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  She stared at his face. He frowned and his gaze lifted. “Activate your sex drive now.”

  “What?”

  He sighed. “You’re not ready for sex. Activate your sex drive so you are prepared for my cock.”

  Shock tore through her as his words sank in. She struggled, straining against his hands on her thighs and the belt that kept her arms together over her head, but all she did was twist helplessly. She glared at him, letting her anger override her fear.

  “I’m not a damn computer. I can’t get turned-on at a command, asshole. Is that how your women are? That’s just freaky.”

  He blinked a few times while he studied her. “I want you wet and ready for me.”

  “I want you to let me go, you gray bastard. I can’t just do that because you tell me to.”

  His hands jerked away from her, releasing her thighs, which she immediately locked together. He stood up in a fluid motion and stormed across the room. Dawn watched the big man slam a fist into the wall, taking loud, long deep breaths. He stood there with his back to her before he slowly turned to face her again. Rage was etched on his face.

  “I demand you prepare your body for me. I control the fate of the younger human you care for, so you will do as I say.”

  She moved on the bed, using her feet to push on the mattress and managed to sit up, her back to the headboard as she tugged uselessly on her bound wrists. The belt was tight on her skin, the weird, stretchy material it was made of dug into her wrists almost painfully. She just stared at the cyborg in shock. He honestly thought she could just flip a mental switch and want him. Were they like that? Sexual desire just something cyborgs could turn on and off in their brains? She swallowed.

  “I’m human. I can’t just want you because you tell me to. I don’t want you and I’m afraid. The only way I’m going to get wet is if I piss myself.”

  He growled low, a frustrated sound. He bent suddenly to grab his clothes up off the floor. She watched him get dressed in jerky motions. Relief hit her as he stormed out of the room a minute later, leaving her alone. Her heart rate slowed as her fear and anger eased away. She turned her attention to the belt that held her secured to his bed.

  “Fuck.” She tugged and even managed to bend and twist enough to use her teeth but she couldn’t get free of the damn thing.

  * * * * *

  It was dark in the room. The lights had just gone out and it had scared the shit out of her when blackness surrounded her. The cyborg’s room was too damn quiet. The reinforced walls kept out all sound. On Vonder Station, the sound of the engines running was always a constant, soothing hum. On the Star it was similar to being sealed in a tomb.

  She was curled in a ball on her side, cold, miserable, and scared. Had Iron gone to hurt Cathy? Would the girl pay because Dawn had fought off the man, prevented him from taking her by force? He scared her and she admitted that freely. He was big, alien-looking, and not all the way human. She knew cyborgs were mostly human because they got their DNA from human donors but that’s where the similarities ended. They were machines under their skin, even if they were flesh and blood ones.

  The door opened suddenly, light blinding her as the room flooded with it automatically, telling her that she wasn’t alone anymore. She blinked to adjust to the light and turned her head to stare over her shoulder to see what would happen in her living nightmare now. Iron stepped inside the door as it slid closed behind him. His blue gaze locked with hers.

  “I’m back.”

  “I see.” She didn’t move and kept rolled in a tight ball on his bed with her back to him. He could see her ass but she couldn’t help that since she was naked. “Did you hurt Cathy?”

  “No. I was doing research.”

  Why did that scare her? Dawn chewed on her lip, afraid to ask what the hell that meant. She rolled over, facing him, though still tightly balled, hiding her body from his gaze.

  He reached for his shirt, slowly removing it to show off his chest again. He stripped out of his pants. He had not put on his boots, had left the room barefoot, so it didn’t take him long to undress. Dawn refused to glance down his big body to see if he was turned-on again. She had a sinking feeling that the cyborg was going to take another run at her for sex.

  “I just watched a male stimulate his human female’s sexual responses.” He tilted his head, staring at her. “I learn quickly.”

  That totally didn’t bode well for her and she knew it as she stared at him. “Good for you.”

  “Good for us.” He turned away to walk toward a storage wall. “I know how to prepare you for my cock now.” He opened up part of the wall.

  “Son of a bitch,” she whispered, struggling to sit up. He was aroused, his cock thick, stiff, and protruding straight from his large frame as he turned to face her again. She glanced at that generous endowment and locked her thighs tightly together, feeling her heart rate climb to an accelerated pace.

  “Don’t do this. You’re a cyborg and obviously you have the ability to turn your needs on or off at a thought. Shut it down.”

  He walked over and dropped a few shirts on the end of the bed. “I can control my body but I have often suffered sexual urges. I own you now so I no longer have to deny myself a basic need.”

  A chime sounded. It made Dawn jump, not expecting it. The cyborg turned away from her, walking calmly and totally naked to his door. It opened up as he approached, the automatic sensors doing their job. Dawn gasped when she saw two more cyborgs standing there. Their gazes went directly to her and her naked body.

  “Fuck,” she cursed, jerking her knees up, trying to hide her exposed body to their view. Terror hit her as the two men stepped into the room. That son of a bitch was going to turn her into a ship whore to share with his buddies. “No!”

  Iron ignored her to step back. “Bring it in.”

  A third cyborg suddenly came into view, although he was hard to see behind the cot he carried. It was an entire framed unit with mattress and rails. There wasn’t much room to spare as the men all worked together to put it down flat between the cleansing room area and the end of the bed. Dawn huddled tighter, terrified, watching the three strange cyborgs send looks her way that told her they were interested in her.

  “Leave,” Iron ordered the men. “Thank you for your assistance.”

  One of the men hesitated when the other two turned away to leave. The dark-skinned cyborg with black hair and dark eyes remained. “A word, Iron?”

  Iron frowned but nodded. Iron crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly oblivious to his naked body or aroused state. He could have been fully dressed by the way he behaved as he waited for the other cyborg to talk.

  “I haven’t had a female in a very long time. Would you consider either selling her or renting her to me for use for a good price? If you sell her, I will give you use of her body for free for the first month as a bonus. I could make a good profit with her on the ship. Many males would pay a high price for her.”

  “No!” Dawn shouted. Her terrified look centered on Iron, who met her eyes with a bored expression. “Please don’t do this to me. I’m not a sex worker, damn it. I haven’t had sex in two years. I’ll make a deal with you.”

  Red eyebrows arched. “Aren’t you going to offer to fight me again to determine your fate?”

  Chapter Three

  Hatred for this jerk burned through her. He was being a sarcastic prick at the moment. He held her life in his hands now though. She bit back some choice names she wanted to toss at him. She had to take a deep breath to even speak around her anger and fear.

  “I won’t fight you again if you make him leave. Please don’t sell me or rent me out to other cyborgs.”

  He just stared at her, expressionless, as the seconds ticked away. She’d kicked him off the bed. Would this be the way he got back at her? She licked her lips, feeling really dry mouthed from her terror.

  “Please don’t do this to me. You know I’m afraid of you. I’m sorry if I pissed you off but put yourself