NEXT-DOOR CYBORG

NOVA EDWINS

A DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

NEXT-DOOR CYBORG

He wants to know everything.

When my mom sends me to the next-door neighbor to give back some tools my father borrowed, I’m happy to oblige.

It’s because our neighbor is this handsome older guy and I will gladly take every opportunity to flirt with him.

But the man is nowhere to be seen, and instead, I’m confronted with an eight-foot-tall cyborg who has a lot of questions about our neighbor that I really can’t answer.

The only problem is that Mr. Cyborg doesn’t believe me. He’s hell-bent on finding out the secrets I’m hiding, and he swears that he won’t let me go until he does.

Warning: If being held against your will by a sexy cyborg feels like a nightmare, you should probably put this book down! Unless it sounds like the right kind of nightmare. ;)

1

"Darling, would you mind doing your father a favor?" Mom is standing in the living room door, looking at me.

With a piece of chocolate just inches from my mouth, I sigh, balancing the romance novel in my lap. I was savoring a Hopver beetle chocolate, and I’m still happy that I wasn’t aware of that fact when I first tasted it.

Hopver beetles are common little critters here in the Alrai Belt where New Terran is located, although they look more like rodents than insects to me. Nonetheless, they are delicious.

When my parents told me three years ago that we would leave Earth to live on New Terran because of a job offer my father couldn’t refuse, I was devastated. But actually, it’s not that bad at all.

I work as a librarian, teaching humans and all kinds of aliens how to read. Life on New Terran is quite exciting, and the food is just amazing. Many of the alien races have things that us humans have never heard of before, but damn, almost all of it is good.

"Right now?" I put the book down and pop the piece of chocolate in my mouth.

"If it’s not too much of a bother, yes. Your father borrowed tools from Curtis Kobes down the road. Could you please return them and take the cookies I baked as a thank-you?"

I have to bite back a grin. Of course, I can do that. Curtis Kobes is the most attractive man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. He’s one of my father’s work acquaintances and always wears expensive suits and this big blingy watch that probably costs more than what I make in a year as a librarian on New Terran.

Did I mention that he’s also hot and likes to flirt with me?

I feel my cheeks turning red as I try to figure out if getting changed into nicer clothes before going there would be too obvious.

My mom has a dinner date with Dad in town and is already fancied up since she’s about to leave. It’s Friday night, which might be just the perfect excuse to doll up and see how flirty Mr. Kobes will get today. I could pretend to go on a date myself later tonight and see if he gets jealous.

The idea of a jealous, growly, and possessive Mr. Kobes makes my body flush with heat.

Ugh. My crush on him is really bad.

"Sure. No thing. Are the cookies in the kitchen?"

"Yes. The blue tin can on the counter. Thank you, darling."

"No problem, Mom."

Although I’m already twenty-two, she kisses my cheek before she exits the house. I wait until her hover pod leaves the driveway to make sure that she is really gone.

Then I head to my room to get changed.

I can see Mr. Kobes’s house from my bedroom window and check to see if the lights are on. I haven’t spoken to him in the last couple of weeks, and for the past two days, he didn’t seem to be home at all.

But now there’s a lamp burning in the living room. I’d better hurry up.

2

With the cookies in one hand and some weird-looking tool in the other hand, I enter the curved driveway leading up to Mr. Kobes’s house. My heels click on the ground, and I’m not sure if the skirt isn’t too short. Maybe I’m way too obvious.

But then again, it’s not like I’ve got something to lose. He either thanks me before sending me on my way again or will ask me to come inside. As long as I’ll play it cool, I’ll probably not make a fool of myself.

Every step seems to wake another butterfly in my stomach. Maybe this is finally it. I mean, it’s not like I want to be single forever, and sometimes the lady has to get a little bit proactive.

His house is a gorgeous bungalow with lots of glass and polished white walls. It looks equally impressive and expensive.

"Hey there. My mom asked me to bring you cookies."

"Hi. I’m here to give back the tool."

"Want some sugar?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. Maybe I should keep the talking to a minimum and just react to what he says because I certainly don’t want him to know how inexperienced I am, if he hasn’t already guessed that.

With one last deep breath, I push the little doorbell button. A melodic chime fills the air. I smooth my skirt one more time, my best smile plastered on my face.

Don’t say anything stupid, I remind myself. Just say "Hi"

Since I don’t hear any footsteps, I ring the bell again. The lights are on, so he must be home, right?

As I raise my hand to smooth down my hair that absolutely needs no more smoothing down, I hear a muffled sound from the back.

"Um, hello?" I call out. "Mr. Kobes?"

Nobody answers.

I try again. "Curtis?"

I take a step toward the garden. There’s a big glass door in the back leading toward the sundeck. Maybe I can take a peek inside the house. There must be a reason why our sexy neighbor hasn’t opened the door for me.

Maybe he’s taking a shower, lathering his muscled body with shower gel while being completely naked. I chuckle nervously although I’m alone and no one can read my dirty mind.

Normally, I wouldn’t invade his privacy, but the opportunity is too good to pass up. My parents aren’t at home. I have an excuse for wearing this short skirt, and I come bearing a gift.

Everything’s fine.

At least that’s what I tell myself as I creep into his garden. I can see a lamp glowing in the room near the back corner. Slowly, I tiptoe until I reach the lit window and take a peek above the windowsill.

I remind myself not to freak out if I spot Curtis naked. That wouldn’t be the right moment for an enthusiastic scream. I bet his dick is huge and thick and . . . perfect.

It’s time to stop with the dreaming. I crane my neck and squint my eyes as the light suddenly goes out.

With a gasp, I stumble backward, and my heels click loudly on the pavement.

That can’t be.

No, no, no.

I take two more steps back, almost dropping the box of cookies. The only reason I’m able to hold on to the things in my hands is I’m being careful of the noises dropping them would make.

I’m not quite sure if my mind played a trick on me, but for a mere second, I saw Mr. Kobes lying on the floor. He looked quite dead to me, with a huge figure looming over him. And as if he had heard me, the giant tensed and switched off the light.

Why am I still standing here? My mouth is dry; my heart is beating like crazy.

I scramble back toward the driveway, clutching the tool and the cookies to my chest. Oh shit. What did I just see?

This is not how I imagined my evening to go. Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Are those footsteps behind me? I start running now. From here, I can almost see the street. Maybe I should call for help. Should I though?

It can alert the giant to my whereabouts, so I keep my mouth shut.

The high heels on my feet do give me long legs and look pretty, but they’re not made for running. Just as I decide to slip them off, one of my heels gets caught in something, and I dive face-first toward the ground.

But before I smash my head against the concrete, strong hands grip my waist and hold me. The cookie box goes flying from my hands, and the lid comes off on impact. In an instant, broken cookies litter the driveway.

It’s a miracle that I managed to hold on to the tool. The thing looks like a very heavy screwdriver and is almost half as big as a baseball bat. Maybe if I manage to turn around quickly, I can bash my attacker’s head.

His grip tightens, and with a low and growly voice, he says, "Don’t even try, human."

3

He doesn’t bother to introduce himself before he drags me into the house and slams the door shut.

I don’t know if I’m pissed because he’s such an impolite ass or freaked out because he called me "human," which suggests that he isn’t one.

It’s pretty dark inside our neighbor’s house, and I can’t see anything. My captor hauls me along the hallway and suddenly comes to a stop, shoving me forward. I somehow have the impression that he can see just fine although we’re completely surrounded by darkness since the blinds in the room are closed.

He grips my shoulder and pushes me down. I try to resist, but he’s way too strong for me. When I feel a soft cushion under my butt, I almost cry with relief. It’s the sofa. We’re in Curtis’s living room.

"Look at me," he commands.

"Are you kidding?" I don’t even know where to turn my head because his voice is booming, and I can’t pinpoint where he’s standing.

"Does the look on my face say that I’m kidding?"

Wow. What a smart-ass. "Humans can’t see in the dark."

"What?" He sounds kind of appalled. "That’s a concerning flaw in your design."

"If you say so." I know I should be frightened, but the guy really grates my nerves. That is, until I remember my dead neighbor. "Where’s Curtis?"

I hear steps and a click. To shield my eyes against the sudden brightness, I lift my arm and squint. "Thanks for the warning."

"Your eyes need time to adjust?" Now he just sounds like the entire human race is the biggest failure ever. "No wonder the target didn’t see or hear me coming." Then he chuckles.

He fucking chuckles.

I lower my arm and take a closer look at him. He’s tall, like a freaking mountain, and his skin glistens in a palish silver. Although his facial features are bit more prominent—thick brows, a broad and quite flat nose—he almost looks human to me. The fact that he’s wearing a tight shirt presenting his thick muscles and some kind of cargo pants doesn’t help with the impression of a freakishly big male human. "What are you?"

"An assassin."

My heart starts pounding. Glad we cleared that up. I clear my throat. "Your race? I’m human, and you are?"

"Cyborg. I’m faster, stronger, and smarter than you, so don’t even try to run."

"Smarter, huh? I don’t know. People who point that out aren’t usually that smart, or they would keep that fact to themselves."

"Just stating scientifically proven evidence. Are you the messenger?"

"Messenger? What messenger? I’m just here to return a tool and bring some cookies."

The cyborg cocks his head and suspiciously eyes my legs. "I’ve concluded that you must be lying. No matter your race—if a female looks like this and smells like you do, she wants one particular thing."

"Looks like this?" I’m really thinking hard about my chances if I were to, let’s say, attack a huge cyborg.

"You’re dressed to please a male’s eyes." He stares at my naked legs again, and I fight the impulse to pull the hem of my short skirt down.

Fine. Maybe I dressed myself with the intention to look good for Curtis, but he makes it sound like I’m some kind of skank.

"Are you the messenger?" He takes a step toward the sofa where I’m sitting.

"No. I already told you that I just wanted to visit Curtis."

His eyes are pale blue, and they look like they’re glowing from the inside. I shrink back into the cushions as he towers over me. "You came here to fuck the human named Curtis. Afterward, he would tell you all about his plans. So you must be the messenger."

"What? No! I’m the next-door neighbor. And I didn’t come here to have sex with Curtis. I only wanted to flirt a bit."

"The human is dead. So there will be no more flirting."

"You killed him?" I almost choke at the words.

"Yes. With permission from the Interstellar Peace Confederation. The human male named Curtis Kobes was planning an attack on Vashishka, with the intent to kill the IPC diplomat Taishō Lux. He had to be eliminated. Now I’m looking for the female that gave him classified information so he could achieve his goal."

"I’m not a terrorist," I shriek. "I’m a librarian."

He doesn’t necessarily seem convinced as he leans closer. I can’t breathe; my chest is tight. What is he going to do?

I hear a chime, and all of a sudden, the cyborg retreats toward the door. "Do not move, human." He pulls a comm device from his cargo pants and steps outside into the hallway.

I can still hear his deep voice, but I can’t understand what he’s saying. What the hell am I waiting for? I get up and make a beeline for the adjacent room, which turns out to be the kitchen.

As I try to push the door handle down, the cyborg growls behind me. "I told you not to move, human."

The door won’t open, and the cyborg’s steps are coming closer and closer. I freeze for a second when I feel his hand on my shoulder. Full of panic, I scramble to the side to put distance between us. "Get away from me. Don’t touch me."

"I’m afraid that will be difficult, given my current assignment."

My back is against the wall. "What assignment? Curtis is dead. You said it yourself."

"Yes, and my supervisors are very satisfied. Of course, I reported what happened, and they gave me a new assignment."

Fear makes my knees weak. "Let me guess. I’m the assignment."

4

"Correct, human female. I have to make sure that you’re not the messenger." The cyborg looks absolutely pleased with himself, while I don’t want nothing more than to claw his eyes out. Or at least punch the smug grin off his face.

"So what? You’re going to torture me now?"

He lowers his voice. "No, my superiors informed me that human females are indeed delicate little creatures and need to be handled with care."

Somehow, what he’s saying sounds worse. I swallow against the lump in my throat. "What does that even mean? I give you my word that I’m not the messenger you’re looking for. I’m just an innocent librarian."

Again, he stares at my barely clothed body. "You’re anything but innocent. You’re a seductress, female. Don’t even try to deny it."

The way he calls me "female" all the time grates on my nerves. I rub my temples. "My name is Stella, and not 'female' or 'human.'"

"Very well. My name is," he starts, and then—I swear—he just proceeds to make some clicking noise with his tongue. Or it might be some static crackle, but it’s not a name by all means.

"Excuse me. What was that?"

He repeats the noise, and I nod slowly. "Yeah. How about I call you 'Click'?"

"Why would you call me that?"

"Forget it. Can we just get it over with?"

With a pleased smile, Click steps closer toward me. "Yes, we can get it over with. I’m happy you’re ready to comply with my demands."

"Demands? What demands? You still haven’t told me what it is you want from me."

"The truth. My superiors need me to confirm that you’re telling the truth."

I feel like we’re running in circles. There’s a slight pounding behind my temples as if I were about to get a bad migraine. As I rub my forehead, I notice that I’m actually trembling despite my sassy tone. This guy is tall, fast, and incredibly strong. I don’t need a diploma to figure out how fucking helpless I am.

"Come with me, female."

I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry. "Stella. It’s Stella."

He just cocks his eyebrow and motions for me to come with him. Since I don’t want to give him any reason to strike me, I follow his command. He puts his hand on my lower back. My knees almost buckle when he puts a little pressure behind his touch, pushing me forward.

We’re leaving the room, and I walk in front of him, guided by his huge hand, down the hall, up the stairs, and down another hall before we stop at a door.

Click reaches around me to open the door, and I’m quite sure I’m about to step into Curtis’s bedroom. That reminds me of the fact that our neighbor is dead and lying downstairs. I bite back a hysteric laugh.

The cyborg basically shoves me into the room like he doesn’t know how strong he is and locks the door behind us. "You may undress."

The blood drains from my face. "What?"

"You know how to undress yourself, Stella, don’t you? Or do you want me to help you?"

"No!" I fold my arms across my chest and shake my head. "Not happening."

"It’s in your best interest to cooperate."

Completely ignoring the fact that he’s in my way, I dash for the door. My fingertips barely touch the doorknob before I’m being grabbed.

A strong arm comes down firmly across my chest, pulling me backward and pinning me against his big frame. His other hand covers my mouth as I try to scream. I continue to writhe, kick, and squirm, but I’m simply no match for him. No human probably is.

He waits until I slump down before placing his mouth next to my ear. "That wasn’t very smart of you, Stella. I really don’t want to hurt you. Do you believe me?"

My heart is pounding, and I feel so helpless I could cry, but somehow, I manage to give a small nod.

"Good, very good," he praises me, and it has some kind of a soothing effect. His voice is much firmer now. "You will obey me, or there will be consequences. Understood?"

I nod again, trying my best not to whimper.

"You will not scream, Stella. You will go to the bed and sit down."

His hands ease from my body, and the first thing I do is take a deep breath to fill my lungs with fresh air. The bastard had almost choked me out. Since I don’t want a replay, I follow his orders and go sit down on the bed.

Click watches me like a hawk—or a cyborg. Even now his glowing eyes are incredibly attractive, although I’m just a few seconds away from a panic attack.

His eyes are traveling over my body, and I shiver because his gaze is that intense. "Please undress, Stella. I will not ask again."

Apparently, this is when the torture begins. I swallow against the lump in my throat. "And if I don’t want to?"

"Do I really have to demonstrate how weak you are? Undress or I will do it for you."

The image of him stripping me down is strangely erotic, but I try not to think about that as my fingers fumble with the buttons of my blouse. What will he do to me? Cut off some of my toes like they always do in those mafia movies? Or maybe he prefers waterboarding?

Heat flutters in my belly as I shrug off the blouse and stand up to open the zipper of my skirt.

"You’re very pretty, Stella." Click smiles as my skirt drops to the ground.

"Thanks, I guess." What the hell is his strategy? Will the compliments make it less painful when he cuts the first finger off me because he doesn’t believe that I’m not this messenger person?

"Tell me what Curtis would have done to you." Clicks watches as I take off my bra and bend forward to step out of my panties.

I’m naked as the day I was born, and my pulse is thrumming in my ears. "What do you mean?"

"You came here to seduce Curtis. I want you to tell me what he would’ve done to you after bringing you into this room."

"Nothing." I’m so confused by the question that I even forget to cover myself with my hands.

"Somehow, I find that hard to believe. Just tell me."

"I’m telling you. Nothing. Curtis wasn’t my lover. I came here to return the tool my father borrowed, and I was hoping to flirt a little with Curtis. He was attractive."

"He never tasted your cunt? Never pushed you down onto his bed to ravish you?"

Oh my god. I think I’m going to faint if he keeps talking like that. Since I can’t even answer his questions with my throat being incredibly tight, I just shake my head.

"He never forced you on your knees and put his cock in your mouth, making you swallow the whole length? He never bend you over the bed to spank you before fucking that pretty little ass of yours?"

My face must be bright red. I clear my throat, and my voice is only a whisper. "Why are you talking like that?"

"I’m just asking questions, and you really should answer me, female. My patience is running thin."

"No, he never did any of that because we weren’t lovers. And I’m not the messenger you’re looking for."

"There’s only one way to find out."

I freeze when Click steps toward me. He grips my upper arm und pushes me down onto the bed. Although I can feel the strength of his fingers, I suddenly realize that he’s very careful not to hurt me.

He forces me to lie down on the mattress. My breath catches in my lungs. I can’t breathe. How can I be that stupid while reading romance novels all day long?

It was never his intention to torture me by cutting my limbs off and making me bleed. He has a completely different kind of suffering in mind for me.

Click towers over me with his giant form before he slowly leans down. His lips touch my cheek, and I freeze. What should I do? Slap him? Push him away? I can’t make up my mind, so I just stay still.

Apparently, that’s enough confirmation for him because when I don’t pull away, he places another kiss, this time on my mouth.

His lips are soft and warm, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. He steals my breath and somehow claims ownership over my body with just this one kiss.

I’m not sure what’s gotten into me that I willingly open my mouth for him and hold still instead of fighting for my life.

But then again, he doesn’t really want to kill me, does he now?

5

Click wraps his strong arm around me while the fingers of his other hand find my nipple. "Are you absolutely sure that you are not the messenger?"

"Yes. I’m sure."

He pinches my nipple between his fingers, making me gasp. With his radiant eyes, he searches my face. "You’re really, really sure?"

I feel the sudden urge to stroke his cheek just to find out what it would feel like. "Yes, I’m sure. Not the messenger, just a little librarian."

He smiles dryly. "I will ask again."

It sounds like a menacing promise, and something deep in my belly flutters. But I don’t have time to think about the endless implications because his fingers are running down my side, along my sensitive ribs, and I shiver.

The huge cyborg makes me feel like a delicate little elf since he’s so much taller than me, with broad shoulders and thick arms.

He kisses my throat and slowly works his way down until he nips at my boobs.

Although I don’t mean to, I arch my back and pant a little. His mouth feels nice, and I don’t even mind the soft biting.

Luckily, I have a few brain cells left and push both hands against his muscular shoulders. "You shouldn’t be doing this." My voice doesn’t sound like I mean it at all.

His lips close around my nipple, and he starts sucking.

My mind goes blank. What did I just say? Was it important? Probably not.

When he kisses me again, I moan against his lips. He strokes my erect nipple with his thumb, making my pussy wet with need.

This is wrong, yet I can’t seem to bring myself to point it out. Click rubs my boobs like an expert. His palms flat again on my body, he massages my skin and flicks against my nipples until I whimper. All the while, his tongue probes my mouth and makes me breathless.

I pant when he finally breaks the kiss. His broad shoulders part my legs as he lowers himself between them.

I grip the sheet, my knuckles turning white.

Click smiles at me. "Are you the messenger?"

"No." I shake my head. My voice drips with need and a slight edge of panic. The cyborg can’t possibly . . . He really shouldn’t . . .

But he does. He licks the inside of my thigh before he starts lapping at my pussy.

I can’t hold back the moan and spread my legs even further. Click responds with a low growl and pushes his tongue deep inside of me. Since his tongue is broad and thick, I can’t get enough of the feeling.

He pulls me closer and puts my legs over his shoulders so that I’m close and at the same time completely open to him. His tongue sweeps over my clit, and I already see stars. "Oh please," I whisper.

"I like those little sounds you make when I do this." Click circles the tiny bundle of nerves with his tongue, and I’m trembling more with every touch. I moan against the back of my hand as he licks harder and harder.

My world is about to fall apart when he closes his lips around my clit and starts sucking.

"Don’t stop," I beg. "It feels so good, Click." The orgasmic tidal wave is coming closer and closer when he stops and lifts his head.

"Tell me, human, are you the messenger?"

"What? No! Why did you stop?" I stare blankly at him.

"Because I need to know the truth."

"It is the truth."

He doesn’t respond to me before putting his mouth back on me. His tongue flicks against my clit, and I’m already flying again. Click sucks and sucks and sucks.

"Oh, oh my . . . I’m . . . I’m . . . gonna . . ." I can’t even finish the sentence before the orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball. Panting like crazy, I close my eyes and wait for him to stop.

Click doesn’t stop. Instead, he shoves two of his thick fingers deep into my tight pussy. His tongue laps along my labia before sucking on them. He zeroes in on my sensitive clit, and I can’t stand the intense feeling right after having orgasmed that hard.

"Please stop."

He ignores my pleas and starts fucking me with his fingers. My scream this time is far louder than I intended as I’m coming again. The force of the climax almost rips me apart, and I can feel new wetness coating the cyborg’s hand.

Arching my back and pushing myself up with my elbows, I try to wiggle my way out of Click’s strong arms. He holds me down effortlessly and continues sucking, pausing just for a few seconds to rub his tongue against my clit.

"Please don’t!" I put my hands on his head to push him off, but he’s way too strong.

"Are you the messenger?"

I just blink in confusion. That’s not an answer to my begging for mercy. "Please, I . . ."

His mouth is on me again before I can even finish the sentence.

With a whimper, I manage to say, "No. I’m not the damn messenger. Please stop. I can’t take any more."

He just doesn’t care and curls his fingers inside of me, touching every possible spot in my tight channel to catapult me from one orgasm to the next. I never knew that this kind of forced climax was even possible.

In a futile attempt, I press my thighs against his ears in the hope that he’ll let go off me when the pressure becomes too much to handle, but instead, he grabs my boobs as if my thighs are encouraging him even more.

He lift his mouth off my skin only long enough to smile viciously. "See, I think you are the messenger."

My head is spinning. Maybe he is insane or has some sort of short circuit in his brain or whatever it is that drives cyborgs crazy. Otherwise, I can’t explain why he continues licking my pussy.

"But I’m not," I whine with a sob.

"Don’t worry, my delicious little human, I will stop as soon as I believe you." He has an incredibly authoritative tone in his voice, and somehow, that really turns me on.

"I’m not the messenger, and I really can’t take any more. Please, Click, please."

Again, he chooses to ignore every word that comes out of my mouth and fucks me even harder with his fingers, pushing them deeper and deeper. "I could get used to your sweet taste, human. Your cunt feels amazing under my tongue. Can you take a little more?"

"No!"

"Too bad because I think you can, and I want to enjoy that delicate taste of you a little longer."

"Please, Click . . . oh . . . oh, please . . . oh . . . stop . . . ," I plead, my arm pressed against my face, which is wet with my tears. He doesn’t care for my begging and continues. I cum again, shaking, screaming, my pussy gushing and clenching around his fingers, the juices running down my thighs.

"Are you the messenger?"

"No." I’m a sobbing mess, trembling like crazy. "No, no, no." I try to cover the apex of my thighs with my hands so that Click will leave me alone.

But he just grabs my wrist and pins them into the mattress above my head. "All right, Stella. I believe you."

6

I stare at Click, unsure of what to do. Should I get up and leave? My pulse is thrumming in my ears, and my whole body quivers. I’m not even sure if I’m even able to get up and stand on my two feet.

After letting go of my wrists, Click grips the hem of his tight shirt and pulls it off.

I swallow nervously. Maybe now will be a good time for me to leave. Like right now.

I gasp as his hands reach out. He grabs my waist and pulls me toward him before opening his pants. I should probably say something.

Clicks leans forward and kisses me, making it impossible to think straight. He pushes my legs apart with his knee and sinks down in between them. I moan when I feel his cock throbbing against my thigh. Shit. His fingers are already thick, but this feels . . . huge.

I quint my eyes and lift my head just enough to catch a glimpse. Yes, every bit as sexy as I thought. Chiseled abs, bulging muscle, and the definition of a big, fat dick. His silvery skin makes him seem too otherworldly and even more desirable.

My pulse quickens, and I can feel goosebumps rising on my neck. This is really going to happen, and I know that I should say something, but suddenly, I’m afraid he might stop, and I don’t want that.

His hands slide up my thighs, and the swollen head of his cock nudges against my wet pussy lips.

Click pushes the tip in, and his jaw clenches. "I’m really happy that you’re not the messenger, Stella."

As he kisses me with a fiery passion, he thrusts himself all the way into my tight, virgin pussy.

I gasp and almost bite down on his lip but luckily get a grip soon enough. "Wow," I murmur.

"What was that?" Click studies my face and cocks a brow.

I don’t know how to tell him. But then I remember that he doesn’t know anything about humans—or at least not a lot. So I decide to keep my secret and plaster a shy smile on my lips. "Just a human thing. We’re . . ." My voice trails off, and I start blushing. "Tight."

"That’s true." He stares into my eyes a little longer before deciding that my answer was good enough.

His cock pushes deeper into my wet heat, and the slight discomfort I have felt fades more with every passing second.

It feels unreal, and when he pulls back and thrusts into me again, need rises inside of me. I moan with pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt in my pussy.

Lust fills every cell of my body, and I cling to his strong shoulders like I’m afraid he’s going to leave me right now.

With a slight motion of his hips, he changes the angle and grinds against my clit with every thrust.

I’m happy to take every inch of him as he starts fucking me harder.

"You feel so good around my cock, Stella. Like you were made to take me."

"Oh yes," I whimper.

His thickness pulses inside of me, and all of a sudden, I’m close to the next orgasm, although I’m freaking exhausted.

Click moves faster, filling me over and over with his big cock until I’m screaming his name. He hits all the right spots inside of me, and I explode with lust, clenching my pussy around his thick cock.

My cyborg groans through his teeth as he fills me with his cum, his thickness pulsing inside of me.

It takes a while before I can think straight again. Click has rolled himself off me and is lying next to me.

"I hope this isn’t standard IPC procedure for every interrogation."

He chuckles. "No. They wanted me to torture you, but that seemed a bit too intense for an innocent civilian."

"Wait? You knew?"

"Of course. But better safe than sorry. No harm done, right?" The cyborg smiles at me.

"No harm done." My throat is tight. "I should probably get going."

"Yeah. Let me help you clean the cookies from the driveway."

"That won’t be necessary." I manage to get up with wobbly knees and start dressing. "What am I supposed to tell my parents? You know, about Mr. Kobes?"

"That he wasn’t home. There’ll be an official press release later this week."

"Okay. Great."

7

I still cringe the next day when I think about my last words. Okay. Great.

What a goodbye for the guy I lost my virginity to.

His blue eyes haunt me all day at work and also when I come back home. It’s not like I expected a happy end or something. Hell, it was completely my choice not to tell him how inexperienced I was. So why do I feel so strange then? I can’t even pinpoint if it’s sadness or something else.

Right after entering the house, I make up an excuse about a migraine to my parents and go into my room.

I close the door, switch on the lights, and almost get a heart attack. Click is sitting on the edge of my bed, his arms folded in front of his chest, and he’s not looking friendly.

"How did you get in here?" I only whisper because I don’t want to alert my parents to his presence.

"What part of 'I’m a highly trained and very skilled assassin' don’t you understand? Imagine how unnecessary difficult my job would be if I could only kill my targets out in the open because I’m not able to enter a house unnoticed?"

"Okay, that was a stupid question. I get it. Let me rephrase it. Why are you here?"

"Because you lied to me, Stella. And I’m not pleased about it."

"What? I didn’t lie. I’m not your freaking messenger."

"I’m not talking about that. When I got back from my debriefing, I had some time on my hands and decided to research about humans because I met a particularly fascinating specimen. While you were of course correct that your little cunt is indeed tight for a cyborg cock with my dimensions, you lied about why you tensed when I pushed inside of you. I ripped your hymen because you never had sex before."

Of course, I want to deny it, but I can feel my face practically glowing, so it will be pretty obvious that I’m lying. I say the next best thing in my opinion. "It doesn’t matter."

"Oh, it matters. It matters greatly to humans, in fact. That’s why I’m here. To talk to your father about your dowry."

"My dowry?"

"Yes, you know, because I have to marinate you."

I just stare at him blankly. How did we get from my virginity to cannibalism that quickly?

He clicks his tongue. "No. That’s the wrong word. Not marinating. Marrying. That’s it."

"No way."

Click stands up. "Those are your customs, and I will honor them. You would make an excellent mate, and I enjoyed licking your pretty cunt tremendously."

Now that’s a compliment if I ever got one.

"Okay, buddy, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"About the fact that the information you got is around six hundred years too old. Yes, for some women losing their virginity is still quite a big deal, but you don’t have to marry me because of that. This is not how these situations are handled any longer. I enjoyed our encounter. Still, I didn’t expect anything in return."

"I don’t know. You already lied to me about your virginity. I strongly feel I should talk to your father about this." Click steps toward the door.

I put both of my hands on his chest. "Please don’t." I’m certain I would die of the embarrassment.

"You’re confusing me, human. I want you as my mate so that no other male gets a taste of that pretty little cunt. How am I supposed to achieve that if you don’t let me talk to your father?"

My heart is racing. He wants me as his mate? Can I see myself dating this gorgeous piece of ass? Um, yes, I can.

"You can ask me. You can take me out to dinner, and we’ll see where this is headed."

"That sounds reasonable. Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to your father?"

"No, please don’t. I’ll do anything you want."

His eyes are gleaming. "Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

Click’s grin is way too smug.

"Wait! You already knew that those customs were outdated, right?"

"Maybe." He shrugs. "Why don’t you get undressed before I change my mind and make my presence known to your parents, my sweet female?"

I bat my lashes with a seductive smile. "Do I have choice?"

Click points to the bulge in his pants. "No."

THE END

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