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“Don’t be like that…” I grabbed her thighs to flip her back over, when she clamped that already tight cunt down on me so hard I couldn’t think.

“I said…no…fucking…pictures.” With each word, she slammed her pussy into me harder.

“Fuuuuuuuckkk…fine, whatever you say, doll.”

She rolled her hips, and I pressed my fingers into the flesh of her ass. She brought one hand up to tweak her own nipple, her head falling back.

She was a vision.

Fuck, maybe I’d done too much Vector again, but I swore as I watched her ride me, she was glowing. She looked down into my eyes, and damn, she was beautiful. I mean, she was hot as hell, and she knew exactly what she was doing with that warm cunt, but something in her eyes had me lost in them.

My Flux rose along with that deep tightening in my stomach, and I wanted nothing more than to destroy her with it.

Electricity arced over my skin, and her eyes locked on mine immediately. Her hand snapped back when it connected with the current.

“Oh, you’re one of those?”

“That a problem?” My fingers sank into the flesh of her hips, and she moaned softly.

“Not as long as you keep going.” She rolled her hips faster, and I was almost done for. She set her hands on my chest and leaned down, our faces just inches apart as I felt my cock sliding in and out of her. I hadn’t expected a Sky girl like her to be a Flux chaser.

“Freaky slut.” I grabbed her lip with my teeth and she hissed—but her cunt tightened around me. I felt her legs begin to shake, crying out as she came and clamped down on me.

That was all I needed. I felt the condom fill as she milked my orgasm out of me. My Flux spiked, but I kept it inside. Didn’t need to give her more than she could handle.

As she came down, her eyes lowered to my chest. She unlocked her fingers and traced them over my skin, to where my tattoo glowed under my collarbone, activated by my Flux. Well, it looked like a tattoo anyway.

Her brow furrowed.

“Something wrong?” It wasn’t a look I was used to getting after I had a woman shaking like that. I pulled the condom off, tied it, and tossed it off the bed.

“No. Where did you get these?”

“Long story, doll.”

Her finger skimmed over my skin, the nail just barely biting in. She trailed lower until she caught the edge of my nipple piercing and gave it a tug.

“Ow, so rough,” I said.

Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall.

“Am I boring you?”

Her gaze snapped back to me. “Just wondering if you wanted to go again.”

“Greedy. You already ready for another?”

The corner of her mouth twitched, and I realized something. I moved my thumb over her hip and pressed it into the swollen nub of her clit. She leaned into it instead of pulling away.

She had fucking faked it.

I flipped her onto her back, and she let out a soft giggle that had me seething. No way was I letting her out of here before I’d completely ruined her. I wanted her fucked to within an inch of death.

I wasn’t a machine, so my cock wasn’t ready for it yet—but I had other ways.

I knelt on the bed between her legs, and she spread herself.

“Looks like maybe you’re not up for it.” The spark in her eyes was mocking. She was about to regret it.

“Oh, I’m up for it. In fact, this is my fucking specialty.”

It was risky, but fuck it—I’d get medical to dose me up with their anti-STD cocktail tomorrow morning.

She spread herself wider so I could see how wet she still was.

“Fuck. Bet none of those Sky District boys appreciate what they’ve got?”

“They certainly don’t.”

I crawled toward her, heat rising in her eyes with every inch I closed.

Grabbing her leg, I traced my thumb down the soft skin of her inner thigh, watching her writhe beneath me.

I slid it over that beautiful, pink cunt—still gaping from my cock—until I landed on her most sensitive point. Her back arched, and she gasped.

I flopped down on my stomach, admiring how she quivered. I inhaled deeply—the smell of her arousal better than any drug made in a lab.

Her head popped up. “What are you—”

I dove into her, my tongue sliding straight inside her swollen pussy. She bucked her hips and tried to squirm away, but I locked my hands over the tops of her thighs, holding her to me.

“Relax, doll. You might just enjoy yourself.”

I flattened my tongue and ran it across her, then flicked the tip over her clit. She squirmed again as I pressed my tongue into her and trapped her clit between it and my teeth.

“Don’t—” she started, just as I tugged everything, and she let out a sound that was a mix between a cry and a moan. She didn’t resist again.

I dove in deeper, practically burying my whole fucking face inside her. She was mine now—and she tasted fucking delicious. Every time I rolled over her clit, more of her arousal flooded my tongue, and I drank it down like ambrosia from heaven.

Goddamn, I loved pussy. But this one was something else.

I devoured her until her legs were thrashing against me. I sucked her clit into my mouth again and pushed three fingers up inside her. Her thighs clamped around my head.

“Careful, I need that.” I chuckled.

Her hand slid to the back of my head, pressing me down again.

“Cy, don’t fucking stop.”

Oh, now I was rock hard again. I ground my cock into the mattress beneath me, but who was I to deny the lady?

I moved faster, my tongue working in tandem with my fingers, which I could feel pressing up against that ribbed surface as I curled them back toward my mouth.

She was moaning in earnest now, clenching around me—and there was no lie this time. I just needed to send her over the edge, to make sure she never forgot me between her thighs.

I flattened my tongue and pressed my stud against her clit, the metal conducting as I sent a spark of my Flux straight into her.

“Oh fuuuuckk…”

I felt it as she came—her inner walls crashing down on my fingers as she released all over my face. I licked up what I could, and fuck, that was good. She spasmed for a long time, and I kept teasing her until she lay there completely spent, her hand still gently resting on my head.

I looked up at her from between her legs and saw her breasts heaving, flushed a perfect red along with her face.

That was better.

She pushed up onto her elbows and looked down at me. There was a confused look on her face, but I knew she was just processing.

I wish I could see her face when she realized she’d never have another night like this one—and that all those rich boys would leave her wanting. I’d have to settle for just fucking her until she came around my cock for real this time.

“Why did you do that?” Her eyes were defocused, still lost in space.

“You complaining? I don’t like when things aren’t even.

” I crawled over her, my weight bearing down on her as I slid my hard cock along the smooth skin of her stomach, my piercing catching slightly.

“Almost as much as I don’t like liars.” I leaned down and bit the flesh at the crook of her neck, and she arched up into me with a perfect whimper.

I pulled back, and there was just enough fear in her eyes to have me twitching, leaking all over her stomach.

Then her eyes sharpened again, and she rolled off the bed.

“I need to…” She didn’t finish before fleeing into the bathroom.

I flopped onto my back, stroking myself. The sink turned on.

She had five minutes to collect herself before I busted into that bathroom and fucked her against the filthy sink.

I kept pumping my cock to stay hard and reached for my Vysor. Might as well check in—I was technically still working.

I slipped it on. No new messages.

Strange, especially when we were out on a job like this. I recorded a memo and sent it to Maddox. But instead of confirmation, a red error popped up.

Message not sent.

A frown pulled at my lips. I flipped through a few more screens until—

Communication System Malfunction.

Fuck. Guess I wasn’t getting another round in.

I flung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled on my pants, standing up to close the clasp, when the entire floor of the building shook.

“Fuck, what was—”

But another tremor rocked the floor, and this time I heard it: the distinctive sound of a Stellarium explosion. White light poured in through the negligible window in the room, and my suspicions were confirmed.

An attack—and likely on the Green District data center, based on the location. And I had no fucking comms.

I scrambled to the door, when the sound of the running sink stopped me.

Cy, don’t fucking stop.

I hadn’t told her my name.

I’d felt the tiny pulse of electricity when she grabbed me in the bar. It had reacted with my Flux—like calling to like. I’d been so fucking hard I hadn’t paid attention. So ready to ruin her that I didn’t realize she was fucking playing me.

I grabbed my gun from the holster and kicked down the bathroom door.

“Bitch, you better—”

But as I swept my aim around the bathroom, I saw what I already knew. She was gone. The tiny window in the shower was slightly ajar.

“Fuuuucckkkk!”

I swung around, ready to crash the butt of my pistol into the mirror above the sink, when I froze.

In hot pink lipstick, scrawled across the reflective surface, was a message inside a giant heart:

Until next time, doll.

The O was stamped with the imprint of her perfect, cock-sucking lips.