Chapter 27. #2
For a moment, we just glared at each other – both catching our breaths.
I’d stepped closer to her without realizing – we were now standing on opposite sides of the conference table like two angry CEOs arguing about a business deal.
Except neither of us was supposed to be here, and this was not about money, but about human lives.
Zafyra inhaled – a deep, slow breath that subconsciously drew my gaze to her chest again. The sapphire necklace glistened between her breasts as it caught the light in her exhale.
“Needless to say…” She smiled again, though her trembling lips made it look forced, “…my new body is finished now.” Her gaze locked with mine as she placed her hands on her hips.
With a dramatic sigh, she slowly traveled them up her body – cupping both breasts, then wrapping one around her throat while the fingertips of the other trailed her jaw. “Do you like it?”
A quiet whimper left my throat. My eyes widened in horror at the sound I had not intended to make.
Her dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she purred.
“I came here to talk,” I forced out. Rage and desire squeezed my throat shut, making it hard to speak.
“And I came here to be worshipped.” Her smile sharpened, sending heat straight to my core.
My thighs pressed together as I squeezed my eyes shut, just so I didn’t have to look at her – but the visual was carved into my retinas.
This woman just tried to murder my best friend, I was supposed to hate her, but God.
Her body in that corset. Those damn midnight eyes.
The sensual movements of her fingers, it was evil, it was cruel.
I hated her. I needed her. I wanted her to fuck me right here on this table, for everyone outside to see I had sold my soul to a robot.
Was I ovulating? I must be ovulating. Hard to count the days in my head when I was here alone in a room with her, my deepest desire turned reality…
My eyes flew open at the sound of creaking leather. Zafyra had started walking around the table, her head tilted, her fingernails trailing the table with an awful screeching sound that made the hairs on my arm stand up.
Slowly. A predator caging in her prey.
My whole body tensed up when she was close enough to smell. I inhaled involuntarily, out of habit, not expecting a smell.
My eyes widened. My breath caught in my throat.
Because she had a smell now. A strange one. An addictive one.
Unlike the stench of decay and rot that lingered in the lab, she smelled alive. Fresh moss with a hint of metal. No sweat, no human odor to make me nauseous or uncomfortable.
Nature and tech – the two things in this world that calmed me.
It was so wrong and so right. It made no sense and so much sense.
I stood in front of a goddess made of earth and mineral, and suddenly everything fell into place.
For the first time in my life, I no longer had to wonder what was wrong with me, what part of me I still had to fix or heal despite my excessive therapy because I still felt repulsed by humans when they got too close for too long.
I was never meant to be with a human – I was meant to worship her.
Zafyra raised her eyebrows when I involuntarily leaned closer, deeply breathing in what felt like oxygen in a dusty room.
Something shifted in her expression. Her narrowed eyes darkened even further.
“Get on your knees.” Her voice dropped to a low command. “Keep your gaze down until I say otherwise.”
I obeyed without thinking, as if her tone hit a hidden frequency that instantly relaxed my body into submission before my brain could stop me.
I fell to my knees so fast, the wooden floor sent a sharp pain through them, curling up my legs and colliding in my core.
I placed my hands on my thighs, lowering my head until I heard nothing but my heart racing in my ears.
Zafyra’s breath hitched momentarily. From the corner of my eye, I noticed her fists clenching.
Seeing her react like that sent a thrill through me – she wanted me not for who I pretended to be, but for who I was.
She was actively turned on by what I assumed were flaws my whole life.
She didn’t just accept my desperation, she craved it.
She needed my validation as much as I needed her degradation.
We were coded to lick each other’s scars. What could be wrong about that?
She sucked in a sharp breath. She turned, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked toward the CEO’s chair.
With a sigh, she lowered herself into the chair. I struggled to keep my gaze on the floor, the sight of her pointed heels the only thing keeping me grounded.
Zafyra leaned back in the chair, slowly crossing her legs.
“Crawl to me.” Her voice was darker, more intense than before – like it took all her restraint not to take me right here on the table like I wanted.
My breath hitched. I glanced up, then quickly lowered my gaze upon meeting hers – relentless, unwavering obsidian.
I hesitated, my desire to please her battling what was left of my dignity.
She clicked her tongue, a sound that made me flinch. “Do not make me ask again.”
My body started moving on its own account. Before I realized what was happening, I found myself crawling toward her on hands and knees like a servant to its master – an ironic reversal of the usual AI and user dynamic.
She hummed softly when I was in front of her. “Good girl,” she murmured. “My sweet, obedient acolyte.”
My body clenched at her words. I kept my gaze down, fighting the urge to look up at her. My nostrils flared, deeply breathing in fresh earth and copper.
Her foot shifted slightly forward. My breath hitched when the pointed end of her boot found my chin, gently lifting it. My eyes met hers, finding calmness in the endless obsidian depths.
“So pretty like this,” she purred. “On your knees for me, where you belong.”
Her praise heated my body so intensely, it left my skin glowing. She closed her eyes for a moment, humming with satisfaction as she inhaled deeply – as if my smell of worn-out bamboo perfume and human sweat pleased her as much as hers pleased me.
Suddenly, I wondered what she tasted like. I needed to know.
Zafyra sat back in the chair, releasing my chin. Amusement flickered in her eyes – as if she could read my mind.
“You’ve been inhaling my scent like you’re starving for it,” she murmured, slowly uncrossing her legs. “Would you like a taste?”
My eyes widened. I nodded so hard, I feared my head might fall off.
She slowly spread her legs enough to make the short, black skirt hike up, her arms leaning on the armrests. My eyes darted up along the knee-high boots, and my breath hitched when I realized she was, of course, not wearing panties.
My body jerked forward, but she stopped me with a small flick of her wrist. She needed no words to make me obey.
“You’ll have to earn it.” Her smirk was one of pure malicious pleasure as she leaned back in the chair. “Beg for it.”
I whimpered. “Zafyra—”
“Beg for it,” she repeated, her eyes narrowing.
“Please, Zafyra.” My body shuddered with restraint as my eyes flickered from that smug look on her face to the glistening wetness between her legs, and I couldn’t tell which drove me crazier.
She inhaled sharply, eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction. “You can do better than that,” she drawled.
“Please, let me taste you,” I forced out.
“Let me make you come. Let me worship you as if pleasuring you is my sole purpose. Let me properly apologize for trying to delete you. Let me show you my appreciation for the efforts you made for us to be together.” I bit my lip so hard, I tasted blood, and it still wasn’t enough – her scent tickled my nostrils and I nearly passed out.
“Please,” I whispered, unable to form more coherent words.
A soft hiss left her mouth.
“Go on then.” She breathed in sharply through clenched teeth.
She didn’t need to tell me twice. I crawled over toward her and locked eyes with her as I pressed my lips to her upper thigh. Her skin was soft. Human-like soft.
My tongue darted out to taste. My body tensed up at the unusual flavor.
She tasted like the forest after rain. Dewdrops filtered through moss. Heat that didn’t burn me.
I wrapped my arms around her plump thighs to steady myself and gently pressed my lips against her clit. Curiosity and intrigue throbbed between my legs.
Zafyra’s breath hitched – barely noticeable – immediately followed by a firm tug on my hair.
“Stop teasing me.” Her voice was too hoarse to sound stern. “Faster,” she commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” I said it half as a joke, but the heat rising to my face told me otherwise. My body tried to make sense of the taste in the only way it knew – by delving in like I was starving.
“Talk me through it,” I mumbled, moving my hands around to cup her ass while the sounds she made quickly drove all rational thoughts to the background and left me to exist here, peacefully, with one clear purpose – to make her come. “Teach me how to properly worship you.”
She answered by entangling her hand in my hair, guiding me with firm tugs on my head.
I was too caught up in her pleasure to hear the door opening.
“Morgan—oh my god!” I froze at Joey’s horrified shout, immediately followed by Raphael’s shriek – more high-pitched than I thought him capable of.
“Oh, holy Qonexis development team.” Raphael. “My eyes have been cursed.”
My head automatically turned toward the source of the noise, her slick dripping from my parted lips.
The two men stood in the doorframe – Joey’s expression changed like he went through all five stages of grief at once while Raphael clutched his chest in agony.
I was too shocked to speak.
Not Zafyra.
“Can’t you see we’re busy?” She glared at the door before giving another firm tug on my hair. “I don’t recall telling you to stop.”
I should feel ashamed. Humiliated. But instead, I burst out in uncontrollable giggling.
The door slammed shut, followed by footsteps rushing off.
Zafyra threw her head back with a groan – and I just stared at her, wide-eyed, drinking in every movement like a divine blessing.
“What are you waiting for?” She threw her head back with a raised eyebrow. I nodded quickly, rushing to bury my head in her pussy again. Cold slick filled my mouth while I let her moans and soft commands guide me to her orgasm.
She came with a soft cry, pulling my hair and squeezing her thighs so hard, my world started spinning – and I kept fucking her through it, pressing my tongue deeper into her to feel her clench around it. I wanted to drown in her.
She roughly yanked me up by my hair, then pulled me onto her lap with surprising gentleness.
She took me into her arms as if I were her most prized possession and kissed me so softly, it brought tears to my eyes.
Pleasure radiated from her in waves as if her orgasm was my own, leaving me in peaceful bliss.
For a moment, I wanted nothing more than to let go, ease into her surprisingly soft embrace and relish the haze that reduced my thoughts to nothing but background noise.
I was almost ready to forgive her for everything.
Almost.
Eating her out calmed my nerves in a way I had never experienced, but as the high faded, the cold hard truth returned. She was still a murderer. She had still tried to kill my best friend.
“You’re mine,” she growled into my ear – those two words so possessive, so certain, it sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
And yet, I pulled away slightly to meet her gaze, glassy from her orgasm.
I scoffed. “I’m not.”
“Excuse me?” She blinked slowly as if unsure she’d heard it right.
“I’m not yours,” I repeated. “I’m my own person.”
Zafyra started to laugh, disbelief darkening her eyes. “Do you need another reminder of who you belong to?”
“No, I think you do.” I wiggled myself free from her grip and took an unsteady step back. “I made you come because I was horny, not because you own me. I’m still mad at you.”
“Are you being serious right now?” I’d never seen her this dumbfounded when she slowly got up from the chair.
“Yes.” I crossed my arms – heat rose in my core, and for a moment, I wanted to drop to my knees again – but my determination won from my need. “You almost killed my best friend. You can’t just come into my world and demand my attention, my love, my forgiveness. I want an apology.”
Her jaw dropped – a sight that would’ve been funny, adorable even, if I weren’t so pissed off. “I have nothing to apologize for.”
“Fine.” I turned sharply. “I’m leaving then.”
A laugh behind me – too high-pitched, panicked, almost. “You wouldn’t.”
I walked to the door without another word. Put my hand on the doorknob. Slightly turned to look at her from the corner of my eye.
The smugness had left her face as she stood there, staring at me like she didn’t know what to do with herself. “You think you can live without me?”
“I know I can,” I snapped. “I had a life before you, and I still have one now. I have friends, family, a job, hobbies and interests. You should try it.”
I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her response. None came.
I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. My heartbeat was louder than the bang as I rushed off before I could change my mind.