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 Yes, Deidre bit out through gritted teeth.  Because you fear a hidden bomb in my programming.
And you wonder why I think the human should die.
He got tired of arguing with the female because cyborg or not, his sympathy only went so far.  It
won t be long before you are cleared for duty and your mind set free. But, in the meantime, I am
commander of this ship, which means you obey my fucking rules, and my rules state no killing of
humans unless I sanction it. Especially not the little one at his back. If anyone got to kill her for
getting under cyborg skin, it should be him, right after he figured out what it was about her that
disturbed his usually well-balanced equilibrium.
With a growled,  Watch your back, human, Deidre stalked off.
Riley stepped away as he turned to glare down at her.
 Thank you, she murmured.
 Don t. I can understand where she s coming from. If it weren t for orders, you probably
wouldn t be standing here.
He could tell his words startled her as her gaze flew upward to meet his.  You re not like her.
You wouldn t just kill me.
 I would and could. He had in the past.
 I don t believe you. She stepped closer, into his personal space, close enough that an invisible
current passed between them, rousing his cock. Why was he not surprised it disobeyed his order to
stand down?
 Why the fuck do you persist in thinking I m some nice guy? I m not.
 No, you re not, but you re not completely without a heart like you d make everyone believe.
She placed a small hand on his arms, which he d crossed over his chest. The simple touch burned
him.
 I am worse than you can imagine. I ve done things, bad things, and enjoyed it.
 Revenge is often like that.
How dare she seem understanding?  I d wipe your planet out if someone gave me a nuke.
 Would you really?
 In a second.
 That seems extreme.
 That s me. If the dead could speak, they d tell you to fear me.
She shook her head.  If you re trying to scare me off, it won t work. I don t fear you. I see a man
who is angry and hurt at the hand fate dealt him. I think you use violence and outrageous threats as a
way of dealing with it.
 What are you now, my fucking shrink?
 I m trying to be your friend.
 I don t need your friendship. What he needed was her naked using her mouth for things other
than talking.
 Actually, I think you do. I also think you need to let some of your anger go. What happened to you
was horrible. They had no right. No one has the right to take your freedom and choices away. But you
can t blame an entire race for the actions of a few.
 Why not?
 That would be like me saying all cyborgs are psychos.
 Haven t you read the news? We are, he said in a mocking tone.
 Stop it. Stop trying to make yourself out to be something worse than you are. I get it. You re
badass. I understand you want to punish someone. To make the pain go away. Well, so do I. I want to
kill that prick Dennison who used to slap me around for no reason other than he could. I want to punch
the guards who used to bring me food and spill it so they could laugh as I ate it from the dirty floor
because I was so damned hungry. It s normal to want revenge on those who hurt us. What s not
normal is refusing to acknowledge not everyone is like that.
 You have the names and faces of the people who wronged you. I don t.
 But you know I wasn t part of it.
 So you say.
 Do I look like someone who would hurt you?
Hadn t she already by making him question his reason for being? By upsetting his carefully
ordered world?  I don t trust you. Just like he didn t trust himself around her.
 Of course you don t because you don t know me. Give me a chance. Let me show you that not all
humans are bad. Their eyes locked. He didn t move away as she lifted herself on tiptoe, not high
enough to reach his lips, so she had to settle for brushing her mouth across his chin.
He shuddered. Tried to hold himself in check and not give in to her seductive allure. But he
couldn t help but recall the doctor s orders, orders he d decided to ignore, orders that plagued him,
orders, which as a cyborg, he felt compelled to obey. Or at least that was his excuse when, with a
groan, he caught her around the waist and lifted her so their lips could meet.
Once again all rational thought left his mind at their embrace, all but one. I need a bed. Or a
room. Somewhere private where he could treat the ailment causing him to malfunction.
How they made it to her quarters he couldn t have said. He must have carried her because she
clung to him and not once did their lips separate. They stumbled into the small space, the door sliding
shut behind them, enclosing them and hiding his shameful desire from the cyborgs aboard.
With deft hands, he stripped her jumpsuit from her, eager to touch the skin he d watched on
camera. He couldn t wait to explore the curves that taunted his every waking and sleeping moment.
She lay on her bed for him, her eyes half shut with passion, her lips swollen from his kiss, her skin
flushed a rosy pink. He stored the image in his databanks, a snapshot of what a woman who truly
desired him looked like. He d never seen anything more beautiful.
But he wasn t here to admire. He was here to fuck. And taste. And touch.
It took him but a moment to kick off his boots and shed his clothes, torturous seconds where she
watched him, burned him with her ardent gaze. Never before had he swelled so thick, felt so out of
control, so needy&
Pinning her hands over her head, asserting his control of a situation that seemed determined to
spiral out of his control, he fell upon her, his lips coasting the velvety smoothness of her skin. He
nibbled on erect nipples, taut buds, which, when tugged, caused her to emit wondrous moans. The
thigh he inserted between her legs pressed against her moist core, the heat and wetness of it causing
his erection to jerk in anticipation. Having never fucked a human before, and with no past recollection
of doing so, he couldn t believe the difference in texture from the droids he d previously used. There
was no comparison really. The real thing, the pliant flesh, the silky texture, the scent, all combined
into a heady mixture that made him forget about control. The only thing he knew, and wanted, was to
bury his cock.
Heaving himself over her, he kept her arms pinned over her head as he thrust into her. She gasped,
and her gaze widened.
For a moment, rationality peeked its head.  Did I hurt you?
 No. Just took me by surprise. You are a tad bit& large.
He was? He swelled at her words, and her breathing hitched.  You are small, he observed.
Tight. Perfect.
 Not too small, she replied, her lips curling into a sensual smile for him. Her legs wrapped
around his waist, drawing him deeper, and it was his turn to make a noise.
By all the nanos in his body, he d never experienced such erotic decadence as being buried balls
deep within her body. No. Wait. He spoke too soon. When he began to thrust, the strong suction of her
sex, gripping and stroking him as he pushed in and out, that was the height of decadence.
Nirvana, however, was when her body bucked under him, her channel pulsing in waves, her
climax drawing a cry amidst her panting breaths. With an incoherent sound of his own, Aramus joined
her, his cock pulsing in time to her flesh-clinging waves, and for a moment, he closed his eyes and
almost, almost recalled what it was to feel alive& and human.
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