Page 113 of The Code of You

"Not done yet,” Neo murmured.

His fingers rubbed my swollen clit, his cock pulsing inside me, making my walls contract so hard I nearly screamed. Instead, I whimpered quietly and bit my fist to keep from crying out.

"So sensitive now,” he murmured with satisfaction. "I could make you come again and again, here, in front of everyone.”

Another customer walked past. I tried to look normal while my body was trembling with the aftershocks. My pussy was still throbbing.

"But I want more.” His voice went dark. "The simulation isn’t enough. I want your real skin under my hands. Want to watch you writhe.”

The pulses intensified one last time, sending a final, brutal surge through my overstimulated nerves. I gasped.

"Fuck, Pandora.” His voice was hoarse now, his control crumbling. "I can feel you . . . how wet you are, how you’re still shaking. Come home immediately. I need you. For real. Now.”

***

I stood outside the apartment door, the key trembling in my hand. My body still remembered the arousal that had torn through me. But now, in the silence of the stairwell, the questions came.

How had he done that? How could he make me feel things that weren’t there? He had hacked my body. Manipulated my mind. Cold settled in my chest. What if this wasn’t the first time? Maybe he had been inside my head before. How much of what I felt was even real? How much was he making me feel because he wanted me to? Goosebumps rose along my arms.

I opened the door. Neo was standing at the window. He turned toward me, looking at me as if I were prey. "Pandora.”

"Wait.” I stepped back. "I need to ask you something.”

He stopped. "What?”

"How far do your abilities go?” My voice sounded strange even to me. "What you just did . . . How many times have you already been inside my head?”

"Pandora, that doesn’t matter.”

"Yes, it does.” The words exploded out of me. "It matters very much. Answer me.”

He looked at me for a long moment. A smile pulled at his mouth. I wanted to punch it off his face.

"I can penetrate any system. Cameras. Phones. Traffic lights. Everything. Did you think I’d stop at your body?”

The room tilted. My hands went numb. "Since when have you controlled me like this?”

"Not control.” He stepped closer. I backed up until I hit the wall. "Influence.”

"How many times?” I tried to suppress a sob and failed.

His smile widened. "Do you remember the night you thought you’d had an unusually intense dream?”

Nausea moved through me. That night, early on, just after everything between us had begun. I had woken up drenched in sweat, still shaking from an orgasm I had blamed on a dream. "That was you?” I forced the words out.

"I wanted to see how far I could go. How receptive you are.” He leaned forward, bracing both hands against the wall beside my head. "You are very receptive, Pandora.”

"You sick bastard!” I tried to duck under his arm, but he caught my wrist.

"Sick?” His eyes flashed. "You enjoyed it. Your body opened to me even while your mind slept.”

"That’s perverse!”

"Is it?” He pulled me closer. "Or is it the logical consequence of what exists between us? You belong to me, Pandora. I only reminded you of that.”

Tears burned in my eyes from rage and shame. But the worst of it: that damned desire kept simmering. Even now, knowing what he had done.

"What else?” I whispered. "What else have you manipulated?”