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  She smelled good to him and he opened his mouth, hesitant in case he somehow hurt her. She looked so delicate there. He glanced up and discovered that she watched him.

  “You don’t have to do this.” Her breathing had increased.

  “I want to. Just tell me if I do it wrong.”

  He inched closer and allowed his tongue to test against her clit. She tensed and he licked again, learning the feel of the tender flesh. Deviant liked the way she softly moaned, urging him to continue to explore and test how she reacted. He remembered her comment about kissing so he pressed his lips around the nub of her sex and swirled his tongue across it. He liked the way she tasted.

  “Oh yeah,” she moaned, urging him on.

  He remembered how it felt when Venice had her mouth wrapped around him and became more aggressive, since it didn’t seem to hurt her. Her sounds of pleasure increased and she wiggled her hips, almost pulling away from his tongue. He shifted his hold on her and pinned her hips down.

  His dick throbbed at the sounds of her fractured gasps and moans. He sucked a little as he licked and he was amazed that the pink, fleshy bulb stiffened as he played with it. It was almost as if she hardened the way he did when he was aroused. He continued to suck and lick at her until she cried out loudly, and he could feel her twitch against his tongue as she climaxed. The nub he’d played with eventually softened.

  He pulled back a little and looked down. Her slit was soaked, the smell of her arousal stronger and even more appealing.

  Venice panted and she released her legs. “That was amazing. You’re good at it.”

  He rose and reached down, tearing open his pants. He freed his thick shaft and climbed up her. Venice didn’t object as he pinned her under him and gently entered her. Sheer pleasure gripped him as tightly as her wet, hot pussy did. It was the best feeling, to be inside her body.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  Venice stared at him, and he started to move in deep, slow thrusts. She moaned and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wished the shirt weren’t on her, wanting to feel her bare skin against his. He just wasn’t willing to withdraw from her body and strip them both. The urge to fuck her was too strong to be denied.

  He bent his legs, braced them, and pumped harder. The bed shook but no pain or fear showed in her features. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist in response.

  He moved faster and the pleasure increased. A beep sounded in the background but he ignored it, not caring about anything but finding his own release—which came with brutal force. He clenched his teeth to avoid making loud noises. The strong aftermath left him trembling when he stilled on top of Venice.

  Her hands stroked his back and her grip around his hips lessened. “I love feeling you inside me,” she admitted.

  Deviant realized she hadn’t climaxed with him, and he tensed. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” Her gaze wasn’t accusing or angry.

  “You felt too good and I was selfish.”

  She smiled. “You got me off first. That just amplified it when you were inside me. I have no complaints.”

  The beep sounded again and she turned her gaze toward the door. Someone was in the hallway, wanting admittance. Venice looked afraid, and Deviant lifted his head.

  “It will be my father. No one else visits me. I left him a message to contact me but not to come to my quarters.” He regretted having to pull out of her. He liked being buried inside her body, connected to her on such an intimate level. “Go use the cleansing unit. I’ve sweat on you. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come out.”

  She moved fast for a human. He hated the fear that drove her to reach the cleaning unit quickly. He shouldn’t have told her there were seven males onboard but her being safe had been his priority. He stood and closed his pants. He touched the pad to be certain it was his father.

  “Yes?”

  “Were you in the cleansing unit? I was about to override the lock to enter.”

  He opened the door and stared at his father. “Come in.”

  The elder cyborg stepped inside and Deviant sealed the doors just in case Venice didn’t wait for him to tell her it was safe. He turned, facing his grim-featured parent.

  “You were always advanced with your learning skills but I gave you twelve hours for a reason, Deviant. Why don’t you return to the station until the end of the current shift? Our females are harsh critics. Passable skills won’t do. Most of them enjoy timed, short intercourse but I’ve heard some like to test a male on endurance. You need to learn to hold your seed until they say you can release. The sex bots will help you learn that skill, but you need to spend more time with them to do that. You’re naturally born, without the same implants I have. It means you’re unable to control your body functions as well as I can.”

  The slight hum of the cleansing unit being turned on sounded. Mavo, his father, startled and glanced at it. “Is it malfunctioning?”

  “It’s in use.” Deviant held his father’s confused stare. “I need your help.”

  “You stole a sex bot?”

  “No.”

  Mavo glanced at the unit, then back at Deviant. “I don’t understand.”

  “She’s an Earther.”

  Deviant anticipated his father would be surprised, but he hadn’t expected the male to stumble back a step. “What?”

  “She’s being hunted. We made an deal. I am taking her with me and keeping her safe. In exchange, she has agreed to belong to me.”

  “Hunted by whom?”

  “The station owner. He contracted her to leave Earth to be his bride. She was hiding inside the brothel and approached me.”

  “You helped the wife escape from him? Onto our ship?” Mavo paled.

  “The marriage contract isn’t valid. He lured her into deep space with the illegal marriage contract to gain a forced sex worker.”

  “You helped a slave escape?”

  Deviant gave a slight nod. “I need your help smoothing things over. She is my property. I didn’t have time to contact the council to ask for permission and I doubt they would have given it. I know that was wrong, but I made the decision, regardless.”

  “They wouldn’t have permitted you to take her.” Mavo seemed to get his surprise under control and blew out a deep breath. “She agreed to be your property? We don’t own Earthers on Garden anymore.”

  “She’s agreed to be mine, with conditions. I don’t care what the council wants to call it but we have a verbal contract that she belongs to me.”

  “What are the conditions?”

  “No other males are permitted to touch her. I agreed.”

  His father blinked a few times. “Other males… You are allowed to touch her?”

  Deviant glanced at the bed. It was mussed from what they’d just done on it and one pillow had fallen on the floor. The other one had moved and white, feminine panties were in plain view. His father followed his stare then glanced back at him, watching him evaluate the scene.

  His dad jerked his head back, openly gazing at him with amusement.

  “I see. So I sent you to have sex with a sex bot and instead you brought back a real female. I don’t know if I should be impressed or outraged.”

  “She needed my help, and our exchange is a good one.”

  “I would say so.” Mavo stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Are you certain she’s not from Earth Government?”

  “She’s not.”

  “You took precautions?”

  “I’ve secured the room. She can’t leave or send signals. But I believe her. She’s been modified enough that Earth doesn’t consider her a human being anymore.”

  “She’s been turned into a cyborg?”

  “No. She’s been given three artificial limbs and some internal work.”

  Mavo frowned.

  “Both of her legs and one arm were damaged in an accident, so she has replacements, along with a few internal organs and bones. Her limbs appear very real. The