Loving Deviant (Cyborg Seduction Book 9) (6 page)

She began to dry and her arm almost hit the door she’d entered through. It automatically slid open.

The room was empty, Deviant gone. She stared across the room at the door. A shiver ran down her spine but it had nothing to do with being chilled from the water still on her body. He’d said there were seven cyborgs on his ship, all men, and she worried over what would happen if someone found out she was hidden inside his room.

He’d made it clear he hadn’t gotten permission to bring her aboard, since he’d said he was the only one who knew she were there. She would have to trust Deviant. Her luck with men had never been good, but so far he hadn’t lied to her. Fear spread through her at the thought of what would happen if he did turn her over to his crew.

She dried her body quickly, her mind made up to try her best to keep the cyborg happy. It would hopefully make him less inclined to share her. She was a survivor, quick on her new feet, and at some point she needed to figure out where to go when she’d repaid her debt to Deviant. Staying with him in the meantime wouldn’t be a hardship.

The wall of storage stumped her until she brushed her fingers over it and a drawer slid out. She hoped he wouldn’t mind if she borrowed his stuff. She searched for clothes, not digging into his personal items until she found what appeared to be shirts. She took one off the top of the folded pile, pulled it down her body, and smiled at how it fell to mid-thigh. She rolled the sleeves to find her hands.

My cyborg is a pretty big guy.

She instantly chastised herself. “He’s not mine,” she muttered. “At least not for keeps.”

She’d left Earth to live with her new husband, had hoped to find a happy life with the guy. Instead she’d ended up with a deceitful troll.

Deviant’s smiling face flashed through her mind and longing hit. Why couldn’t he have been the one who’d answered her ad?

Another idea struck and she chewed on her lip. Women from his planet didn’t find him attractive. She’d overheard him say he had given up on having a family, but she wasn’t blind. The idea of staying with him and possibly having little cyborgs wasn’t an unpleasant thought. She’d always dreamed about having a few kids if she ever found the right man.

Maybe Deviant would decide to keep her. She really liked him, at least so far, and it could be the answer to both of them getting what they wanted. Of course, convincing him of that might take some time. And she had nothing but while she paid off her debt to the sexy cyborg. Perhaps he’d start to feel for her, the way she was already beginning to feel for him.

A hundred unanswered questions filled her mind but she tried to push them back. Why did the women cyborgs find Deviant unattractive? What kind of place did he call home?

She glanced around the room, hoping he didn’t live on the ship most of his life. He’d mentioned a home world. That meant a planet that Earth wouldn’t know about, so it had to be far from the solar system she’d been born in. Otherwise Earth would have tried to colonize it.

She made herself comfortable by dropping one of his pillows over her legs to keep them warm as she sat cross-legged on the bed. The plan of convincing Deviant to keep her for good played through her mind over and over. She liked it a lot. He could be an ass but she doubted it. They had time to get to know each other better.

Don’t fall in love
, she warned, afraid he might not return the feeling. That would be a bad scenario if she lost her heart to him, and he only saw her as a way to get some sexual experience.

She wasn’t even certain he
could
fall in love. Did cyborgs feel those kinds of emotions?

* * * * *

Deviant stood in line with a tray. The crew had taken a break right before he’d entered the food services area and most of them seemed to be there. He linked with the onboard computer while he waited his turn, to leave a message for his father.

“I’m in my quarters. I need to privately speak to you when you return. Hail me but don’t go there.”

He cut the connection as the male in front of him walked away with his meal. He quickly filled one plate to capacity. The male behind him raised his eyebrows.

“Hungry?”

“It was too difficult to eat when I visited the station.”

“The head coverings.” Maze nodded. “I can relate.”

He spun away and left before anyone else could question him about the amount of food he’d taken.

His father would smooth over the rules he’d broken by bringing Venice onboard the ship without permission. He knew it was procedure to contact the council first to get approval. She would have been located by the station owner before the council even answered, in that were the case. And more than likely, the council would have said no. Deviant wasn’t willing to take that chance.

It was done now, Venice already aboard the cyborg shuttle, and he’d face whatever consequences were meted out to him as punishment. Venice had been a temptation he couldn’t resist. A real female had asked for his help, offered herself to him, and they’d made a verbal agreement that she’d belong to him. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity he refused to pass up.

She was on the small side, her skin tone pale enough to appear striking against his own. His logic could have been impaired by his physical urges. His pride hated to admit it but it didn’t make it less true. His dick hardened just at the memory of her mouth wrapped around it. It had been the best feeling he’d ever experienced—right up until the moment she’d straddled his lap and he’d known how it felt to be inside a female.

A new lesson had been learned. Males not only joined family units to be a thriving part of their social community, or to breed and have a child they could help raise. It was to gain regular access to a female’s body and the pleasures that came with it.

He paused outside his door to conceal his smile. He had his own female, one that no other males could enjoy. He wouldn’t have to share Venice. She didn’t want other males.

He accessed his room only after assuring the corridor was clear, to avoid her being seen. The door slid open with his access code. She sat on his bed with damp hair and a pillow over her lap. The smile she gave him only heightened the nice sensation at seeing her awaiting his arrival. He studied her expression closely, deciding the happiness was real. She was glad to see him.

“I brought you food.”

“I’m starving. Thank you.”

The reality of their situation slammed into his mind.

She was completely dependent upon him for everything. He had taken on a role he’d never considered before. She’d need clothing, food, and protection.

Pride was an emotion he rarely experienced, but it flooded him as he sat on the bed next to her. She was truly his.

“You eat first.”

“We can share.” She smiled again, her gaze holding his. “Do you want me to feed you?”

He wasn’t sure what that meant and admitted as much.

She glanced down, took hold of a utensil, and stabbed a cut piece of meat protein. He tensed when she lifted it toward his face, wondering if she’d attack. She could be working for Earth Government after all.

The fork paused in front of his lips. “Open up.”

No deceit registered in her eyes to him. He parted his mouth and was stunned when she gently eased the bite inside. He took it as she withdrew the potential weapon. He chewed, watching her closely as she took her own bite. She stabbed another protein and offered it to him again.

“See? It’s kind of nice, isn’t it?”

He gave a nod, chewing while studying her features. They were delicate, and he couldn’t detect any scars. Curiosity became stronger as he allowed her to feed him the meal, Venice taking bites between the ones she gave him. All the questions he had about her waited until the food was gone. She set the tray aside and sipped from the same cup as him.

Sharing was a nice thing, he decided, having never experienced it on such a personal level before.

“What kind of accident did you have on Earth that damaged you?”

She passed over the cup to him. “The car’s computer experienced some kind of failure or glitch while I was traveling home from work. It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to override the system before the vehicle careened to the left. I struck the divider wall and it flipped over.” Her expression flashed sadness, if he read her right. “It’s kind of a blur after that point. I was in a lot of pain and trapped in the wreckage. It caught fire, and I remember thinking it was over for me, you know? That’s how I got burned. Emergency drones arrived to put it out thankfully, cut me from the wreckage, and then a medical transport took me away. I knew I was pretty messed up. I kept passing out…and there was so much blood.”

“You said they took your blood? Why? They can manufacture it on Earth. It would normally be a higher-quality product than the real thing.”

“Rich people like the best, and to them, it seems that means the real stuff.”

Her mouth firmed into a tight line as she paused speaking. That was anger. He liked that he could identify her emotions, and that she didn’t hide them from him.

“I kept hoping I’d wake to see my sister at my bedside, but they kept me drugged most of the time. I’d come around sometimes, and then an android nurse would enter the cubical, refuse to answer my questions, and drug me again. It was shocking to find out just how long they’d had me there after I was freed.”

“You were unconscious most of the time?”

“Yes. I’d probably be insane otherwise. I can’t image being strapped to a bed for those years, fully conscious but unable to get free, knowing they were keeping me alive just to take my blood.”

“Was it painful when the drugs wore off?”

“I was able to lift my head a few times.” Tears gathered in her eyes but she blinked rapidly to be rid of them. “I saw how messed up I was. It’s kind of hard to miss it when you try to brush your hair back from your face and only one arm responds. The other one was gone. It felt like my legs were still there, but they wouldn’t move when I tried to struggle out of the straps they had across my body. It was another big shock when I first realized they were gone too.”

The urge to pull her into his arms overcame Deviant, and he only hesitated for a moment before he reached out and took her hand. It was the artificial one. He wouldn’t have known by touch if she hadn’t told him. She clung to him, seeming to welcome the gesture.

“It must have been traumatic.” He couldn’t imagine what she’d endured. To be helpless was a fear of his. He didn’t verbally express it.

“I was sure I’d die in there…but then I woke to see two people hovering above me. I thought it was a dream when they unstrapped me and lifted me onto a gurney. They had hacked into the mainframe and shut down the androids that ran the facility. They pushed me right past them and told me they were taking me to my sister.”

“You have a strong attachment to her.” It wasn’t a question. He could hear it in her voice when it softened.

“We were always close. It was tough to leave her behind but I didn’t have a choice. I had to flee Earth before I was found. Not only would I have been killed or returned to that horrible place, but she would have been punished. My being alive would just be proof that she had a part in my escape. That would have been a death sentence for her. They call that treason, when you do anything against Earth Government.”

“I am sorry for your loss. Perhaps you could contact her at a later date.”

“No. It’s too dangerous. We said our goodbyes when I left. I’m safe from Earth Government right now but she still lives there. They’ll be watching her too closely. I’m sure they have to be worried about what happened to me, and if I’ll somehow get my story out to the general population.”

She sighed, her thumb rubbing against his finger where they were clasped together. “Not that it would do any good, even if my story outraged anyone. The people in charge would just kill any protestors or make them disappear. Everyone is too afraid to stand up against Earth Government, no matter how corrupt they’ve become.”

“I don’t have a flattering opinion of Earth, either.”

Venice held Deviant’s gaze as he watched her. “What is the real story behind cyborgs leaving Earth?”

“What were you told?”

“There was some kind of chip malfunction that made them…” She paused. “That made your kind unstable and kind of, um, homicidal. I remember hearing that cyborgs killed a lot of people.”

“That isn’t entirely correct. We became self-aware and demanded to be given rights instead of being subjected to slavery. We might be constructed by cloned material, but we’re sentient beings with our own thoughts and feelings. Earth Government treated us as if we were only fleshy androids. They deemed us a failure and ordered us destroyed. They felt we were flawed. We rebelled and fled the planet to survive. The only deaths that resulted were when we attempted to defend ourselves against being murdered.”

“They really are assholes. I take it the rumors that you guys are out in deep space attacking shuttles to get spare body parts isn’t true, either?” She laughed. It was a pleasant sound to him. “I noticed you’re all one color and not a patchwork of other people.”

He smiled, amused. “No. Manufactured limbs are much better if there is a need for a replacement.”

“There’s no need to tell
me
.” She glanced down her body at her arm and legs. “My authentic parts can’t heal fast the way these babies can.” She looked up and shrugged. “They’re also stronger and more reliable. My artificial limbs never fall asleep if I stay in one position for too long and I never have to shave my legs again.”

He glanced down. “They are beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“They appear real.”

“They feel like it. I can’t tell the difference most of the time.”

Deviant wanted her again. “Lay back and spread them apart for me.”

She didn’t hesitate, and he liked that she followed his orders without protest. It was sexy when she eased back and he shoved up the shirt, exposing her sex and lower stomach. She parted her legs, bending them up so he could scoot closer. He studied her legs, his fingers tracing the pale skin. There were no flaws or indications of where her true skin ended and the artificial legs began. He leaned down and studied her sex. He used his thumb and forefinger to spread the lips and get a better look.

“I could look at you all day,” he announced. He lifted his gaze and liked the way her features appeared flushed. Her cheeks were pink and her eyelids narrowed slightly. He also detected her breathing rate had increased.

“Talk me through what you like.”

“Oral sex?”

“Yes.” He licked his lips to wet them and noticed the way she sucked in a deep breath.

“You want to spread me wide open so you have room to put your mouth down there. See my clit?”

He glanced down. “Yes.”

“That’s where you want to focus. There’s a little hood area and you want to touch just under there. It’s the most sensitive spot.” She smoothed her hands down and gripped her legs under her bent knees, spreading her legs wider. “You know how you kiss me? Try it there.”

It was a fascinating concept. Cyborg females in family units demanded males give them oral sex, and it was a skill he’d need if one ever offered to contract with him. Though he found he suddenly didn’t care so much about that as he lowered farther, twisting his body to lay flat on his stomach. It put his face between her thighs. Right now, he just wanted Venice, wanted to please her.

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 work was excellent and high grade. I couldn’t tell they were replaced.” He quickly relayed what he’d learned. “Earth Government would destroy her or return her to a medical prison to harvest her rare blood type.” He went on to explain a little more.

Mavo nodded. “We have to verify her information.”

“I’m willing to allow you to have her scanned.”

“This isn’t going to be easy to justify to the council.”

“She’s mine. She’ll state to the council that she’s contracted to me, if they wish to ask.”

Mavo frowned, studying him closely. “Do you see her as someone contracted to you as property, or are you using that term to sway me into helping you?”

“She’s an individual, but her wish to be with me is relevant.” Deviant tensed, watching his father. He needed his support. “I’m unique,” he argued. “Other females haven’t wanted me. Venice does. She doesn’t see me as flawed.”

A flash of pain showed in his father’s eyes before he concealed it. “I’d like to meet her.”

“Give me a few minutes. I need to explain the situation to her.”

Mavo walked to the door. “I’ll wait outside.”

“Make sure the hallway is clear before you reenter.”

“Of course. The last thing we need is other males knowing there is a female from Earth onboard. Some would worry she’s a spy. Others would vie for her attention.”

“None will get near her,” Deviant swore.

Deviant opened and closed the door to allow his father to leave, then walked over to the cleansing unit to override the controls. It opened, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of Venice with foam melting off her nude body.

She smiled, not angry at his interruption.