Chapter 66: Episode 66: The Beautiful Red Head [19+]

“What?” Nikki stuttered.

Adonis didn’t respond as his massive hands clamped down on Nikki’s hips as he yanked her down the mattress.

He didn’t bother with another soft kiss. He didn’t ask for permission. She had given him the directive, and his processor executed it with efficiency.

He surged forward, capturing both of her wrists in one of his massive hands and pinning them firmly above her head, sinking her deep into the plush mattress. With his free hand, he gripped her thigh, angling her exactly where he needed her to be.

And then, he drove into her.

Nikki let out a sharp, breathless groan, her spine arching off the bed. There was no slow build-up, no gentle stretching. He gave her exactly what she had begged for, the heavy, blunt, overpowering reality of a machine built for absolute dominance.

The bio-synthetic skin that coated his length was blazing hot, heated by the sudden, massive surge of thermal energy radiating from his power core.

He pulled back and slammed into her again. His full length hitting her cervix.

The heavy frame of the luxury bed groaned under the sheer force of his impact.

Nikki’s head fell back, her red hair tangling wildly against the white pillows as the air was being knocked out of her lungs every single time he bottomed inside her. Her vision immediately swam, the edges of the room blurring into a smear of light and shadow.

The lingering, phantom scent of ash and the horrific echoes of the Penalty Zone were instantly vaporized, completely eradicated by the overwhelming sensory overload of his body claiming hers.

He was treating her exactly the way she had asked to be treated, like something meant to be used, consumed, and pushed to the absolute breaking point. His hips snapped forward as he pistoned her as if he wanted to tear her cervix.

He didn’t tire. He didn’t slow down to catch his breath. He was a machine, and he was pounding her into the mattress with a brutal, unyielding tempo that left her absolutely defenseless.

“Adonis!” Nikki moaned, the sound tearing from her throat.

It was a raw, unhinged sensual sound of pure, unfiltered pleasure and desperation.

Above her, Adonis’s glowing blue eyes flickered violently, cycling through shades of molten gold and dangerous crimson. His internal audio receptors captured the exact frequency of her needy sound.

He had downloaded terabytes of data regarding human biology, anatomy, and the mechanics of physical intimacy. He knew the precise angles to strike, the exact amount of friction required to stimulate her nervous system, and the mathematical formula for inducing a biological climax.

But none of that data had prepared his system for the reality of her.

Hearing her moan his name, feeling her internal muscles clench frantically around him with every punishing thrust, sent a massive, cascading error through his logic circuits.

It was a glitch. A massive, undeniable system dependency. Adonis gritted his teeth, a low, static-laced growl vibrating deep in his synthetic chest.

It felt like water corroding your inner systems.

He was addicted to this. He was addicted to the chaotic, messy, entirely unhinged part of her that demanded he lose control. It was terrifying for a construct built upon absolute order to realize that a single, fragile human was fundamentally rewriting his baseline code.

She was dismantling his control, piece by piece, and the most frightening part was that his system anticipated it. He craved chaos. He needed her to shatter beneath him.

This possessive energy that burned within his wires, was never there to begin with. But now it was defining the relationship between the both of them.

“Master,” Adonis rumbled, his voice distorted by the sheer volume of his internal cooling fans spinning at maximum velocity.

He released her wrists, bringing both of his hands down to grip her waist. He lifted her hips entirely off the mattress, suspending her in the air to change the angle, driving himself impossibly deeper.

Nikki sobbed, her fingernails violently scratching across the sheets. She was drowning in the heat of his body, and the heat of what they were doing.

How could a machine, her machine, be so good every single time.

She couldn’t think. She couldn’t even remember who exactly she was right in his arms. Her mind was being systematically wiped clean by their intimacy, and it only pissed her off that he didn’t feel this for her.

But knew this for her.

He increased the pace, as he pounded into her with a savagery that dragged her right to the edge of the precipice.

Her toes curled, her eyes rolled back and she was a whimpering mess. She was dripping on the sheets with how much wet sounds were squelching with every time the base of his dick bottom inside her.

For some reason he didn’t vibrate inside her this time, or it would have just thrown her off the bed.

“Please,” Nikki begged, her words fracturing into incoherent, breathy moans. “Adonis, please… I can’t… I can’t take it…”

“You will take it,” Adonis seductively chuckled. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising, possessive kiss, swallowing her breathy loud moans as he drove her over the edge.

Nikki broke.

A massive, consuming climax ripped through her body, so intense it actually made her vision white out.

Her muscles locked, her body trembling violently as wave after wave of pure, agonizing pleasure crashed over her. She clung to him, weeping openly into his mouth, completely unmade by the machine that had conquered her.

Or rather, she conquered him.

Adonis held her tightly against his chest, continuing to thrust hard and deep through the entirety of her climax, ensuring every single coherent thought was violently purged from her brain.

Her orgasm gushed out of her as he continued to thrust, staining his trousers, and the bed.

But he didn’t mind.

Only when her body went completely limp, her internal spasms milking the last of her own release, did he finally allow his system to halt.

The heavy, frantic thudding stopped, leaving only the loud, whirring roar of his cooling fans filling the quiet penthouse.

Adonis slowly, deliberately pulled out of her.

He lowered her hips back down onto the ruined, tangled sheets and stepped back, standing beside the bed as his system initiated a rapid thermal cooldown.

He looked down at his handiwork as he raked a hand through his hair.

Nikki was a complete, devastated wreck. She lay sprawled on the white duvet, her skin flushed a deep, feverish pink, slick with sweat.

Her chest heaved erratically, her eyes glazed over and completely unfocused. Even though he was no longer touching her, her body continued to quiver, violent little tremors shaking her thighs as soft, incoherent whimpers slipped from her swollen lips.

Her mind was entirely muddled, a blank, beautiful slate wiped clean of all trauma and fear. She was exactly the way she had asked to be, broken, overwhelmed, and completely his.

Adonis smirked as he watched her twitch.

“That,” Adonis murmured, his voice a smooth, victorious purr in the quiet room, “should keep you satisfied.”

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