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  The other girl buried deep inside ruffled her ugly feathers, reminding me that what I was doing would be considered against the law. She also jabbed me, saying that good girls never fucked on a first date. This wasn’t a date. We would never be able to be seen together, unless it was at the scrap heap. I could hear her laughter ringing in my ears.

  Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!

  I clenched my eyes shut, willing away all the ugliness. I wanted this. I craved him. I hungered for his firm hand even more so than I had the night before. He was my drug and right now he was giving me the fix I so desperately needed. The rest of the world could wait. My job could wait. All the questions could wait.

  “You will obey me without question or you’ll be punished harshly.” Rogue’s deep voice penetrated the entire room, the husky tone spilling into me. He’d changed, even from the night before, having become much more authoritative, a dominant need encapsulating his very soul.

  Yes. Yes!

  “Yes, I...” Another hard smack was issued, followed by three more in succession. Spots floated in front of my eyes and my nipples were swollen, aching. I twisted back and forth, puffing out bursts of air as my hardened buds scraped across the sheet, sending shards of electricity racing throughout my system. I was on fire, fully ignited. I wanted to touch him, taste his sweet cum and marvel in the way he used my body.

  The spanking hurt like hell and I was sputtering into the pillow, trying to hold back my tears. I was also on the very edge of extreme excitement, the anticipation of his cock being shoved inside of me almost more than I could bear.

  Rogue snapped his wrist again and again, the harsh strikes hitting me in the middle of my bottom. I could feel the heat rising, just as the sizzle in my cunt turned to molten lava. The way the leather stung was exhilarating, more so than the spanking from the night before. I took several deep breaths, whimpering softly and stretching my arms. The ropes were secured tightly around my wrists. I was going nowhere.

  I didn’t need to be told to leave my legs spread wide open and as the strap was sliced across my upper thighs, I clenched my pussy muscles. I couldn’t believe I was ready to climax after only a few strikes had been issued. I heard his savage growl, much like seeing the darkness in his eyes the moment the lightning shimmered into the room.

  He was famished beyond reason, like a man possessed. There were no soft caresses, no gentleness for this particular round of punishment. He was merely teaching me a lesson. In all the years I’d been going to the club, I’d been the one taking the ultimate control. This was entirely different. Rogue demanded absolute obedience.

  All time seemed to stand still as the punishment continued, my pussy juice leaving a pool on the bed as my own desire increased. Just when I thought the round of discipline was over, he turned me over, spreading my legs wide and pushing them back to my chest. The sheets chafed my backside, sending a series of shivers straight down my spine.

  I took several deep breaths, holding back a series of whimpers. I wanted to see more of his face, to gaze on his rugged features and become lost in his dreamy eyes. The storm was pulling away, leaving only darkness in its wake. I knew we’d remain in the shadows, as if turning on a light would make the fantasy go away. I was shivering all over, goosebumps popping along my arms and legs. He remained dressed, his clothing soaked from the violent rainstorm. Even though I could only make out a larger than life silhouette, I’d never hungered for a man as much as I did this one. Man.

  It was becoming easier to believe that he wasn’t just a machine as I’d brought myself to believe. Or maybe my rich fantasies were allowing me to move into another dimension. All the stories my father had told me filtered into the back of my mind. Rogue was very human, even more so than the few men I’d dated in my life. I was the girl no man could handle, caustic and full of anger.

  And along came Rogue, as if our meeting had been meant to be.

  I did as I was told, curling my toes in an effort to keep my muscles tense.

  “Hold them just like that, sweet Noire.” He tweaked both nipples then zigzagged his fingers down between my breasts to the soft skin just above my clit. Issuing three hard smacks on my pussy lips, a single growl erupted from his lips, the sound more like a mating call.

  I stretched and yanked at the bindings, trying to see what he was doing. I heard the whirring sound first just seconds before he slid the tip of a vibrator against my pussy lips. Where in the hell had he gotten it? I moaned, my entire body quaking as he swirled the tip of the slender fake cock around my clit. Straining to see it, I was taken aback as the intense vibration created an almost instant climax. “Fuck. Fuck!”

  He was expressionless as he rolled the tip up and down then jerked it away. What followed blew my mind, the strap coming down on my clit and pussy, smacked hard enough my entire body jerked.

  “Oh, God...” Air rushed from my lungs, the sound more of a wheeze.

  “Pleasure. Pain. Just like we talked about. Bad girls will always have pain. Good girls have both.” He smacked my pussy one more time then returned the vibrator, moving in slow and easy circles. I would slowly go mad if he kept this up.

  I was dripping with wetness, struggling to focus as he rolled the vibrator up and down then thrust the entire length inside, turning up the action to high. I was jarred to life, panting and whimpering, tossing my head back and forth as the extreme sensations rocketed through me. Just as soon as the deliciousness started, it stopped, the cylindrical shape yanked from my quivering cunt.

  Rogue slapped the strap from one inner thigh to the next then four in quick succession on my pussy.

  “God. Please let me come.” I heard my wailing but hadn’t realized I’d said anything. I could no longer stop shivering as the agony and ecstasy meshed together, leaving me drained and craving his thick cock.

  I noticed what had to be a slight grin crossing his face as he drove the vibrator into me again, plunging with a wild abandon. I tried to hold back, to keep the incredible moment going, but the climax shot up from my legs straight into my pussy, shattering me with its vehemence. “Oh. Yes!” I heard the guttural wail that erupted from my mouth and laughed then moaned until I was hoarse.

  This wasn’t the end. The second the climax turned into a wave, he smacked my pussy with two of his fingers, hard and fast before rubbing the tip of the vibrator up and down. He slowed the speed then increased, slowing again. The yo-yo became too much, pitching me into another orgasm, this one more powerful than the one before.

  I tried desperately to bite back a scream, closing my eyes until I felt his hot mouth replacing the toy. He wasted no time, burying his face and licking, his tongue moving up and down the length of my cunt. I was left writhing, purring like a wild animal as he licked and sucked, using his fingers like pistons.

  My pussy was clenching and releasing over and over again, and I exploded with another raging climax, jerking so hard from the bedding that the rope bit into my wrists. “Oh!” I fell softly to the bed, my entire body soaked from perspiration.

  There was no way of knowing how much time had gone by, but I heard rustling and gathered the strength to turn my head. He was undressing, easing the shirt over his massive shoulders. Every part of him was carved as if chiseled out of stone. I licked my lips in appreciation as he unfastened his pants, tugging off his boots then rolling the thick material down his hips. There was no light needed to see his full erection, his long and thick cock standing at full attention. I was lightheaded, wanting nothing more than to have his shaft inside my mouth. He was a beautiful creation. A lump formed in my throat at the thought.

  Rogue leaned over, sucking on my nipple before untying me, but he kept his hand wrapped around the two loose ends. “Come with me.”

  “Where are we going?”

  He only gave me a smile as he wrapped his hand around the rope, taking long strides out of the bedroom. When he headed for the back door, I froze, pulling hard on the bindings.

  “What do you think you’re doing?�
� I heard the quaver in my voice as I eyed the window. While the lightning had stopped, the rain was still coming down and that wasn’t the worst of it. If anyone saw us together, another CRON unit would ascend within minutes, taking both of us into custody. There would be no trial. There would be no retribution.

  We would both be put to death.

  “Giving you the level of danger you crave,” he answered, his strength about to propel me toward the door.

  I was shaking all over as he unlocked and swung open the door. He quickly tethered me to the metal railing, forcing me to look out on the world around us. The slight overhang did little to keep the rain from cascading down, cooling off my overheated body almost instantly. I was thrown into a moment of raw fear, the kind of terror that grabs at your insides, preventing you from breathing.

  He planted my feet apart and crowded behind me, placing his hands on top of mine. “I can’t tell you how much I crave being inside of you.” Nuzzling into my neck, he pressed his wet lips against my neck, inhaling before licking up to my earlobe. “And remember, you belong to me now. Anything I require, you will do.”

  The words were haunting in several ways, making my pussy quiver and my legs shake. I loved the earthy tone of his voice and the way the huskiness formed a haze around my eyes. I adored his intense needs, but the terror refused to leave me, making my stomach queasy. “Please, Rogue. Don’t do this.”

  Chuckling darkly, he rubbed his hands down my chest, tickling my still hard nipples. I moaned as he crawled his fingers down to my belly and waist, planting both hands on my hips and lifting me onto my tiptoes.

  I leaned forward, my grip on the railing white knuckled. The sizzling feel as he rubbed his shaft up and down was breathtaking. He pushed the tip of his cock to my entrance, parting my pussy lips. I held my breath as he thrust all the way inside, rocking my body with the extreme force. “Oh... Yes...” I no longer cared that the rain had soaked into my skin or that anyone with a night scope could witness our carnal and very illegal activity. I only wanted more of him, every inch of his thick shaft pummeling into me.

  Rogue was brutal in his taking of me, pulling all the way out them slamming deep inside. His growls were feral, the sound floating into my ears. I was thrown into a world of true bliss, every cell in my body ignited to the point of combustion. He never slowed down, driving into me in wild and continuous motions, harder and harder with every thrust.

  I whimpered, struggling to hold my tongue but everything felt so damn good. He was the hulking creature that sated my every desire. He knew exactly what I needed and as he continued, he smacked my ass, making me giggle like a schoolgirl.

  This could be utter humiliation, leaving my entire world enshrouded in shame, but I didn’t care. I was gloriously free, being fucked like an animal on the balcony of my apartment. The hard slapping was masked by the pelting rain, but with every smack of his hand and every slam of his hips, I was more euphoric.

  His actions became ever more savage and I clenched my pussy around his cock, drawing him in even deeper. Within seconds, an orgasm swept up from the depths of my being, skyrocketing me into oblivion. Stars floated in front of my eyes as the wave overtook me, leaving me weak in the knees. I dropped my head, trying to breathe, whimpering when he pulled out. “No,” I said weakly.

  “I’m not finished yet, my sweet Noire.” He dipped his fingers into my cunt then slid two into my asshole, thrusting hard and fast. My muscles ached from the night before but opened freely for the invasion. I arched my back as he plunged in quick repetition, over and over again.

  When he removed his fingers, I braced for the pain that would quickly succumb to raw pleasure. He wasn’t gentle in any manner, driving his shaft past the tight ring of muscle. Fully inside, we both moaned and he lowered his head, kissing the side of my neck, nipping my tender flesh.

  How could anything be any more sinful than this?

  He was my lover.

  He was my master.

  He was absolutely dangerous.

  And I loved every second of the wild fucking, the fear completely tossed out of my mind. I jutted my hips forward, begging for more and he gave it to me, driving in harder and faster, rocking us both.

  His ragged breaths became growls, his hot breath trickling down from my cheek to my neck, sliding down my shoulder. I was lost in this man and the intense moment, forever changed by this... machine.

  I knew he was close to coming, could tell he wanted nothing more than to erupt deep in my ass. I squeezed my muscles again, closing my eyes as he let out a primal roar. The warmth as he exploded into me was chilling and I wanted his cum inside for hours.

  If for no other reason than to know this had been real.

  Rogue breathed across my neck and the way his hot breath lingered left me shaking, but his final words just seconds before he disappeared would forever haunt me.

  “We will see each other again, sweet Noire. When we do, it will be forever.”

  Chapter Eight

  Noire

  “This is a shitty place to meet,” I said as I glanced around the location. The bar was seedy at best, filled with more drunks than anything else. Everyone needed a respite from the governmental mandates, but drinking had become a national obsession.

  There was that word again. Obsession.

  I shivered, trying to keep my hand from shaking as I brought the glass of whiskey to my lips. With every move on the hard bench, the soreness on my bottom was a reminder of lurid and wicked punishment, brutal sex. I’d attacked him, almost able to take control. Then... I shuddered at the way everything about the man had dominated me.

  He fucked you in the ass on your balcony. Anyone could have seen the sinful act.

  The words had played in my mind the entire morning. Rogue’s final statement left me feeling anxious, even looking over my shoulder. The change in him in just a single day was inconceivable. I couldn’t tell if he was acting more human or more like a machine.

  “Yeah, but no one would dare to look for us here,” Chris said, the same grin crossing his face that I was so used to.

  “Does that mean you found something?” I’d risked meeting him here, but at least if we were seen, I wouldn’t be disobeying the government rules.

  He took a pull on his beer before looking from right to left. We were seated in a beaten-up old wooden booth and far removed from anyone else in the joint. We were also in the back of the place and away from the window overlooking the street. I’d never known Chris to be this clandestine before. “I have a buddy who works in one of the other cyborg facilities. I gave him a call.”

  “Yeah?” I leaned in closer, no doubt excitement crossing my face.

  “Don’t do that. Just hold on. As you can imagine, he wasn’t interested in talking to me. Had to pull in a huge favor.” He swirled his bottle, not looking me in the eyes.

  “Okay, spill it, partner.”

  He glowered at me. “He mentioned that there is some top-secret file that nobody talks about. All he knows is that certain cyborgs are being tested for use in assassinations, although that’s not the term he used as you can imagine. I put two and two together.”

  “What?” I groaned out loud, grabbing my drink to shut down my own noise. My theories were starting to make more sense.

  “Yeah. I groaned too. Trust me. Doesn’t make a lot of sense since Congress specifically mandated that no cyborgs were to be used for any military action. I have no idea how they’d be able to control the cyborgs in the first place.”

  I sat back, thinking about the concept, then sat up straight again. “That doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen. You tell the weary public that cyborgs are only going to be used for protection and domestic activities then design them to kill off the rest of our enemies. Not bad if you ask me.”

  “Works right into that conspiracy theory of yours,” Chris said, snorting.

  “Not in the way I was thinking.”

  “Then in what way? They assign them to protect the people they’re sup
posed to kill?”

  “Bingo.”

  He lifted a single eyebrow. “Then after about two or three of these, the gig would be up, if you know what I mean.”

  Chris had a point. “Not if they were supposed to happen all at the same time.”

  “O-kay. That would be more plausible. That’s why there would be no locater units.”

  “True. Then what happens to the cyborgs?”

  Chris fiddled with his beer. “Perhaps they simply self-destruct.”

  A chill trickled down my spine.

  “There’s something else,” he said, taking a deep breath.

  “I’m afraid to ask.”

  “A doctor was found murdered in his bed in his home.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “What does that have to do with the cyborg facility?”

  He waited until a customer passed, heading for the restroom. When he spoke, his voice was even lower. “He was working on the cyborg project and he objected to the work being done. That’s all my friend could tell me, but you need to listen to me on this. My buddy is scared for his life. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  Swallowing, I nodded. “Maybe this doctor knew something, whatever Wells was trying to cover up.”

  “Maybe, but maybe not. We just have to go at this with kid gloves. Okay, partner?” Chris lowered his head so his eyes were only two inches from mine. “Okay?”

  “I get it.” I thought about Rogue, shuddering underneath my clothing. “Maybe Rogue fought the programming somehow, his human portion fighting whatever they were trying to get him to do. If he did, no wonder they want him dead. He’s a walking, talking time bomb.”

  “That could make sense, but,” he said, holding up his finger, “don’t go off on this. If anyone learns that we found this out and from whom, my buddy will be canned.”

  “Or worse,” I scoffed. “They certainly wouldn’t want this getting out into the public.”