Alex Romance Cyberpunk Novels & Stories

Chapter Forty Six Roman’s point of view Reluctantly, I let Alex leave the office and go back to work. Thankfully, I kept some spare clothes here to change into in case I split food or coffee… or had an unfortunate accident or even... A sex accident. Cumming inside Alex, having her cum and then the result spill out all over my trousers wasn’t a good look. I grabbed the spare clothes and headed to the bathroom to change. When i came back out, i tidied up my desk a little bit and reorganised the bits that got moved around in our love making before sitting back down and turning the computer on to get some work done.

His were already fixed on mine. Oh God. Oh goodness. What was I doing? My mother had died. Mikhail was a bloodthirsty monster and he would not hesitate to kill this guy. “I'll keep it a secret,” I said with a small smile, heading for the door I had come through. “Come on, don't go yet,” he threw his arms. “I'm Alec. Alec Isherwood, in case you forgot my name after my presentation.” He reached for my hand. “I’m afraid my name's a secret too,” I winced. I didn't need a sorcerer to tell me that Mikhail would lose his marbles if I told Alec my name.

Cassie chuckled, her gaze lingering on Sarah. Sarah turned back to the counter, pretending to wipe something that wasn’t there. Cassie leaned in, her voice dropping, conspiratorial. “So? Did you do the deed yet?” Sarah nearly dropped the rag. Her face went from flushed to blazing. “What? No! Absolutely not!” The thought alone made her heart race. “Really?” Cassie looked genuinely shocked, her brows arched high. “You’re telling me you’ve got Jax Reaper Reed kissing your soul outta your mouth and you haven’t gotten naked yet?”

He was smoking a thick cigar, blowing perfect smoke rings into the chimney draft. Standing by the window, staring at the digital security feeds, was Cyberpunk Cyprian (The Titan). Half his face was chrome. His left eye was a red optical sensor that whirred softly as it tracked data streams invisible to the others. And sitting at the desk, legs crossed, checking stock prices on a phone, was Cyra Hale. She was the anomaly. The gender-flipped variant. But the energy radiating off her—the cold, controlled, lethal calmness—was identical to the men in the room.

I tap the entry. Summary: Subject experienced a lucid erotic scenario involving an authority figure (Visual Match: Alex Reed). Setting: Server Room / Data Center. Key Elements: Sensory play, code projection on skin, temperature fluctuation. My blood turns to ice. I read the detailed description below. "You are standing in a room filled with humming black server racks. The air is freezing. Alex walks in. He is not wearing glasses. He touches your bare arm, and glowing blue binary code scrolls across your skin where his fingers trail. He whispers that you are the source code. He pushes you against the server rack. The metal is hot against your back, burning..."

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Below us, Newvale City glittered at night like a fake starry sky. I shoved the window open, and the night air rushed in, icy and sharp, cutting through the pain for a second. It felt amazing. "Hey, Francis, what do you even like about me?" He paused, searching for words. "I'm not sure. The moment I saw you ten years ago, I just knew I had to have you." "Had to have me..." I snorted, a bitter edge to my laugh. "So, I never had a choice? I couldn't even just zone out and get through life?"

Aruem suddenly said something that seemed to worry Oliver. Oliver immediately pressed the button to stop the elevator as he approached Aruem's body. And he touched both Aruem's cheeks and kissed his red lips with a passionate desire. He hated Aruem with Theo, that bastard man; he didn't like it. Alexa was surprised by what Oliver did, but somehow she didn't push Oliver's body away from her but instead draped both of her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Alexa didn't know why her body was so easily weakened by Oliver's kisses. There was no hatred, just a longing that was growing.

As I step into the elevator cab, I look at myself in the mirror: my cheeks are flushed and my lips are slightly swollen from the pressure of her thumb. ​My "heterosexuality" isn't just wavering; it’s in absolute ruins. Amy Murphy isn't just teaching me how to file letters; she’s teaching me that she is the one in charge. And as the elevator descends into the New York night, I can only think about one thing: tomorrow I have to come back to this floor. And worst of all, I want to feel her shadow over me again. I want her to finish what she started. ​This woman truly knows how to liquefy my senses. I let out a long sigh before walking out of the building.

" It's just meeting with fellow criminals and slash mobsters. It's no big deal. There's gonna be music , booze and predators in form of mobsters watching you like you're fuckin Beyoncè. No guns, no fights. You can always take that shit out when the party's over. People like us don't really have to go with dates. If I want to , Nick isn't bad, just that we might end up fucking our brains out in the bathroom." " Jesus Christ. Thought you moved past that. If I remember vividly you said you're already bored of Nick and you can't keep a man for a month." " Yeah , I said that. Lucifer is being incredibly hot lately , can't take my eyes off of him." Alexa says and grins. " And do you know what I fo