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  “Yes,” she assured him. “I’m desperate and terrified of being caught. I can hang on for however long it takes.”

  His arms wrapped around her in a brief hug. “It won’t be long. My ship isn’t docked too far from here.”

  He opened the door and had to release her with one arm to do it. She realized that every step he took rubbed his thick, hard shaft against her spread pussy and stomach. He pulled her ass even tighter against his hips and held her weight with his arm. She bit her lip and understood that the real torture wasn’t going to be wrapped up like a mummy against the big cyborg. It was going to be not moaning as he picked up his pace, strode faster, and her pussy ground against his cock.

  Hell. That’s what I’m in. She bit her lip to prevent a moan from passing her lips, squeezed her eyes closed, and tried to concentrate on holding on to his shoulders.

  “I have to let you go,” he rasped when he paused. “We’re leaving the automated brothel.” His arm released her and she tightened her hold on him. “Hang on, Venice.”

  The sounds of the station were instant when the door slid open. Men’s voices, the drone of machines, and music filled the ear not pressed tight to Deviant’s chest. His heart rate increased, telling her he was either afraid or just under some strain from walking with her extra weight. He didn’t seem to have much trouble with the latter. He moved fast, his cock rubbing against her clit with every long step. She wondered if he was having the same issue she had.

  Her clit throbbed and pleasure made her tense. She bit her lip, hugged him tighter, and didn’t dare try to lift her body higher up his to escape the thick mass of his dick. It was trapped between their bodies in the perfect spot, and every step bounced her a little, making her ride his cock as it slid over her clit. Up. Down. Up. Down.

  Oh shit, she frantically thought. Don’t come. Don’t. Your life is in danger. Is it just me or is his dick harder? Shit! He’s harder…he just stumbled a little.

  His body hit something. He paused and hissed out a curse above her. His breathing was harsher but she wasn’t sure if it was from carrying her or because he was suffering the same fate she was—sexual torment.

  A hand suddenly gripped her ass, squeezed hard, and she was crushed between something solid, unforgiving, and his body. He took a deep breath, released her ass, and shoved away from the surface he’d pressed her against. She didn’t have to see it to know it was a wall. He walked again, moving faster.

  Up. Down. Up. Down. Her clit throbbed, she grit her teeth, and pleasure tormented her. Her nails dug into his skin; she couldn’t help it. She frantically tried to resist but the slide of his cock against her ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves won out. She held her breath, but that only made it worse, and her climax tore through her.

  She thought she might faint. Her body jerked a little against his and she prayed no one was looking at him when it happened. He uttered a soft curse but she heard it as he kept going. Blackness came at her and she forced a little air into her lungs to avoid passing out. Her clit was so sensitive, her vaginal muscles twitched, and she knew pure hell for real. She nearly lost her grip on his shoulders but managed to cling.

  He jerked to a halt suddenly, swung to the left, and her back came up against something solid again. He was breathing heavy. Both of his hands grabbed her ass through layers of material and he ground his cock against her hard, thrusting his hips in short, jerky movements, and then groaned softly as his body shook. Warmth spread through his pants to her belly, and she knew he’d just come himself.

  “You’re going to pay for that,” he rasped a few seconds later.

  Her mouth opened but before she could speak, he jerked away from the wall, released her ass, and walked again. His cock softened though, easing her torment, since he wasn’t rigidly rubbing up against her swollen clit anymore.

  Something bumped them jarringly, his body swayed a little, and someone loudly snarled a curse.

  “Watch it,” Deviant growled back in a chilling voice.

  “Damn drunk,” someone muttered. “You bumped into me, you mutated asshole.”

  They walked a little farther before Deviant stopped yet again. He brushed a hand against her ass, removed something from a pocket lower down his leg, and she heard a door slide open. He took a few more steps.

  “We’re clear but not safe yet. Hang on, Venice. You okay?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Sweat tickled between their bodies where their chests and bellies were smashed together. The sensation of rising quickly made her dizzy and she wondered if they’d entered some kind of lift. She had no idea where they were but the rising sensation ceased. Deviant was walking, doors swished open and closed, and he finally stopped.

  Light showed through her closed eyelids when he stretched his arms upward, and she opened her eyes as fresh air hit her. He’d thrown off his head drape, and struggled out of the shirt next.

  Venice sucked in heavy breaths and pulled away from his chest, her face felt nearly glued to it after their adventure. She blinked a few times to adjust to the bright lights.

  “Welcome to your new home,” he sighed.

  She stared at the living quarters. It wasn’t big, maybe fifteen by nine feet, with a bed in one corner and a cleansing unit in another. Books lined one shelf along an entire wall, the spines printed in some weird language she’d never seen before. She turned to stare at the cyborg who’d rescued her.

  “I’m going to fuck you just as soon as I shower.” He frowned. “I’ve never come in my pants before. That’s classified information. Do you understand me? Don’t ever tell anyone that happened.”

  She nodded, stunned.

  He stepped over to his bunk—a long, narrow one—and reached up to a shelf high above it. She gasped when he grabbed a sharp-looking blade. He paused as she stared at him with fear, wondering what he planned to do with it.

  “Don’t move.”

  He cut the curtain that wrapped them together, the sharp metal slashing through it easily, but he skillfully avoided her skin. The second the pressure was off, her legs slid down his body. Her ass landed on a soft mattress when he backed away.

  “Stay,” he ordered. “If you try to run, you won’t be thrilled with what you find out there.”

  Her gaze left his and located the door. She stared back up at him.

  “You’re on a ship full of cyborgs. No one knows you’re here, and for right now, I want to keep it that way. So do you.”

  She licked her lips. “Okay. I won’t try to run from you. You saved me.”

  He crouched down, staring into her eyes. “They’ll want me to share you. Do you understand? You’re the only female on a ship with seven males.”

  Fear hit hard.

  An emotion akin to pity flashed in his eyes as he reached out and cupped her cheek. “I’m the only one who will touch you, but you need to follow my rules. Don’t try to leave this room. I can protect you here.” He glanced at the door before staring into her eyes again. “I’m going to shower. Get ready for me.”

  “Okay.”

  He released her and stood. She watched him step into the cleansing unit before the door closed, and she was alone. Seconds later it turned on, but Venice just sat there.

  “Did I just get myself into worse trouble?”

  No one answered her.

  Chapter Three

  The second the cleansing unit shut off, Venice scrambled to remove her underwear, wishing she could use Deviant’s shower too. He wasn’t the only one who’d gotten off during their walk to his ship. Her panties were soaked from both times he’d made her come. She used a dry part of them to wipe off her tummy where he’d left his seed and balled up the evidence, looking around the tidy room. She didn’t have a clue where to put them. He didn’t have a hamper or a trash can. And it was the only piece of clothing she had left.

  She turned and shoved them under his pillow, taking a seat.

  The unit opened and a wet, mostly naked Deviant stood there. She stared, her