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  “I’ll make this up to you later.”

  She couldn’t talk. Flint was pounding into her body. The pleasure was almost painful. She stared up into his face with, fighting the urge to shut her eyes to feel the bliss of him but she wanted to watch Flint’s face. His eyes were closed and then she saw an almost agonized look on his face a second before his body tensed as his mouth opened. He jerked inside her with every spurt of semen that shot into her as he came.

  Flint’s beautiful eyes opened when he stopped moving his cock inside her. His expression was solemn. “I knew I wouldn’t last. I felt the need to claim you and I got too turned-on to hold out.”

  “It’s all right.”

  He chuckled. “I’ll make it up to you in our room.” He shifted his weight so he could balance on one arm. He eyed the restraints and then slowly grinned. His gaze lowered to hers. “Or I could make it up to you now.”

  “I’d like to go back to the room.”

  He smiled. “You can’t stop me though, can you?”

  She stared at him, unsure of what he would do. He smiled wider as he backed up so he knelt between her spread, tied-open thighs. His eyes lifted and she saw his sexy eyes narrow.

  “How many times can I make you come for me?”

  She was speechless. She didn’t know the answer. Flint chuckled as he reached for her, his fingers teasing her clit. He never looked away from her.

  “We’re going to find out.”

  Her heart pounded as Flint’s other hand reached up her body. His fingers cupped her breast. He squeezed hard enough to make her moan but he didn’t hurt her.

  “I never want you to forget who you belong to, Mira. I’m going to make you come over and over again. Sometimes I’ll fuck you between bouts of you screaming out my name.”

  “Flint,” she moaned.

  “That’s right. Tell me you belong to me.”

  He pinched her clit, teasing it by giving light tugs as the thumb and finger of his other hand repeated the same action to her nipple.

  She was turned-on again. “I’m yours, Flint. I belong to you.”

  “Don’t ever forget it, Mirasia Carver. Never run from me again. Swear it to me.”

  “I swear,” she moaned.

  Chapter Twelve

  Mira was damn nervous as she dressed in the shirt that bared her shoulders and put on pants. She paced, her gaze kept going to the door, knowing that at any moment Flint was would return. They’d reached Garden and Flint had gone to Control two hours before when they’d flown within range of the planet. He was due any time to collect her and take the Rally down to the surface.

  What would life be like on Garden? When she’d asked Flint, being his vague self, all he had told her was that it would be fine. She hated vague. She was bursting with questions. She was about to be transferred to a planet of cyborgs. She paced the room again and was startled when the doors slid open. Flint arched an eyebrow at her when he stepped inside, the doors sliding shut behind him.

  She realized that she missed his long hair. He looked handsome with the short cut but the longer hair had been really sexy. She supposed it was her fault that he’d cut it when he’d been angry with her. Mira bit her lip. “Why did you chop off your hair?”

  Flint studied her for long seconds before he answered. “You subconsciously played with it and after you left it was a reminder of you that I no longer wished to keep.” He paused. “You look frightened. It is just me.”

  “It’s not you I’m afraid of. What is going to happen on the surface?”

  “We’ll land and then I have a meeting to go to. We’ll go to my home right afterward. You are frightened for no reason. No one will harm you. You belong to me.”

  She was grateful that he hadn’t called her his property. She’d realized since the day he’d broken the deal to sell her that he had not called her property again. He just stated that she belonged to him. In her mind, belonging to him beat being called property. She nodded.

  The past four days had been wonderful between them. Flint had stayed in their room with her from the time he’d untied her from the cot until he’d left that morning to go to Control. He had even helped her pack up their belongings though she only owned a few articles of clothing. He leaned down to grab the bag. He almost looked amused.

  “The Rally waits for us. Let’s go.”

  She moved to him and gripped his hand. He froze, looking down at their hands. She frowned, staring up at him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  No emotion showed on his face or in his eyes. “It is inappropriate for you to touch me in public.”

  Hurt hit her. “Oh.” She released his hand. “I don’t want to embarrass you. Should I walk five feet behind you or something like a good slave?”

  His dark eyes narrowed. “Garden is not Earth. I would not be embarrassed by you touching me but public displays of physical relationships are not done. The fact that we’re physical will be apparent to anyone who sees my brand on you. A male doesn’t mark a female as I have you unless he values her greatly. I’d be…” He paused. “Dead if I wasn’t aware of you sexually and didn’t fully appreciate you in every sense. It isn’t appropriate to hold hands or kiss in public places here. That just isn’t done with cyborgs so touching me wouldn’t be proper conduct.”

  Some of her pain eased. “Oh. May I hold your hand while we’re still on the Star? It’s not like we’re walking down the center of town.”

  “It’s a city and some of the new crew has arrived already. You will see new faces as we board the Rally. The Star is set to go on a mission in twelve hours. The crew returning to Garden has replacements who reported to the Star over an hour ago.”

  She nodded. “So should I walk behind you? Beside you? In front of you? I don’t know what is expected of me.” She paused, trying not to sound flip. “What is proper slave etiquette?”

  “You may walk at my side and always stay close to me. When we enter the government building you should walk behind me. Never speak unless you are spoken to but no one should speak to you.”

  Her gut twisted just a little. “Why wouldn’t they talk to me?” She was afraid he’d say that she was comparable to a pet and that she wouldn’t even be worthy of someone talking to her since she was just property.

  “You belong to me. You are mine. Without consent first it would be rude for someone to address you.”

  She could live with that. She nodded. “Okay.”

  He moved suddenly, his large palm cupped her cheek, a smile curving his generous lips. “Don’t worry, Mira. In a short time we will be home and it will be more comfortable for you. You might be stared at when we are in public. While there are some humans on Garden, human females are a rarity and even then they are a lot older. You are also smaller than the humans I’ve seen here so you will draw attention. Just stay close to me and everything will be fine. I would never let anyone hurt you.”

  Mira’s hands brushed his chest. He was wearing his black outfit with the chest plating under the leather material. He looked sexy in his uniform but she hated not being able to touch his skin. She gave him a smile.

  “Thank you for comforting me.”

  “We must go.” Flint released her face, turning to palm the scanner so the doors slid open.

  Mira almost ran to keep up with Flint’s lengthy stride. The man had long damn legs. She touched him in the lift because they were alone. When the doors shut she reached over to grip his arm as the lift dropped.

  “I really hate this damn thing. Would it kill someone to slow the speed on it?”

  Chuckling, Flint grinned at her. When it stopped and the doors opened Mira released his arm. She walked quickly after him, following him into a large cargo area. She was shocked as she spotted a lot of strange cyborg men. She sensed eyes on her and met more than a few curious looks from the large cyborgs.

  “They are unloading their things and resupplying the ship,” Flint said softly as they walked to where the Rally was docked to the Star.