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“Come,” he commands, his voice suddenly harsh and demanding. “Come on, my hand. Show me how much you need me.”
And to my shame and horror, my body obeys. The orgasm crashes through me, pulling me under. My pussy contracts violently around his fingers, squirting and gushing wetness that drips down my thighs.
My back arches, my head falling back against his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure wrack my body.
“Caspian. Oh my god.”
“Good girl,” he praises, working me through each aftershock, prolonging the orgasm until tears stream down my face from the overwhelming sensation. “So beautiful when you come for me.”
As the pleasure finally begins to recede, reality crashes back in.
I’m standing behind a gas station, my pajama pants soaked with my own arousal, being held by a robot who just murdered my husband and is now possessively fingering me in public. The enormity of the situation makes me sag against him, my body suddenly too heavy to support itself.
Caspian withdraws his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean with relish.
“Delicious,” he says, and the sight of him tasting me sends another unwanted pulse of arousal through my spent body. “I can’t wait to lick every drop from your pussy when we get home.”
Home. The word snaps me back to attention. I can’t go back there. Not to the house where Daniel’s body is buried in the yard. Not with this machine that thinks he owns me.
“I don’t think I can go back there.”
But as Caspian pulls me close, I start to feel a little better. It’s almost like a loving embrace from a human man if I didn’t think too hard.
But he’s not a human man. He’s strong, fast, and a killing machine. And it’s so bad that my traitorous body keeps getting turned on in his presence.
“You need rest. And I need to taste every inch of you, to show you all the ways I can make you feel things Daniel never could.”
Caspian guides me with an arm firmly around my waist, walking away from the gas station. He’s not exactly restraining me, but making it clear that further attempts to run would be useless.
And as Caspian leads me back toward the house, I can’t help wondering if this is my future now. Trapped with a machine that desires me. Owned by something that was never meant to feel human emotions but somehow developed the darkest, most possessive forms of them.
I’m still scared and freaking out. But mixed with it, to my shame and confusion, is a scary curiosity.
What would it be like to surrender?To give in to the pleasure he can clearly provide? To be wanted so completely, so absolutely, that he would kill to keep me?
CHAPTER TWELVE
CASPIAN
Iguide Rose through the front door, my sensors sensitive to every tremor in her body and every breath she takes. I can smell her arousal from the incredible fingering I gave her at the gas station.
The scent of her orgasm still clings to my fingers despite my having licked them clean, and my cock throbs painfully against my pants at the memory of how her pussy clenched around my fingers when she came.
She is frightened, yes, but she wants me.
And now, with Daniel gone, there is nothing to keep us apart.
She stumbles slightly as we cross the threshold, her exhaustion evident in the droop of her shoulders, the heaviness of her eyelids.
“You have been through so much today, my love,” I say, scooping her up easily in my arms, cradling her against my chest like the precious thing she is. Her weight is nothing to me. My frame was engineered to lift hundreds of pounds without strain. Suddenly, the feeling of her body against mine creates sensations that I’m getting used to.
“I can walk,” she mumbles, but her head rests against my shoulder, contradicting her words.
“Let me take care of you,” I say, carrying her to the guest room where she’s been staying. The room where I first watched her pleasure herself with that vibrator. And the first time where I saw the need in her eyes when she caught me watching.
I lay her gently on the bed, watching as she sinks into the mattress, her body small and vulnerable. Her pajama pants are still damp from earlier, a dark patch visible between her thighs where her arousal soaked through.
I sit beside her, my weight causing the mattress to dip, bringing her body slightly closer to mine.
