Chapter Twenty-Two

Natasha’s phone beeped, but she didn’t bother answering it. It had been unattended on the passenger seat ever since she left the office. Nick had been texting her all day, regardless of whether she responded or not.

Most of the messages were typical fare from a rejected lover, alternately begging her to come back, then blaming her for the divorce. He would never have cheated if he had what he needed. She would never be happy with anyone else. Though his words were lies, they were beginning to get through her resistance.

There were other nonsensical texts as well. Nick said he knew what was going on, and that it was all going to come out soon. He had his plans laid out, and she better cooperate with him. She wondered if he could be talking about Fury, but Nick’s mind didn’t work that fast. He might know something, but he was probably just trying to intimidate her.

Either way, Natasha wanted to get home and collapse on the couch. Fury met her at the door with a grim look on his face.

“Is everything all right?” she asked instantly.

“Yes.” His response came unusually quickly, and it only made Natasha worry more.

After a meal of baked chicken, rice, and a salad, she decided to try again. “Is there something you want to say?”

Fury didn’t answer her right away. He appeared to be concentrating on loading the dishwasher. It was odd to watch a cyborg do such a menial task. It made her think about how much he wanted to get out. A man like that needed more than cooking or cleaning in his life. But what was she supposed to do with him? Some liked to work on cars or play pool, but those things didn’t sound like they would suit him. Cyborg Sector created a soldier. What could she find for him to do?

“You’re right. I want to talk to you.”

“Oh. Okay.” Natasha retreated into the living room and sat down slowly. This wasn’t the kind of thing she expected to hear from Fury. “What do you want to talk about?” She swallowed, and her throat felt tight.

“You told Nick that I’m a handyman. I want to know why.” Fury did not sit, choosing instead to stand at the far side of the room. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, making him look even wider than usual. He also looked angry.

“I couldn’t tell him the truth,” Natasha explained. “I’m sorry. I thought you understood that.”

“But you lied to him,” the cyborg replied. “What else have you lied about?”

“Nothing!” she said quickly. “And I only lied to protect you.”

The cyborg nodded, but he wasn’t satisfied. “I don’t need your protection. I am here to protect you.”

“I know you feel that way, Fury. But there’s a lot to the world out there, and you only remember a tiny slice of it.” She started to panic as she tried to convince herself that she hadn’t done anything wrong. What could she say to make everything better?

“I know more than you realize,” he countered. He had come close without Natasha noticing. “I know you want me, for example. You pretend that you don’t, but I can tell the truth. I don’t care what Nick or anyone else thinks. You shouldn’t either.” The cyborg peered directly into her soul. “Am I wrong? Tell me you don’t want me right now.”

“I can’t.” She wanted to reach out and run a hand down the length of his stomach. She wanted to belong entirely to him. There was no denying herself when he asked a direct question. Fury had the ability to make the rest of the world go away when they were alone.

“Show me.” Fury’s voice was deep and barely above a growl. “Show me you want me like I know you do.”

Slowly, with shaking limbs, Natasha pulled herself away from the couch. Fury stood close enough that their bodies were forced to touch each other. The redhead spread her fingers on his chest, feeling the power of his heartbeat. She slowly leaned forward and put her cheek on top of her hands. The sound of blood rushing through veins met her ear, and she started to relax.

The cyborg’s arms came down around her, squeezing her tightly. “I want you, Natasha. I’m going to have you, either now or later. You belong to me, and you know it.”

She had wanted to resist temptation ever since she first laid eyes on him. Fury was sexy, constructed perfection, and one hundred percent male. He was the complete opposite of what Nick had been for her - a selfish, needy prick who had only his concerns at heart. Fury wanted to own her, to possess her, and she wanted him to. “Yes, I do. I belong to you.”

“And you’ll trust me? You’ll let me do what I want?” The words sounded like thunder in her ears.

“Yes, Fury. Anything.” Looking up, Natasha grabbed the cyborg’s head and kissed him. His lips felt warm as they kissed her back. His erection pressed against her body. It was easy to feel through the thin material of his pants and enough to make her moan softly as a pulse of energy shot through her body. She couldn’t deny him now.

Careless of where they were or the unlocked front door, Fury picked up Natasha and tossed her onto the couch. She bounced against the cushions and giggled. He was unbelievably strong, and he could throw her around like a rag doll.

“I want to see you,” the cyborg growled as he worked her top off. He put his fingers inside the waistband of her pants and pulled them down slowly, revealing her inch by inch. Her panties came next, but he didn’t rip them off with his hands. Instead, his teeth gently nipped through the fabric before he slowly pulled them down her legs.

Natasha reached behind her back to undo her bra, but he stopped her with a glare. “No, let me.” He pulled down each strap before moving the cups down around her ribs. The cyborg buried his face between her jiggling orbs as he pushed his hands underneath her to undo the clasp and completely remove the garment. He flung it across the room, and Natasha heard it hit the lamp.

Fury’s tongue roamed over each of her nipples, relishing in them as he worked them into hard buds. Natasha arched her back, which only encouraged him. He took as much of her ample breast in his mouth as he could, sucking gently and making her sigh with pleasure.

Natasha ran her hands through his dark hair, not bothering to propose moving to a different room or changing positions. Fury wanted her, and she was going to let him have her. It might be only for a night. There was no telling what would happen in the morning. She needed to know there was a man who was what he said he was. He would take what he wanted and give her what she required in return. She trusted him.

The soldier’s clothes came off quickly, and she could see the hard cock between his legs. She expected him to mount her and shove himself inside like their previous encounter, but the cyborg had different plans. When he climbed on the couch, his cock was over her chest. He kept his weight off her but laid the length of his erection between her breasts and guided it gently back and forth, looking at her face.

The firmness of his cock against her soft breasts made her wet. Using her hands, Natasha pushed her quivering mounds together so they locked his erection in a cave of supple flesh. The head pushed out the top of her cleavage. It looked close and enticing. Natasha flicked her tongue out to touch the hot end of his cock, letting her saliva lubricate his progress. The redhead wanted to feel his dick inside of her, shoving its way down her throat or plunging into her pussy.

“Do you like it?” Fury asked huskily. “Do you like my dick on you?”

She managed to catch the head in her mouth for a moment before he slid it out again with a pop. “Yes. Oh, God yes. I love it when you fuck my tits.”

The cyborg pumped harder as her breasts jiggled around him. “Spit on it,” he commanded.

She followed his order, spitting down the rift in her mounds to moisten it for him. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him on top of her. It let her look in his eyes, but not face-to-face. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips.

The soldier pushed her hands away and took over her breasts, pushing them hard against himself as he slammed into her. “I’m going to come all over your face,” he warned.

It wasn’t a matter of asking permission. Fury was going to do it, and her core rippled in anticipation. Natasha’s hands were free now. She pushed between his legs to reach her quivering wetness. The nurse didn’t need much encouragement from her fingertips before her hips started bucking against the couch cushion.

He plowed into her, letting loose a roar as he exploded. She opened her mouth, but it was too late. Cum was everywhere. Natasha happily groaned as she licked it off her lips.

She was his.