Fraggin’ hole. She was evil.
But she was also clever. His obtained items had to be hidden.
Malice stalked to the wall panel. It wouldn’t be a hardship to remove. Since the injection, he buzzed with energy, could possibly break down the door, escape if he wanted to do that.
And now he would be armed during that liberation. He peeled back the panel, set the items inside the small cavity behind it, returned the thin metal covering to where it had been. Seeking to smooth the dents, he ran his palms over the surface. The surface flattened.
No one would process he’d accessed it.
He turned to face his enemy.
Except for her.
“I see the suspicion on your face.” Her tone was dry. “The scalpel is mine. If the Humanoid Alliance finds it, they’ll know you got it from me, and they’ll execute me.” She touched the skin under her chin.
It would be soft against her fingertips. He folded his fingers into fists. All of her was soft.
Except for her heart. That was hard and cold.
“Why are you helping me?” He indulged his curiosity.
She would tell him lies. He couldn’t believe anything she said, including her wild claim about the Humanoid Alliance possibly executing her.
But he wanted to hear the story she’d fabricated. That would entertain him and entertain Valor, who was also listening to every word she said.
The E Model punctuated each of her statements with his own observations, filling the transmission lines with chatter. Malice had pushed that side conversation to the back of his processors, concentrating fully on the medic, their enemy.
“Why am I doing this?” The female’s gaze lost focus. “Help as many as you can.”
What the frag did that mean? Was she helping him or helping the Humanoid Alliance?
He huffed.
Her attention returned to him, her gaze sharpening. “Someone should escape this horrible place.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “And that someone won’t be me.”
“You’re not a captive.” He deleted that possibility from his processors. “You can escape at any time.”
She stroked the skin under her chin again. “I can escape at any time.” A tinge of humor lit her eyes, banishing the sadness there. “You’re right about that point.”
“I’m right about all points.” He took a step toward her.
Her reply, with its specific wording, had suggested that wasn’t the truth. It implied she was a captive.
That was a lie. His lips flattened. She had free range of movement, could enter his chamber whenever she wanted to torture him.
She gazed at him.
He looked back at her, not bothering to hide his disgust, his loathing of her and her kind.
She sighed, that sad sound pulling at a heart he should have long ago hardened to her manipulations. “Nothing I say will stop you from hating me, will it?”
Malice stared at her. Was that what she wanted—his forgiveness?
He wouldn’t ever give that to her. “I plan to fraggin’ kill you.” He couldn’t process why he was delaying that sure-to-be pleasurable act.
“Ahhh…” The medic’s expression brightened once more. “Hating me would make that easier to do.” She nodded, acting as though she had everything all figured out.
That made one being who’d accomplished that. His processors spun.
“Wait for a planet rotation to kill me.” She said that as though that decision was hers.
It wasn’t her decision. It was his. “If I wait for a planet rotation, I’ll be the being killed.”
She would ensure he never got another opportunity to damage her.
“You could be killed.” She surprised him with that admission. “I could be killed before we have an opportunity to see each other again. Neither of us is safe in this horrid place.”
There was a bleakness in her eyes he didn’t like.
It passed quickly from her countenance, like clouds racing across a sun, yet lingered with him, making him want to kill beings.
One of those beings should be her.
She angled her form toward his, acting as though he was her confidant, not her killer. “I vow to you”—her tone was deceptively earnest—“if we’re both still alive when the next rest cycle comes, I’ll return to your chamber and you can end my lifespan yourself.”
Malice lifted his eyebrows. “Why would I trust you to do that?”
She pursed her lips.
There was a pause.
Then that lush flesh curved into a smile.
“Trust me. Don’t trust me.” She shrugged. “My fate remains the same. It is only your fate you’re fucking with.”
How could her fate remain the same if one of the possibilities was she would die?
He frowned at her. “Your brain is malfunctioning.” Her lies were contradicting each other.
“It likely is malfunctioning.” She threw back her head and laughed, the sound of her mirth echoing in the chamber.
There was a wildness about his normally reserved medic this shift, a daring, a boldness.
It called to him, excited his primitive C Model nature, pushed him to trust her, his enemy, with his cock, his fate, everything.
His response to her wasn’t logical.
His brain and processors must be malfunctioning also.
“I’ll give you another decision to make, cyborg.” The blasted female compounded his damage by spreading her thighs wider. Her pussy glistened with wetness. The scent of her bombarded his nostrils, stroked along his shaft. “The time for talking is over. Either kill me or fuck me.”
He should kill her. There was a 99.5214 percent probability she was setting him up for some sick new kind of torture.
But he needed her. Badly. His big form ached with yearning.
And she was right there, slick and willing and oh-so-soft.
Malice strode toward her, his soul gripped by purpose, his body shaking with anticipation. Before he put his hands around her neck and squeezed, he would take her one more time.
He would breed with her with everything he had, venting his frustration, his anger, on her slender curves, coming inside her until he had nothing left.
That would end his fascination with the human female.
“My choice is both.” His gaze locked with hers. “I will fuck you and kill you.”
He clasped her hips, holding her in place, positioned himself at her tight little entrance, and slammed into her, burying himself up to his base in her wet heat.
“Yes.” His little medic shrieked her approval.
Fraggin’ hole. She was a formidable and enthralling foe.
But he would defeat her.
Chapter Five
Malice fucked her two more times. Vigorously.
Illona embraced the passion, the sweet agony, the rare connection with another being, with the cyborg she’d wanted for the past solar cycle and a half.
And she waited for him to kill her.
After the fourth fuck, he withdrew from her, paced around the perimeter of the space. The male was gloriously naked and moving quickly, his muscles rippling as he strode. If she had the opportunity, she would watch him all planet rotation. He was magnificent.
Judging by his expression, she wouldn’t be granted that gift. Her warrior’s face was dark. His lips were flat, grimly set. His eyes blazed with energy.