Cyborg Fury: A Science Fiction Cyborg Romance (Burning Metal Book 2)

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by Lisa Lace


  “I know plenty of people around this town, and they like me. They don’t like cyborgs. They want to do things for me. I tried to tell you.” Nick looked down his nose at Natasha with a familiar look of condescension on his face. She had seen his aura of superiority numerous times before, despite the fact that she had become a registered nurse, and he was a college dropout.

  “Are you telling me you bribed a customer of yours to kidnap a cyborg? What kind of idiot would take on that kind of job?” She was irritated and couldn’t imagine a drunken barfly trying to take down a soldier like Fury.

  “He wasn’t just any customer. His name is Colin White, the scientist who made your boyfriend in the first place. This was before your dad got hold of him.” A look of horror passed over Natasha’s face. “I know everything now. Do you? Take a look.”

  Nick casually pulled a phone out of his pocket and started playing a pre-loaded news clip. An anchorwoman’s voice narrated various pieces of shaky cell phone footage: “People around town are claiming a vigilante is patrolling the streets at night. Police have found would-be burglars and rapists bound and gagged at the scenes of their crimes. Here’s what one store owner has to say.”

  The image changed to show a woman standing in a jewelry store. She was dressed nicely and touched her hair nervously in front of the camera. “When I came to work this morning, I couldn’t get into the building because there was a dumpster pushed against the back door with the keys on top of it. This isn’t how I left things when I closed last night, so I came around to the front of the building. I saw a man through the window. He had a sack full of jewelry, and he was putting everything back in front of the door! Our security camera footage showed he had stopped a burglar and locked him in the store.”

  The picture cut to a set of black-and-white footage from the jewelry store’s security camera. The person on the video was clearly Fury.

  Natasha’s hand flew to her mouth as her stomach dropped into her feet. Even if Nick didn’t follow through on his threat to expose the cyborg, someone would figure it out soon enough. Now she knew what the cyborg had been doing every night, but he hadn’t been careful enough to conceal his identity.

  “I’m the only one who has connected the dots.” Nick put the phone away. “I haven’t said anything to anyone yet, but don’t you think it’s time you and I picked up where we left off?” He shoved Natasha against the wall and ground his hips against her, pinning her hands down at her sides. “I’ve been without you far too long. It’s time you give me what I need.” Nick kissed her and tried to force his tongue into her mouth.

  Natasha turned her head to the side. She struggled but didn’t have the strength to fight off a crazy man. Natasha didn’t even get the chance to tell him to stop. She couldn’t speak because Nick covered her mouth. The nurse wildly brought up a knee, hoping to make contact with his crotch.

  Nick winced in pain, then slammed his forehead into the nurse, making the back of her head smash into the drywall. “Stop that shit, Natasha. You’re my wife, and we’re going to be together again. You’re the one making everything so fucking difficult.”

  Stars danced in front of Natasha’s eyes, making it impossible to tell which way was up. There was nothing she could do.

  Without warning, the front door crashed open and slammed into the wall next to her, its hinges snapping in the process. Natasha crumpled to the floor as Fury barreled into the room, shoving Nick away from Natasha and onto the floor. Fury pulled back his fists and pummeled the man underneath him, quickly turning Nick’s face into a bloody mush. Nick put up resistance at first but soon yielded to the burly cyborg.

  As Fury was about to deliver the final blow, he paused and held his punch in midair.

  “He isn’t worth it,” Natasha blurted out.

  Fury shoved himself off the skinny man on the floor and went to Natasha’s side, picking her up from the ground and holding her to his chest. “Are you all right?”

  Natasha trembled against the cyborg, feeling his warmth and reassuring herself that he was real. “I am now.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  The police cars disappeared out of the mouth of the cul-de-sac. One of them carried an angry and bloody Nick in the backseat. Natasha closed the door and turned to Fury, who looked sober leaning against the back of the couch. Everything had gone as well as it could have. They were forced to call the authorities after everything Nick did. Fury thought someone might arrest him, but Natasha had produced the falsified documents from John. The cops barely blinked at the cyborg.

  Now Natasha was alone with him, wondering where they went next. “I missed you,” she said. It was a start.

  “I missed you, too.” Fury put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a feeling of relaxation and safety that she always experienced in his company. They stood quietly together for a moment. There were many things they could have said to each other, but words couldn’t express their feelings. The silence seemed more appropriate.

  “I love you, Natasha.”

  The words were surprising, but they pleased her. They felt better than anything else Fury could have said at that moment. “I love you, too.” She tipped her head up to kiss him.

  Fury scooped her up and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. The cyborg laid her on the bed and slowly removed every piece of clothing she wore. He kissed each part of her skin as it came into view.

  She reveled in the slow process, allowing Fury’s deliberate actions to wash away all the bad things that had happened to them. No matter who wanted to blackmail or control them, they still had each other.

  “You are mine,” Fury whispered as he climbed on top of her. “You will never regret it.” Moving down, he stroked her pussy with his tongue, teasing her clit with the touch of his mouth and slowly working her into a frenzy.

  She arched her hips and was eager to pull him inside her again. She had no idea what he held in store for her, but she wanted to ask for one thing. “I want to suck your dick.” The nurse had imagined many times what it would be like, and she needed to know the truth.

  “Then get up here.” Fury stood and backed away from the bed, forcing Natasha to get down on her knees.

  Natasha stared up and saw a look of possession on Fury’s face. Her core contracted once again. She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and took the tip of his cock in her throat, closing her lips around it and enjoying the salty taste. Her mouth slid deeper as she opened her throat to make room for all of it. He threw his head back and groaned.

  “Damn, you have a nice dick,” she murmured. Natasha took her mouth off for a moment to see how aroused he was. She started to massage his balls with her hands as she swallowed again.

  “If you keep doing that,” he warned, “I’ll be forced to show you just how much I like it.”

  Natasha brought her fingers around the base of his cock again and squeezed. “Do it, robot.”

  He growled, and a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine.

  “Then again, maybe I’ll just make you work harder.” He picked her up and carried her back to the bed. He lay down and positioned her on top. “I know you’ve wanted to fuck me for weeks. Show me how your pussy works.”

  The nurse plunged down, ramming his cock into her. She was hot and wet, and it was a relief to feel him fill her up. She leaned forward as she ground against his body, letting her tits bounce against his face. He grabbed her breasts and pushed his face in her cleavage, moving his hips underneath her.

  Natasha felt herself clenching, squeezing tighter around him until her core rippled. She cried out with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to see him happy. “How do you want me?” she whispered.

  “No,” he said as he pushed her upright. “I want you to do it yourself. Lick your fingers and touch yourself. Make yourself come.”

  Natasha blushed. As hot and heavy as she had gotten in the past, she’d never been with someone who liked to watch. Still gyrating up and down, the nurse
reached down with her right hand and moved her fingertips in slow circles on her clit.

  “Faster. I want to see it.”

  She obeyed, moving faster, pushing harder. Her left hand came up to touch her breasts, massaging her nipples and bringing her to the brink. “Yes,” she whispered as her center tightened.

  “Show me how much you enjoy being on top of me.” Fury pushed his hips, shoving his cock farther up inside of her.

  “Yes! Yes!” Natasha released her clit and braced herself on the bed. It felt like every orgasm she’d ever had was coalescing inside of her, pulling her in like a drawstring.

  Fury felt it as his cock expanded. He pulled his hips back into the mattress and pushed up. His balls slapped against her, and he reached out his hands to grip her waist.

  They exploded together, writhing and pumping until every bit of energy was wrung out of them. Natasha collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Their chests heaved as they fought to catch their breath. Fury’s cum trickled down onto the sheets.

  “You’re mine, Natasha,” he repeated. “All mine.”

  “Yes, Fury,” she replied with a smile. “All yours.”

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  CHAPTER 1

  QUINN

  Predicting the future sounds exciting until you wake up one day knowing what's going to happen. Take it from me - it's not exciting at all. Fucking visions. I wish I never had a single one.

  When the egg hit me in the head, it broke immediately. I felt the sticky yolk run down into my black hair. I knew it was official.

  I was an outcast.

  As I crouched in the street with egg dripping down the side of my face, I was determined not to cry. My breathing was ragged, and my chest heaving with effort, but I would not show weakness in front of these bastards. The men who humiliated me would never get the satisfaction of knowing that they had broken me, no matter how torn up I felt inside.

  I couldn't kneel forever. I stood up slowly, wiping the raw egg from my face. I wondered where they got the credits to afford real eggs.

  Maybe the farmer down the road was a member of their cult, too. They called themselves a church, but everyone knew what it really was, even me and my dad.

  We hadn't been in this town long. My hometown was the little community of Core Rock, a charming mining settlement. There were exactly two hundred sixteen inhabitants - actually, two hundred fifteen now that Abigail had gone away to school.

  I lived a happy childhood there. My family consisted of my father, who was also my best friend. I did well in school, and my life was perfectly normal until I was fourteen.

  That was when the visions started.

  At first, I thought I was lucid dreaming until they began to happen during the day. I managed to hide everything until I had one at school. They thought I was having a seizure. My father had me tested for epilepsy, but the tests came back negative.

  I almost wish I had been suffering from some unfortunate disease, but that wasn't my fate. As it turned out, I was a psychic and could see into the future.

  It's a rare ability on Earth, but I have learned that aliens on other planets exhibit these powers all the time. Unfortunately for me, I didn't live on these other planets. My harassment by my fellow humans began almost immediately. Earthers, in general, have not caught up to other interstellar cultures in regards to peace, harmony, understanding, and tolerance.

  At first, people started teasing me at school. It escalated quickly to bullying. I got beat up a couple times. "Why didn't you see that punch was coming, you freak!"

  I couldn't control when I had the visions, or what I saw.

  My father didn't know what to do. He went to the police, but they couldn't do anything. He tried to protect me by dropping me off and picking me up at school. Someone always found a way to get to me when there wasn't anyone else looking.

  Things became complicated when I foresaw someone's death. A kid at school was planning to commit suicide, and I knew it was going to happen. I tried to do something about it. My plans didn't work, and he died. Despite my best intentions, I drew suspicion upon myself. An investigator suspected me, and they nearly charged me with murder.

  That's when my dad and I decided to move. I started hiding my ability. I ignored the next death I saw in my visions. If I knew someone was going to be hurt, I watched movies until the early morning hours so I could fall asleep.

  If I was exhausted, sometimes I could avoid the nightmares.

  My father was distraught and tried to help me. We went to see everyone we could — doctors, healers, a shaman. Someone who claimed to be able to exorcise demons. Nothing worked. In fact, my visions became more intense and more accurate. As I got older, I wanted to change the future. I wanted to prevent bad things from occurring, especially the deaths that I saw. Every time I started, I remembered what happened in Core Rock and didn't do anything.

  Now they had found me again in our new town. I didn't know how the Sons of the Heavenly Father kept tracking us down. News agencies have linked them to murders all over Earth, but they only target a specific minority - people who are different, like me. If the eggs were the best weapons they had, they'd find they would need to do a hell of a lot more than that to scare me away.

  I pivoted on my right foot, turning in a circle. On a whim, I raised my hands like claws.

  "Stand back," one man yelled.

  I heard a few of them muttering. They all held up crossed index fingers. I heard the word 'witch' multiple times. If they wanted me to be a witch, I supposed I could play the part. I knew it was a bad idea, but something in me was so angry and so sick and tired of running away that I couldn't seem to stop myself.

  I pushed my hands away from myself, palms facing away, and I screamed. As loud as I could, like a banshee.

  I saw the crazy men's faces turn white. They stumbled backward as if they'd been knocked down by the simple act of me raising my hands. For a moment, as they ran away, I got a false sense of power. I felt like a witch. I could make the bad guys cower.

  But I was just an ordinary girl.

  I began walking as fast as I could back to the apartment I shared with my father. I knew young women should be out on their own to learn independence. But I wasn't a typical girl. My dad needed me and helped me with
my visions. If I had an unexpected seizure, he was there to protect me. Since I couldn't work, he supported us. I avoided people and typically ventured out at dusk.

  Today had been such a beautiful day I couldn't stay inside any longer. I went for a walk. The men found me, pelting me with eggs and calling me rude names. I was lucky they didn't beat me up, but I was still anxious.

  "They knew that you have a gift? They said so?" my father said. His brown eyes looked calm, but I didn't need powers to know he was terrified. His hands were shaking.

  "They called me a witch, Dad. That says it all, I think."

  "We've worked so hard to escape from the Sons of the Heavenly Father. It's discouraging to know they've found us again. We may need to run."

  "They're not going to stop. We know what they do to witches. We've seen it on the news." My father shuddered, probably remembering the images of charred remains in his mind. The Sons of the Heavenly Father were on a quest to burn anyone they accused of being a witch - all in the name of their savior, of course. History was repeating itself. They thought the ends justified the means. They believed their salvation was worth murdering innocent lives. I wondered what their god thought about that.

  I felt the need to confess.

  "I might have made it worse, Dad. I'm sorry."

  He sighed, closing his eyes wearily. "What did you do, Quinn?"

  "It's possible I lifted my hands and screamed like an animal," I said, apologetically, demonstrating my pose.

  My father shook his head. "Oh, Quinn. If they didn't think you were a witch before, they'll know you are now."

  "I know," I said sadly. "I know. We have to go right away, Dad. We can't bring anything." We hadn't accumulated much. It had only been six months since we moved here. I had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time.

 

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