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Chapter Six

The reality of Megan’s situation stunned, horrified, and kept her mute while she

stared at Ice. The cyborg council wanted her dead, she had been deemed a threat to his

people, and Ice had been given orders to kill her.

“Blackie lied to me about setting me free.”

“He did. It was his version of kindness to lure you into a sense of false security that

your life had been spared so I could say goodbye to you without your tears or pleading

for your life.”

“What an asshole. I mean, I guess for him it would be considered almost sweet but I

don’t appreciate it.” She had to fight to think through the panic.

“Agreed. If it were up to me I would prefer to believe you and drop you off with

the bots on Hixton Station just the way we originally planned but it is not in my

authority to give you that. The safety of my people is at stake and the risk is too great to

allow you to go free.”

“I don’t want to die,” she whispered.

“I can’t kill you.” He paused. “Blackie will most likely come here since I’m unable

to do it. You will not die at my hands.”

She stared at him, fighting tears, and managed to hold them at bay. “Is that

supposed to comfort me?”


“It doesn’t.”

“I apologize. I can only stall for time before he comes to make certain the council’s

orders were followed.”

“May I talk to this council? Maybe I can change their minds.”

“The decision has been made and nothing you could say would affect them. We

have to follow orders or my ship will be in violation of the council.” He sighed. “We

would both die then.”

Her brain struggled to take it all in but underneath the panic, she wondered at Ice’s

inability to kill her. She had to know. “So why can’t you kill me yourself? Why not just

shoot me or something? You’re strong enough to kill me in a hundred ways I can think

up with your bare hands alone.”

He hesitated. “You fascinate me and I find myself feeling strangely protective of

you. I am unable to carry out their order. They will be very displeased with me.”

“Thanks.” She wondered if he could pick up on sarcasm. When he frowned at her,

she assumed that he could. “If this is how cyborgs are—they can just order women to be


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murdered—I can see why Earth Government wanted them dead. Apparently most of

you are heartless bastards.”

He nodded. “We were made this way by them.”

“Don’t your leaders know the difference between right and wrong? Doesn’t this

council have any compassion? Doesn’t it bother them just a tiny bit to kill an unarmed


“I do not know. I can only speak for myself, Megan.”

“But you’re going to allow someone on this ship to kill me?”

“I have no choice but I won’t allow anyone to cause you pain when they follow the


“Don’t you see something seriously wrong with that?”


“Then don’t do it. Just drop me off with the bots.”

“I have to follow orders even if I do not agree with them. They are the Cyborg

Council and it is my duty to do as they demand even if I find it highly distasteful. I

really don’t want you to die, Megan. I am attempting to think of a solution where you

can be freed but I am coming up with nothing so far.”

She watched him while he stared back at her. In a lot of ways he was similar to the

bots if he was compelled to follow orders and would be destroyed if he wouldn’t do as

he was told—if he’d told her the truth about them killing him if he disobeyed a direct

order. The programmer inside her understood the complexities of machines and how

they kept within their guidelines. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat.

“What are your orders exactly?”

“To kill you.”


“An exact time wasn’t specified but it’s implied that the order be followed quickly.

It is our way. Cyborgs aren’t known for procrastinating. The council deemed it too

dangerous to allow you the opportunity to contact Earth Government.”

It might be something she could work with, a flaw in their programming, as it were.

She hesitated. “What if I were to stay on this ship?”

His eyebrows arched. “And what would be the point of that? You can’t stay in my

quarters indefinitely.”

She hesitated. “Why not? I can’t contact anyone if I’m locked in your room, correct?

That’s logical. If I’m no threat then there’s no reason to kill me.”

He said nothing.

Her gaze drifted around the small room. It would be cramped with the two of them

sharing it. Her gaze landed and held on the handsome cyborg in front of her. She’d had

plenty of fantasies about him and figured she could find lots of ways to keep amused if

she were living with Ice. Life could be worse and he sure beat death.


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She got to her feet. “You visited Folion five times in the past three months that I’m

aware of.”

He frowned. “What does this have to do with stating your plan to stay on the ship

to avoid the council’s sentencing?”

Would he go for it? She’d never been an overly forward type of woman. As a matter

of fact, she enjoyed it when men pursued her, until she’d seen Ice. He’d had her tossing

her old-fashioned thinking but she wanted him, had for a long time, and he could keep

her alive if he’d agree to allow her to stay in his room.

“You like sex and you seemed to enjoy it with me the few times we’ve been


He said nothing but his eyes narrowed.

“If you allow me to share your room with you then you get sex any time you want

it.” She paused. “I know your quarters are small but we could have a hell of a lot of fun

sharing your bed.”

His reaction was swift and unexpected. He growled low in his throat. “No. I will

think of something else.”

“No?” Megan gaped at him, stunned. “Did you hear what I said? Free sex, as much

of it as you can handle, and all you have to do is allow me stay here so you don’t have

to kill me. You said you didn’t want that to happen to me so here’s a loophole for us


“No,” he repeated. “If this is your plan, it is not a good one. I will think of another

plan to save your life.” He paused. “I will not allow them to kill you if I can help it.”

She admitted it really stung that he’d said no as pain burned a little inside her chest.

The guy she’d gone to great lengths to have sex with, the cyborg she’d spent months

having sexual fantasies about, had just rejected her outright over the concept of having

a longer relationship with her.

“The sex is good between us, Ice.” It is for me anyway, she thought, hoping he could

say the same. If it hadn’t been, he was a world-class actor because it had sure sounded

as though he enjoyed being inside her . “Why don’t you want me now?”

He backed up more and leaned against the wall next to the door. “It was one thing

to spend a short period of time with you but you’re asking for a lot more than that. I

prefer bots to real females. As much as I would wish to spare your life, it wouldn’t work

between us. I’ll come up with another way to protect you.”

Her eyebrow arched in disbelief. “I thought you only visited Folion to use them

because they weren’t a risk to telling anyone you existed.”

“Bots do as they are told, there is no emotional connection, and they don’t expect

things from me. Humans and cyborgs are not a good match.”

“Why not?” Curiosity had her asking. She’d seen him have sex plenty of times, had

sex with him, and he didn’t do anything a human guy didn’t. He’d never damaged a

bot and hadn’t done her any harm. She wasn’t about to mention any of that to him but


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maybe he didn’t know those things. “You are bigger than me but you’re not going to

break me unless you’ve really been restraining yourself every time you’ve touched me

or a bot.”

“How would you know if I’d ever damaged a bot?”

“I told you that I’m the programmer, and though I rarely do hardware repairs, I

read the reports. You’ve never so much as scratched one of them.”

She hoped that was a good enough answer because she sure wasn’t admitting her

voyeurism concerning his sex life on Folion. He’d get pissed off over that violation.

“My concern is not damaging you.” He pushed away from the wall. “You don’t

understand my dilemma.” His expression showed emotion…anguish.

“Tell me what you have against having sex with me.”

A frown marred his lips. “We discovered a ship of ours that had been thought lost

forever and with it, a large group of cyborgs who had survived.”

“Okay. And that means what exactly?”

He took a deep breath. “My coloring is unique.”

She stared at him. “I can see that. You have those beautiful eyes and your hair is

just gorgeous. I’ve never seen someone with streaks like yours without them putting

them there. I assume it’s natural to you?”

He nodded. “I’ll make this simple so you can understand.”

Megan arched her eyebrow at him. “Okay. You know I’m a programmer though

and not a nitwit, right?”

“I am not questioning your intelligence, Megan. Cyborg laws are complicated.

When we escaped Earth, we stole ships to flee to safety and one of them contained the

majority of our females. Their ship was lost. When we settled on our new home world

the council’s first priority became instilling laws that made sure that the much larger

population of males had equal opportunity to the limited supply of females.”

“You make it sound as though women are objects.”

He frowned at her. “Their number-one objective became setting up family units and

making sure we had a future as we began to build Cyborg City. That meant that our

females had to form family units with multiple males. Every cyborg was given the

responsibility of having a child each to make certain our race continued to thrive and

grow. Two children were preferable but having at least one per adult is mandatory.”

Children? Megan gulped. She didn’t want any of those. Her life wasn’t stable

enough, she had never stayed in one place for long, and it wouldn’t be right to drag a

child around in her nomad way of life. She knew from firsthand experience how

messed up they could be. Her father had been a traveling salesman, home had been a

space shuttle, and she’d grown up really lonely.

People didn’t stay, everyone left her, and she’d learned to never get too attached to

people after having her heart broken time and time again when she’d allowed herself to

care for someone. Her mother had abandoned both her husband and her child and her


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father had ditched her the day she’d been old enough to fend for herself since he

considered her a nuisance. She’d sworn off any future that involved marriage or kids.

Ice continued. “Most male cyborgs were created sterile but we found a way around

that with drugs that reverse the process temporarily but it isn’t effective for all males.

With that factor added into the numbers, breeding pacts with a dozen males in each one

was implemented.”

“What is a breeding pact?”

“Will you let me finish without interrupting?”

“Sorry. Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath, blowing out air. “It meant that if a male wasn’t able to

impregnate the female in his family unit to have that one mandated child, he could call

upon one of the other males in his breeding pact who had viable sperm to donate it.”

He paused. “Before you ask, artificial insemination proved highly ineffective so the

males actually have intercourse with the female to get her pregnant. It is less stressful

on her that way and more enjoyable.”

Megan had no words, too shocked to speak. Ice didn’t have that problem. He

watched her closely though, his eyes narrowed.

“I avoided joining a family unit because I need to be in control of my own life as

much as possible. Cyborg females tend to be very aggressive because of their value—

they are aware of it. They are…” He paused. “Assertive with males.”

She understood. “They rule the roost.”

“I don’t understand that wording.”

“They tell you what to do and you have to do it.”

His features tightened into a grimace. “Yes. If a male joins a family unit and he

doesn’t make that female happy, she can file charges with the council and have that

male deemed unsuitable. No other female will touch a male with that on his record. I

probably would have been dismissed from all breeding pacts which tempted me

because I found it difficult to donate so many times but I didn’t want all my options to

be forever closed in case I ever did want to form a family unit sometime in the distant


“You had to go to bed with a lot of women?” She wondered how many cyborg

women he’d slept with but didn’t ask.

“I’m considered a rarity with my hair, eye color, and strength. I was called upon

many times by males in my pact to donate when their females requested my DNA.”

That’s a big yes, she thought. Not that she could blame cyborg women for wanting

Ice in their beds. If someone wanted kids, he’d make some damn cute babies.

“I bet that was tough, having to sleep with a lot of women.” She held back her

snort. He was male after all and what guy would complain about having to nail a lot of

women? “Poor you.”


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He crossed the distance between them in seconds, grabbed her and jerked her to her

feet while anger clearly twisted his features as he glared down at her.

“It wasn’t the sex I minded but do you know how many times those donations

took? Twenty-eight times the results were successful.” He took a ragged breath.

“Twenty-eight viable children who were born healthy, mostly male, and I am not

permitted to see them, talk to them, or ever be a part of their lives.” He took another

harsh breath. “I told myself the same thing all males do when called upon. It is just a

donation and I did my duty for the good of our future, but then…”

He went silent, shoving Megan onto her ass on the bed, and spun away. He put

distance between them, running his fingers through his hair. He stood there.

Megan regretted her words. “Then what?” She spoke softly since she’d seen pain in

his beautiful eyes before he’d turned away from her. “Talk to me, Ice.”

When he spoke, his voice softened, nearly a whisper. “I was off duty for a week on

Garden, my home world, and I needed to do some shopping. I saw a woman I

recognized in the store. I had been bred to her a year before and in her arms she

held…my son.” He turned to stare at Megan, his eyes suspiciously wet looking before

he blinked rapidly to dissipate the tears. “I’m certain of my assessment of him being my

son since he shared my rare coloring and he smiled at me.”

Her heart wrenched for the raw pain she couldn’t miss in Ice’s features.

“He is my son, my blood, and yet I am not permitted to speak to him, to touch him,

or to claim him in any way. Twenty-eight children are on Garden and they are mine but

I have no rights to them. Can you imagine in your human mind how that feels or how

difficult it would be to have that reality slam into you? It did me. It wasn’t just sperm

donations anymore for duty. Pieces of my soul were being given to couples and I would

never know my own offspring.”

She pushed off the bed, stood, and inched toward him. “I’m so sorry.” Tears filled

her eyes. She hated to see him hurting that badly, to see how deeply it affected him.

He looked away, his gaze going to the floor. “That ship with most of our women

was recovered recently. They’d bred mostly female children while they were lost and

they were recently returned to Garden. The council took the new numbers into account

and changed the laws. Now their first priority since women aren’t such a shortage is to

watch the DNA matching of the children born so that our males aren’t overused in

breeding. They removed all males who have had over twenty successful donations from

breeding pacts so future generations don’t face a higher percentage of unsuitable

breeding choices with DNA conflicts from the male donors used for their conceptions.”

“So they can’t make you have more children.”

He spun away, his back to her again, and suddenly punched the wall hard. It

stunned Megan as she watched him shake his fist a little and then it fell to dangle at his

side. He’d left a mark on the bulkhead wall from his fist and a small sound drew her

attention to the floor. Drops of red blood started to stain it.

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She reached for his arm, moving closer, but when her fingers touched his wrist he

jerked away, putting distance between them again. He stopped by the door, keeping his

back to her and just bled on the floor.

“I was called upon by a breeding-pact member when we first arrived at Garden on

our last trip there a few weeks ago. The council decided to change the law two days

after the mandatory donation.” He snarled the words and then spun back around. “Do

you know what I read in the same order that stated you were to die?” He glared at her.

“They gave me notification that my donation was successful. Another child will be

born, mine, and they changed the law two days too late to prevent me from creating yet

another life I will have no right to know. Why couldn’t they have done that when we

first arrived with those women and children? Why did the damn council wait those


“I’m so sorry, Ice.” She hurt for him, hated to see him suffering, and realized how

much that had to mess with his mind.

“I’m finally free from ever being called upon to breed by force but they activated

my sperm for that last donation.” He continued to glare at her. “Every time I touch you

I am risking a pregnancy with you, Megan. I knew I could pull out of you for a few

days but I can’t do that long term. I could only locate one medicondom aboard this

shuttle and I used it that first time with you. I have no access to more until we can visit

an Earth-based station for supplies. Cyborg pre-cum isn’t effective so the risk is in my

not removing myself from inside your body before I release active sperm. That is

difficult to do for me because the pleasure is too great between us at times and I nearly

lost my control. I could impregnate you while my sperm is still active for the next two



He cut her off. “It could happen and I’m not willing to take those chances. They

have ordered your death and I can’t see a way of saving you long term. I refuse to lose

another child to the damn council and their orders. They won’t care if you’re pregnant

when they kill you because my DNA is considered overused so there’s no value in any

child I might produce.” His voice turned so harsh, he snarled his words. “They

informed me that because of how successful the forced breeding was, I am no longer

mandated to produce a child of my own. I have lost too much of my soul already and I

am getting too attached to you. I just can’t take the pain I could possibly face and will

have to endure because I’ve run the odds in my mind. That’s the truth, Megan. It’s

better to lose you now than suffer a greater loss of both of you.”

Something inside Megan broke for him, pretty sure it was her heart. All doubts

about his ability to feel were gone. She walked to him and ignored how his body

stiffened at her approach. She reached out and took his injured hand, still fisted at his

side, her fingers curling around it.

“You can’t get me pregnant. I come from a messed up childhood so I didn’t want to

ever have kids. I got implanted with birth control before I ever started having sex.

Unless it’s removed there’s no risk involved.”


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Megan hoped that would comfort him but instead he shook his head. “I can’t do

this even though that’s half the problem solved. I attacked another cyborg today,

protecting you. He is going to have to report me to the council for my actions and it

made me realize how attached I have gotten to you.” The hand she gripped moved and

his fingers curled with hers, holding onto her. “I’m finally free to be my own man for

the first time in my life. First they controlled me when we were under Earth

Government’s command and then the council forced me to give more of myself than I

wanted to. You threaten all of that.”


Their gazes locked together. His thumb rubbed the side of her pinky. “I finally have

control of my life, my body, and you’re asking something of me that I’m not willing to


He was a control freak. She’d realized that right off the bat with Ice. It wasn’t just a

preference of his, it had become his way of protecting himself against more pain. She

could understand that after having everyone in her own life let her down. It had really

messed her up when her parents had abandoned her one at a time. Ice didn’t want to

allow himself to feel too much and then lose her. Again, something she could


She released his hand and took a few steps back, never looking away from him.

“You preferred the bots because you couldn’t get attached to them.”

He sighed. “Yes.”

“And you don’t want to get more emotionally involved with me.” It stung but she

knew he did it to guard his heart.

“Yes. I don’t want you to die either.”

He was torn. Megan was falling in love with the cyborg even more for having

emotions she could relate to and understand. He happened to be more perfect for her

than she’d ever guessed or hoped because he had flaws and emotional damage just the

way she did. She no longer had any doubt about that whatsoever as she studied his

beautiful silvery-blue eyes and the haunted look in them that he tried to hide from her.

“You won’t get attached to a bot and I don’t want to die.” She backed up more,

straightened her shoulders, and masked her features. “I’ll be your bot. How may I serve


Ice’s features showed his shock as it sunk in what she said and what it meant. His

mouth parted and then he frowned. “Megan…”

“I don’t want to die. You don’t want to get attached.” She lifted her chin. “It’s the

perfect way for both of us to live. How may I serve you?”

“You’re not a bot.”

“I could be one. If anyone knows them, it’s me. I program the damn things. This

solves both of our problems. I get to stay with you and you get all the sex you want

without the risk of getting to know me.”


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They watched each other for long moments. Ice turned away, used the cleansing

unit to wash his injured hand, and then dried it. When he turned, all emotions were

hidden on his features and his gaze grew chilly.

“Bots follow orders without argument or question. That is how I need my females

to be.”

She hesitated, knowing she’d offered to do this. “I can do that.” It wouldn’t be easy,

she wasn’t real good at following orders to the letter, but this was sex they were talking

about. She had a submissive streak in the bedroom. “I really can do this, Ice.”

His beautiful blue gaze ran down her body quickly and then jerked back up. “A test


“A test of what?”

“A test to see if you can follow orders. If you can act as though you are a bot and

swear to not get emotional, I will allow you to stay in my room.”

“And you won’t kill me?”

“I already can’t bring myself to kill you, Megan. Your plan of action is logical.

You’re no threat to my home world if you are locked in a room where you have no

access to communications. I want to be honest. I highly doubt the council will reverse

their decision no matter how long you stay here so don’t get your hopes up of that

happening. The available sex is tempting but I will be in total control if we do this.”

Something softened in his gaze. “I just can’t risk it otherwise.”

Getting his heart broken, she thought, understanding what he couldn’t risk. She

pushed back her nervousness and nodded. She could do submissive. She’d had a

boyfriend once who was heavily into that shit. It had been a little hot until she found

out he liked that in all aspects of his life. She could be submissive in the bedroom but

outside of it, she made her own choices.

She attempted not to be anxious as she closed the distance between them. She

stopped inches in front of him, so close she could touch him by just lifting her hands.

Her chin tipped back so she could stare up at the much-taller man. He was so very

handsome with his strong masculine features and those amazing light-blue eyes with

the silver streaks.

“How may I serve you?”

“We’ll try this plan of yours.” He hesitated. “Strip now.” His voice deepened.

I can totally be submissive, she thought. She turned away from him and started to

strip out of her borrowed clothing. When naked, she turned to face him again, stunned

to see that he’d removed his own clothing very quickly. She hadn’t heard a thing to

indicate he’d undressed. She’d have to remember how stealthy he could be.

“You do as I say or this isn’t going to work. Am I clear?”


He studied her and she saw something in his expression that made her tense. She

had seen that look before with a few of her employers when they were pissed off and


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about to push her into quitting. This was one job that she wasn’t about to easily let go.

She watched him without saying a word as he went to the built-in drawers, bent to

show his nice, firm, rounded ass, and opened the lowest one. In seconds he turned and

she stared at what he had in his hand.

“Come here.”

Shit! She froze in fear at seeing the ropelike, long belt he held fisted in his hand. He

watched her very closely.

“I said come here.”

Her gaze locked with his. “You’re scaring me a little. I know you got a little worked

up over our conversation but you know I’m not responsible for the bad things done to

you, right?”

“I won’t hurt you, Megan. There are things I wished to experience with the bots but

they aren’t easily mobile as you are.”

“Can you tell me what you want to do?”

“You’re not behaving as a bot.” He frowned. “I’m willing to do anything to protect

you, even live with you if you understand we can’t get attached to each other, but for it

to be a successful partnership you need to go along with the plan we have set forth.”

“Plan? You mean act as if I’m a bot so it’s easier for you to pretend I’m not real?”

He frowned at her. “It is to remind you as well that this is a partnership and not a


“You’re not treating me as if I’m a bot—in my defense.”

His lips curved and amusement lit his blue eyes. “How would you know?”

Double shit! I have to watch what I say or he’s going to figure out I watched him do them.

“You never damaged them.”

“I have no intention of harming you in any way.” He approached her instead of

having her come to him. “I couldn’t stand to watch you hit, so use logic.”

“You won’t hurt me?”

“I won’t hurt you,” he confirmed softly. “Put your hands together in front of you,

wrists together as if you were going to pray to your God.”

Hesitation was instant but then she did as he demanded. She lifted her arms and

entwined her fingers together, locking her palms at face level. Ice started to wrap the

soft material around her wrists, securing them together firmly but not tight enough to

cut off circulation to her hands. She had to admit to feeling strong curiosity but no

longer any fear. He tied it off and then stepped back, tugging on her to follow him. She

was leashed by the long trailing end that he held in his hand.

He led her to the cleansing unit and stepped inside, leading her into the small space

with him. She wondered what they were doing in there unless he had a sudden urge to

get clean but he didn’t activate the wall to start the foam. Instead he maneuvered until

her back pressed against the wall with her facing him. He reached up and she lifted her

chin to watch as he threw the ropelike belt over a hook near the ceiling. He had to lean


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against her and go up on tiptoe to reach it to make that toss but he did it. Her heart

pounded, having no clue what he’d do or what he had planned.

He lowered to stand in front of her and held the belt with one raised hand. Their

gazes locked and she suddenly gasped as he lowered that arm, his biceps straining as

he used his strength to pull down on it while it lifted her body from the floor. His other

hand slipped around her waist, taking most of her weight off her wrists.


“Quiet,” he ordered in a rough voice. “Reach up and grab the bar above you.”

She dangled inches from the floor, her arms above her head, the belt being used as a

pulley system from the hook above. She bit her lip, staring at him, and then gasped as

he lowered his arm more, wrapping the belt around his wrist, twist after twist, inching

her higher from the floor.

Megan had guessed that cyborgs were strong but he literally held all of her weight

with his left arm and the one around her waist. She suddenly knew how a puppet felt

as he pulled her higher. He didn’t stop until her breasts were level with his mouth. He

stared at them and then leaned in, his mouth closing over one. She fumbled for the bar,

her fingers frantically grabbed hold, clenching it.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

Ice’s mouth wasn’t gentle. It was hot, wet, and he sucked on her nipple hard. The

sensation that rippled through her brought sheer pleasure. His arm slid away from her

waist and his now-free hand gripped her thigh, caressing upward until his thumb

pressed against her pussy.

He shifted his hand and then his fingers cupped her mound, holding her there

firmly as his teeth nipped her in a shocking jolt of something akin to pain but it didn’t

exactly hurt. It was erotic as hell and her body responded full force. She realized how

wet she’d grown when his fingers slid between her sex lips and he played with the

slippery moisture that came from her. He groaned against her breast and released it,

going for the other one.

“Ice,” she moaned.

He didn’t respond verbally but two of his fingers suddenly drove up inside her

pussy as his mouth sucked harder on her nipple. Pleasure seared through her and the

cool wall behind her made her even more aware of how much warmth his skin radiated

where it pressed against her stomach as he leaned in more, finger-fucking her harder

and faster. His mouth played hell on her nipple.

“Yes,” she moaned.

Ice suddenly froze, his fingers slowly withdrew from her pussy and his mouth left

her breast. Megan opened her eyes to stare into his gorgeous ones below her since he’d

lifted her above his head. He lowered her slightly and she let her gaze follow his to his

erect cock until he had her dangling hip to hip with him. They stared at each other.

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She cleared her throat. “Yes,” she admitted honestly. “You’re so damn strong too

and that really makes me hotter.”

“I admit that your delicateness makes me hurt with need. You’re so unlike cyborg

women. I really find you fascinating and no woman has ever made me long to possess

her the way I do you.”

His free arm slid between her thighs, lifting one of them up over his forearm, and

his body moved closer so her knee bent against his rib cage. He adjusted his hips and

pressed his cock right against her vaginal entrance, never looking away from her gaze


“If there is sheer pleasure, you are it, Megan.” He slowly pressed forward, entering


Megan closed her eyes in pure ecstasy as he stretched her, filled her with that hard,

thick length of his cock. She forced them open though and stared back into his heated

gaze. “You’re a dangerous man, Ice. You make me feel too much, since we’re being so


He sank in deeper, lowering her weight just slightly as his leg brushed her other

one aside to drape over his thigh. It spread her legs wider open to his hips and cock. He

buried his cock totally inside her body. She could feel his full length sheathed inside

her. The heavenly sensation had her moaning louder.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby.” He paused, tilting his head just slightly. “And then

I’m going to do the one thing I’ve wanted to most since I first touched you.”

“What?” Her voice shook a little and she had no idea what he thought or wanted.

“I’m going to come inside you and fill you with my mark. You’re my bot, Megan,

and I’m going to keep you for a while.”

“I can live with that.” She lifted her chin. “Will you kiss me?”

“I’m going to do everything to you.” He lowered his mouth, taking possession of



Touching Ice


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Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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