Page 51 of Perilous

There is a third reason for life to matter.

ChapterSixteen

ANNIKA

Pullingthe front of my shirt down is like tearing a band aid off my nipple. I whimper and bite my bottom lip. Peri’s cum has dried like a thick super glue. When I look down at my nipple, it’s the same color pink as always even though it’s gently throbbing in pain. And with that pain comes this electric sense of…enjoyment.

That part doesn’t make sense to me. I’ve never bumped an elbow off a wall by accident and squirted with an orgasm. I’ve never chewed food too hard and bit the inside of my mouth and started to come in my panties. So this is all new to me. This is all fascinating.

Yet, it’s not. It’s not any of that.

He kidnapped me!

He… he attacked me!

He threw me against a wall and knocked me out. He tied me up in a basement, drugged me and then brought me to a room. He let me go just to fuck with my head.

And yet I let him fuck me. I let him lick my pussy. I let himchoke me.

And I like all of it.

Including the dried cum on my breast and inside my tank top.

The bathroom door opens without an ounce of consideration for myself and I let out a yelp. I turn, still holding my tank top, my right boob bouncing freely.

Peri’s eyes look and he curls his lip.

“Put your tit away,” he growls. “We’re going on an adventure.”

I swallow hard. I want to ask where but I know better. I don’t bother putting on my bra. It’s just a tank top and the gigantic hoodie that smells like Peri.

It’s not the smell of cologne or soap or anything. It’s the smell of aman.An evil man.Sweat that stinks like rotten ash from hell. And that smell tickles the inside of my nose and then instantly it tickles between my legs.

I try to tell myself to get angry and fight back, to take off running. All I need is to get changed, get my IDs and some cash, and I’m gone. I could be in Paris by the morning, eating a croissant and drinking dark roast coffee, waiting for some tall, skinny Frenchman to show up, flirt with me, and then fuck Peri out of my system.

As soon as I step out of the room, Peri grabs my hair and pulls it.Really hard.

I stumble back and bite my bottom lip. The pain makes my eyes water.The pain makes my pussy water too.

“Remember,” he says. “Someone wants you dead. Someone very fucking powerful, doll. There’s a war happening that you can’t possibly understand. You can hate my fucking guts and wish me a horrible death. I wouldn’t blame you. I may not be wearing white armor, but I’m the only one who can fucking save you.”

“Save me… just to kill me…?”

“At least you get an extra few breaths and orgasms out of it.”

Peri pushes me forward out of the room.

I pull the hood up and he hands me a pair of sunglasses. We go out into the real world. The one where my father is desperate to find me alive. The one where someone my father knows wants me dead. The one where Perilous knows more truths than he’s willing to tell me.

And I can’t tell if it’s because he cares…

… or if he’s just enjoying savoring time with me before he actually does kill me.

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I don’t knowwhy I’m so obsessed with Peri killing me.

I mean, yes, the guy threatens it fifty times an hour, so the phrasing and all that is definitely stuck in my head. If I had only jumped into the world of psychology instead of business and finance I would then be able to put an answer to my question. And then maybe I could even talk Peri into letting me go.

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