly as his teeth nipped her in a shocking jolt of something akin to pain but it didn’t exactly hurt. It was erotic as hell and her body responded full force. She realized how wet she’d grown when his fingers slid between her sex lips and he played with the slippery moisture that came from her. He groaned against her breast and released it, going for the other one.

  “Ice,” she moaned.

  He didn’t respond verbally but two of his fingers suddenly drove up inside her pussy as his mouth sucked harder on her nipple. Pleasure seared through her and the cool wall behind her made her even more aware of how much warmth his skin radiated where it pressed against her stomach as he leaned in more, finger-fucking her harder and faster. His mouth played hell on her nipple.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Ice suddenly froze, his fingers slowly withdrew from her pussy and his mouth left her breast. Megan opened her eyes to stare into his gorgeous ones below her since he’d lifted her above his head. He lowered her slightly and she let her gaze follow his to his erect cock until he had her dangling hip to hip with him. They stared at each other.

  “I can do anything to you. Does that turn you on? You’re so damn wet.”

  She cleared her throat. “Yes,” she admitted honestly. “You’re so damn strong too and that really makes me hotter.”

  “I admit that your delicateness makes me hurt with need. You’re so unlike cyborg women. I really find you fascinating and no woman has ever made me long to possess her the way I do you.”

  His free arm slid between her thighs, lifting one of them up over his forearm, and his body moved closer so her knee bent against his rib cage. He adjusted his hips and pressed his cock right against her vaginal entrance, never looking away from her gaze once.

  “If there is sheer pleasure, you are it, Megan.” He slowly pressed forward, entering her.

  Megan closed her eyes in pure ecstasy as he stretched her, filled her with that hard, thick length of his cock. She forced them open though and stared back into his heated gaze. “You’re a dangerous man, Ice. You make me feel too much, since we’re being so honest.”

  He sank in deeper, lowering her weight just slightly as his leg brushed her other one aside to drape over his thigh. It spread her legs wider open to his hips and cock. He buried his cock totally inside her body. She could feel his full length sheathed inside her. The heavenly sensation had her moaning louder.

  “I’m going to fuck you, baby.” He paused, tilting his head just slightly. “And then I’m going to do the one thing I’ve wanted to most since I first touched you.”

  “What?” Her voice shook a little and she had no idea what he thought or wanted.

  “I’m going to come inside you and fill you with my mark. You’re my bot, Megan, and I’m going to keep you for a while.”

  “I can live with that.” She lifted her chin. “Will you kiss me?”

  “I’m going to do everything to you.” He lowered his mouth, taking possession of hers.

  Chapter Seven

  Cyborgs should have been banned on Earth just for the sinful way they could kiss. Megan moaned and tried to not bite Ice as he proceeded to fuck her hard and deep. She hung there helpless, pinned against the cold cleansing-unit wall, and could only feel pure ecstasy on so many levels that it overwhelmed her.

  Hanging by her arms made her more aware of so many things like how his body rubbed against hers with every upward drive of his hips hammering her and, being unable to move, she could just feel. He tore his mouth from hers and went for her throat. His teeth raked the side of her neck and then bit down. He didn’t bite her hard enough to hurt but it sent shock waves throughout her system with the firm, erotic grip he kept. He moaned with her as he slowed the pace and released her neck.

  “Wrap your legs around me.” He helped her, shifting her leg until she locked her ankles behind his spine. His beefy ass helped keep her heels from sliding down his body. His arm hooked under her ass as his other arm lifted her a few inches higher until they were perfectly aligned. He drove into her faster again but tilted her hips just enough that her clit rubbed against him.

  “Oh God, Ice,” she moaned, letting her face rest on his broad shoulder. She fought the urge to bite him back. She came hard, the climax tearing through her body, and her teeth sank into his skin. He jerked against her, his body tensing, and then a loud groan tore from his lips as he pre