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Haunting Blackie

Laurann
Dohner

 

Book 8 in the Cyborg Seduction
series. It is advisable to read the books in order to get the most enjoyment
from the series.

 

Eve’s mission is to rescue cyborgs
from termination centers on Earth. She is blindsided by the overwhelming
attraction that draws her to one of them. He’s handsome, sexy, and she wants
him, craves his touch as she has no other. She must send him to freedom but she
makes him promise to wait for her.

Blackie cannot forget the
courageous woman who saved him. He never learned whether she died during the
rebellion or just changed her mind about leaving with him but he holds her
within his lonely heart. He exists to serve the Cyborg Council and protect the
new world cyborgs have created. This changes when he discovers the woman who
haunts his dreams is alive and the cyborg leaders left her behind to die. He’ll
never lose her again and he’ll fight his own kind to avenge and keep her.

 

A Romantica®
sci-fi erotic romance
from Ellora’s
Cave

 

Haunting Blackie
Laurann Dohner

 

Dedication

 

To “the one” in my life. Thank you for always being so
wonderful and supportive.

Prologue

The past

 

His pain receptor implants had been disabled. He was no
longer capable of controlling the pain his captors inflicted. Agony streamed
from almost every nerve ending in his body. He remembered all the horrific
things the guards had done to him over the past days and couldn’t even wish for
death. They wouldn’t allow him to die until they deemed his punishment
complete.

The room was hazed in blue lights and the machines provided
a steady source of sound to assure him he lived, if his existence could be
called such. It hurt to move his head when he looked down his body as he lay
sprawled on an examining table. They’d given him a low dose of poison to keep
him down, weakened and suffering, while they exacted revenge for his defiance.
He’d been tortured, severe damage done to almost every part of him, and it
would be hours before he healed.

Cuts and bruises marred his chest. A bloody gash on his
shoulder hurt the worst. A guard had enjoyed making that wound, a smile on his
face when he’d wielded the machete-style weapon. He’d refused a direct order
when he’d attacked the guards instead of meekly stepping inside the large room
they’d indicated he should enter. He understood it was an incinerator. It meant
death. He wanted to live.

Doors whooshed open and he closed his eyes, not wanting to
see another face hovering over him as they relished their cruel handiwork.
Strong shackles restrained his wrists and ankles or he’d fight until they ended
his suffering.

“Oh god,” a feminine voice whispered. Gentle fingers
trembled as they stroked along his jawline.

Curiosity forced him to look at the woman. Her eyes were
full of unmasked concern.

“What have they done to you?”

It was impossible to believe that she felt any semblance of
compassion for him. No one ever showed emotion unless it was disdain, cold
indifference, or malicious glee. Her hand left his face to push buttons on the
table and the restraints released his limbs.

“You are going to be okay. I’ll get you out of here.” She
turned her head, glancing around. “You have to help me. You’re a big one.” She
looked back at him, peering deeply into his eyes. “Can you walk?”

“Yes,” he rasped, his voice coming out unusually harsh after
his earlier screams. They’d inflicted so much pain he had been unable to remain
silent during the worst of the torture.

She backed up a little and he struggled to sit up. The woman
must have realized his dilemma and she wrapped a thin arm around his waist,
assisting him as he managed to struggle upright.

“Lean on me.”

She was little, the top of her head not quite reaching his
shoulder when he stood. She had pale skin and was clearly human. He wondered why
she was there. No one cared about him. No one like her ever would. It was
almost as if she was there to help him escape but that didn’t make sense. She
probably worked in the hellish place. He tried to stay upright without
assistance but his damaged legs shook as he fully settled on them.

“Listen to me,” she urged, pushing against his side to
support more of his weight. “All prototypes have general information downloaded
during their growth cycle inside the lab. You’ll know how to fly the transport
I’m taking you to. Trust your instincts if your mind is fuzzy. You can talk and
understand me so I know they didn’t wipe your mind.”

They reached the door and she paused, staring intently
through the glass. He followed her gaze but didn’t see anyone. Her hand settled
on the door and she pushed the release to open it. They stepped into the
hallway together.

“Remember this mission call signal—895589. Program that into
the locator. It will take you to the others. Trust them. They are going to help
you. Repeat the numbers now.”

“895589.”

“Good.” She staggered a bit under his weight but kept them
on the move.

He tried to straighten to keep from crushing her.

“The transport will take you to safety when you order it to.”

He noticed the cameras and came to a halt.

“Don’t worry about those. I put the feed for them on a loop.
We have a five-minute window while the guards are changing shifts, plus however
long it takes them to realize it’s the same footage.” She tugged on him until
they reached a set of sealed doors.

The thick metal panels swished apart when she tapped the
electronic pad, revealing a small room. He knew it was an elevator despite
never remembering seeing one before. She urged him inside and the doors closed,
sealing them in the confined space.

“This is the hard part.” She wiggled a little until her
chest pressed against his, still holding on to him. Her chin lifted and she
stared at him with big blue eyes. “Disable the pilot even if you have to kill
him. You know how to fight, it’s standard downloaded information. I know you’re
hurt but you’re stronger than you think.” She reached up, cupped his cheek. “You’re
healing already. You will fully recover.”

“Downloaded?” He was having a difficult time understanding
what she meant.

“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but you were grown
in a vat.” Sympathy flashed in her eyes and her voice softened, perhaps from
pity. “It takes a while for you to develop physically so they use that time to
install programs while you’re kept unconscious. It’s more efficient if they
have fully functioning units when you’re woken and pulled from the growth labs.
They can actually put you in uniform and send you off to work within the same
hour.”

He wanted to ask questions but she cut him off.

“It’s how you can talk and understand me. Language skills.
They have a whole list of standard programs they download until you just wake
up knowing stuff. Fighting. Flying. I could list more since there’re hundreds
of them, including how to dress, eat and do the jobs they created you for. You’re
just going to have to trust me.”

He gripped her wrist to keep her hand in place. “Who are
you? Why are you helping me? Why did they want to burn me alive?”

“They turned this place into a termination center. It’s a
long story we don’t have time to go over. You aren’t the first they’ve tried to
kill but you’ll be the last if I have my way. You need to disable the pilot by
any means necessary. They are bad so don’t feel guilty if you have to take a
life. He’ll kill you if given the chance. No one here is innocent. They’ve
killed plenty of your units. Compassion is something you can’t afford when they
have none. You have three objectives at this moment. Take out the pilot, flee
this place and program 895589 into the onboard computer. You have the ability
to mentally link to it and it will tell you where to go. You have active
receptors that make it possible for your mind to talk to computers. It’s how I
found you.”

“You work here.”

The doors swished open behind them. The loud sound of an
engine made her pale. “We missed it. Shit! It’s okay. Another will come in a
few minutes.”

She pulled out of his hold by jerking her hand down then
wrapping her arm around his waist and tugging on him. He didn’t resist.

“You have to hide. Don’t come out until the next transport arrives.
Take the pilot out fast before he can alert security. You need to surprise him
since they are armed.” She glanced at his chest. “Your skin will alert them
that you’re a cyborg. You’ll be terminated on sight.”

Fresh air filled his lungs—crisp, exhilarating. It was dark
outside but lights illuminated a large red circle in front of them. They were
on top of the building. He contemplated her words. Part of him knew she told
the truth but he couldn’t remember why anyone would wish to kill him. That assumption
was just there somehow, giving credence to everything she’d told him about
having knowledge he wasn’t aware existed. His mind remained muddled though and
connecting thoughts was hard to do, probably due to by the poison still working
through his system.

She led him to one of the large boxes along the side of the
open area and pulled him down until his back rested against cool metal. He sat
on the rough surface while she crouched next to him.

“All the knowledge will come back to you. You’re suffering blood
loss and they’ve purposely kept you in a confused state. Don’t think. Just do.
Trust your instincts.”

He suddenly grabbed her by the neck. He didn’t know why he
did but it happened so fast he couldn’t stop until his fingers were curled
around the delicate column of her throat.

Her eyes widened and he identified fear as the emotion that
filled them. She didn’t fight but instead gently rested her hands on the curves
of his bare shoulders. “Please don’t hurt me.”

He didn’t want to. He just couldn’t let her go. He did
resist the urge to tighten his grip.

“Your instincts are kicking in. That’s good. They’re telling
you that I’m the enemy after what was done to you, but I’m not.”

She moved slowly and stunned him by lifting a leg to
straddle his lap. He became aware of her ass resting over his thighs and how
she didn’t weigh much when she scooted higher until their bellies touched.

“You’re a C-46 unit. I can tell by your black hair, skin
coloring and handsome features. You also have facial hair. Dr. Marlito designed
you.” She let go of his shoulders and fisted the top of her shirt, tugging it
low.

He glanced down to see what she was doing but ended up
staring at the tops of her breasts. Her skin was pale, almost white, and the
soft mounds were pushed high by a tight material that covered part of them.
Thin straps from the little top ran up over her shoulders. It was an appealing
sight that made him aware of movement below his waist.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Instincts. I’m all woman and
you’re one big male from what I’m feeling. See? You don’t want to kill me.”

“I feel strange.”

“You’re turned-on. You want to fuck me.”

An image filled his head, of him running his hands all over
her naked body. He wanted to tear off her clothes and touch every inch of her,
explore it with his mouth too. A throbbing began to radiate from his groin
area. His shaft was hard and achy. He wanted to lay her on her back, spread her
thighs and drive his dick inside her. He just knew it would feel incredible,
despite no real memory of ever pinning down a woman before.

She wiggled on his lap, her tight black pants stroking his
rigid member through the shorts he wore. Pleasure rocketed through his system,
replacing the pain from all his injuries. His fingers released her throat and
tangled in her short blonde hair instead.

“Oh yeah, you’re a C-46,” she whispered. The fear left her
eyes and she glanced at his chest. “You’re going to have to hold that thought
though. We don’t have time.”

His other hand curved around her hip. He didn’t want to let
her go.

She leaned in closer and his attention focused on her lips.
They tempted him to kiss them. He suddenly knew how to do that. His mouth would
fit over hers, she’d open up to him, and he’d—

“Look at me now.”

He forced his focus to her eyes.

“You have super-high levels of testosterone. It means you’re
prone to feeling the way you do right now since they disengaged your implants
so they could get their jollies by watching you suffer. You need to gain
control of your emotions immediately. I have to go back before I’m missed.”

“No,” he rasped. He wanted her. His hold on her hip
tightened.

“You were designed to have a high sex drive. Do you
understand? Let’s say that Dr. Marlito is a pervert who really enjoys her work.
She had to make your line that way to even have a chance of getting one of you
to touch her. You have to release me and let me go back inside. There are
others who need my help.”

“No,” he asserted louder. He wanted her and was going to
have her.

A siren blared and she gasped. “Shit! They know you’re gone.
Someone must have noticed the loop.” She wiggled on his lap, tried to get off,
but he held firm.

“I need you.”

She stared into his eyes and cupped his face with one hand. “You
have no idea how much I want you too. I’ve never rescued anyone who tempted me
more, Handsome. I’ll make you a promise. I’ll meet you when we leave the planet
in three weeks. We’ll finish this then. Don’t you dare hook up with anyone
else. It’s going to be me and you, okay? We’ll be bunk buddies.”

He was confused and it must have shown.

“Living quarters will be cramped on the ships and I know
they’ll assign at least two to a room. I’m going to find you, Handsome. You and
I will get to know each other really well.” She leaned forward and brushed her
soft lips over his. “That’s my promise to you. Now promise me you won’t lose
your heart to one of those upgraded models. You’re mine.”

The experience of that teasing kiss only made him want more.
His mouth tingled where she’d touched him and her enjoyable feminine scent
filled his nose as he inhaled. He’d agree to anything she asked of him if he
could just continue to be close to her. “Yes.”

She shifted on him and reached behind her back. Something
sharp pinched his leg, causing him to look down. She’d plunged a syringe into his
thigh.

“Sorry. It won’t last long. I don’t want you to fight them
when they come up here. They’ll be tracking all movement and know someone went
to the roof. You have four objectives now. Take out the pilot. Flee. Find
895589.” She brushed her lips over his again and stared deeply into his frozen
gaze. “And don’t lose your heart to anyone but me. I’ll be safe. Remember that.
I’ll be seeing you soon, Handsome. Don’t play hero. You can’t beat the odds.
They’ll kill you on sight so get the hell out of here and don’t worry about me.”

She climbed off him, dropping the used syringe next to his
leg. He couldn’t move to stop her, his body paralyzed by whatever drug she’d
injected him with. The woman rushed around the metal box he sat behind. He
caught a glimpse of her reflection on a shiny area of another box nearby as she
ran to the lift that had brought them to the roof.

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