Cyber 17

Iris

Pressing my hand to the lip he had bitten, my fingertip came away spotted with blood. They were almost mesmerising, those tiny beads of red.

Cyber had made me bleed.

It should have made me furious. But it wasn't anger that was warming my body. It was something just as primal, but it wasn't anger, or fear.

Swinging my hand up, I caught him hard across the cheek, taking him by surprise. He caught my wrist easily, forcing it down to my side.

“Will you fucking stop it and listen…”

“I fucking hate you!” I clawed at him, my nails scraping down the hand that tightened around my throat. “I fucking hate...” As if my hand had a mind of its own, it gave up trying to get him to let go of me. Reaching up behind his head, I pulled his face down to mine.

What the hell was wrong with me? I wanted him. Even when he was manhandling me, my body craved more. I wanted that hand around my throat while he stripped me naked and explored every crevice. I didn't want him to be loving or gentle. I wanted