Page 26 of 8-Bit & Cat

She stood across from him, spine straight, shoulders squared, but—wrong.

The program had always assigned bold colors to her, grounding shades that kept the focus sharp, the lines of control clear. But tonight, she was in white. And something told him it was the first sign of a critical error.

But as his gaze tracked along her sweet body, his make-shift body auto calibrated to meet any challenge. No matter the consequence.

His pulse tightened when he lifted his eyes back to hers. The way she looked at him. Not just waiting. Holding. Latching onto him with an unwavering, quiet, determination. It wasn’t defiance. Or even challenge. It was something else. Something new. Something he was sure would unravel his foundation.

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he made his way to her, intent on learning what she washolding.And why she was using him to do it. Omnis exhaled, keeping her in his gaze as he lowered himself into the chair. Settled, he spread his legs slightly and rested his hands on his thighs. “Come here, Kitten,” he called softly.

Her breath hitched and for a second, she didn’t move. Then she did. One step. Another. Slow. Controlled. She stopped between his legs.

Omnis remained still, waiting for her to show him what this lesson needed to be.

Then, without instruction or permission, she climbed into his lap and straddled his thighs.

His entire body locked up, his gaze still holding hers as she settled on him, her heat and body a mold against his, bringing his fingers into fists at his side.

A collision of powers detonated inside his chest. Not because she was on him. Because of how. After his catastrophic attempt at taking control of the deviation, he’d gained a particular obsession that demanded he pull up every video footage of her from the moment she stepped foot in their life. He’d found the one of her and Ethan’s first time. Forced himself to watch it. Learn from it. And right now, she was in his lap the exact way she’d sat in his. And it didn’t fill him with fury. It filled him with a brutal hunger. Not just to have her the exact same way but to erase everyfirstthing he’d done. And the last thing he’d done. It was surely why the program put her in white, silently begging to be saved. And he would. By marking her withsomething that could never be erased, never be touched by any pain.

He slid his palms over her sides and hips, eyeing the hunger in her gaze. He captured her lower face with one hand, gliding his fingers over soft hair between her legs.

Her soft gasp brought a low groan up his chest.

He splayed his fingers on her jaw, measuring every aspect of her pleasure. “My Kitten,” he whispered, allowing his fingers near her mouth while sliding between her slick folds.

She caught one of his fingers with her hungry mouth when he teased at her drenched heat. “Fuck,” he breathed, watching her suck him with a ravenous hunger, his gaze moving to her hips, moving in mesmerizing slow flicks that put a hard pulse in his cock.

He held onto the fire burning in his blood, letting it build. She added a blast of heat when her teeth scraped along his finger, her hot little tongue wrapping the tip. “Bring your lips to mine.”

She obeyed with a greedy gasp, and he stopped her with his fingers on her jaw again. Inches from his lips, he leaned in and kissed very slowly along the parted silk, letting the desperate breaths burn him alive. “Tell me about your first time with him, Kitten.” He slid his fingers slowly inside her, getting her sharp cry. He took her lower lip gently between his teeth, lapping against her boiling core. “Tell me what he did to you.”

A sharp moan left her lips as she raked her nails along his chest. It was an instant distraction and addiction. He angled his head, toying at her mouth with his lips, raising his gaze to hers, showing his expectation for that answer.

Her chest heaved with a desperate hunger that chewed at his restraint. “Omnis,” she mewled, slowly rolling her hips, forcing herself on his fingers harder, faster.

He watched her pleasure herself, gliding his fingers along her neck, feeling the hard pulse with his fingertips. “Are you disobeying, Kitten?” he challenged, moving his fingers into the silky strands of her hair.

“Oh God,” she cried as he formed a fist. “He… he touched me.” Her hips flicked against his seeking fingers, her breaths a symphony of lust that ate at his restraint. He curled his fingers inside her, drawing another whimper. “Just like this?”

Her lips flew open. Another breath. Another nod.

He tightened his fist, bringing her mouth right before his again. “What next?”

She hesitated—but didn’t pull away. Her fingers twitched against his chest, nails digging. “He wanted… to see me.”

He released her hair and removed his fingers, capturing her face in his hands. “Then you know what I want, too.”

She tried to obey but her greedy mouth distracted him along with the smell of her on his fingers. The combination slammed him with hunger. His hand was back in her hair in a tight fist as he tongued her mouth, desperate to fuck any part of her.

He reeled his fire in and broke the kiss, keeping her mouth close as he gave in to the need to taste her. Keeping her locked in his gaze, he licked her off his fingers, getting a jolt of heat in his cock at the taste. “Kitten,” he gasped, back to devouring her mouth with reckless need.

“I need you,” she said in a tiny beg.

“And I need to see you,” he swore, helping her remove the slip and tossing it. Omnis stilled as his breath staggered. He immediately explored what she’d given him, dragging his palms slowly over her soft heat. She was flushed, the color deeper at her chest, spreading to her ribs, and her stomach. He marked every inch with a slow, claiming pressure.

“MyKitten.”

Her stomach quivered beneath his palms. He continued his slow, reverent worship, tracking the subtle shake in her frame, the way her breath shallowed when his thumbs brushed her ribs.

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