Page 97 of Perilous

I step closer to Annika and touch under her chin and tilt her head back so she looks at me. Her eyes have an effect on my heart. They remind me that I have a heart. A heart that beats. A heart that functions. That alone makes me want to kill her.

“It’s a lot to think about,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, but that’s the truth,Perilous. I’m not questioning you at all, I swear. It’s just a lot.” She swallows hard. “He tricked me into skipping the funeral for my mother. Because there was no funeral. So she just took money and left? That’s it?”

“You have to give the truth a chance to settle in, doll,” I tell her.

“You know where she is. You know everything. I know that you know. I’m going to figure this out.”

My hand moves to her throat. Annika makes a sudden move and claws my hand away. She jumps up and makes her move toward the door. She’s wearing nothing but a towel.

I grab for her, my fingers hooking at the back of the towel, pulling it away from her body. She doesn’t care. She just wiggles out of the towel and thinks she’s getting away from me.

My left arm reaches out and wraps around her body and I pick her up and pull her against me. Annika throws her elbows, wanting to get free.

My hand grabs at her right tit, squeezing so hard she yelps and finally stops moving.

“Where the fuck are you going, huh?” I growl. “Are you going to run out of here naked? And do what?”

Annika reaches up and back for me, succumbing to reality once again.

I look down at her beautiful body and my hand holding her right tit. Her nipple pokes between my pointer and middle fingers. I pinch my fingers together and pull, making Annika groan and whimper.

She lowers her hands and her knees buckle. “Is this is? Huh? This is what I get out of life? Why won’t you tell me something about yourself?”

I grit my teeth. I turn and throw Annika on the bed again.

She climbs up to her hands and knees, her ass and cunt high in the air. She’s freshly showered and smells like lavender and sweet wetness. Annika looks back at me, waiting.

I reach and stroke her cunt with the middle finger of my left hand. I then lick my finger, tasting her flavor. I place my hand to her lower back and drive her down to the bed.

Now my fucking head is the one spinning in circles. I know what she wants me to confess to her. And I know other things I want to confess to her. That requires admitting she’s more than just my claimed one. And it’s more than just caring.

It’s deeper. It has meaning.

She’s already confessed her love for me. If I cut out her tongue she can never confess that to me again.

I sit down on the bed next to her. I lift her head and place it onto my lap and touch her wet hair.

“What you know and assume isn’t the truth about me,” I say in a low voice. “I’ve blown your life up with truths. I’ve saved you. And as the one who claimed you, I will protect you with my life. I’ve killed before. Many times, Annika. More times than you need to know. My hands are murderous hands. My eyes aren’t just evil, they’ve witnessed me doing evil things.”

Metal. Crunching.

That silence after…

I squeeze the back of Annika’s neck. She whispers one word to me.

“Ow…”

I let up on my grip.

“You asked me a question once about the way I end things.”

“End things?” Annika asks.

“The way I fucking come, doll. That I didn’t fill your belly with my cum. Right? That I didn’t fill your cunt with my cum. That I didn’t fill your ass with my cum. Right?”

She nods her head against my leg. I touch her right shoulder.

“I don’t love. I fuck. I kill. I take my orders. I complete them. I move on. It’s really that simple.”

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