Page 122 of Perilous

“That’s enough,” I say. “Those tits are mine, not yours.”

My hands slither down her body, between her legs, feeling her wet cunt.

I bring myself to her and enter her body. I cup her ass and lift her up, making sure I can fuck her the way I want.

My middle fingers come together and I massage her ass, playing, pressing my fingertips into her. I pull at her as I fuck her.

This woman is my everything. From her heart to her cunt, she’s all mine. And she’ll always be mine. She already knows the ultimate truth…

I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way of loving Annika.

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Annika looksstunning in her business attire. Dressed in all black as though she’s attending a funeral. She wants to ask me what’s going on but she knows better. Her ass raw red under her dress after getting mouthy and flirty in the elevator.

I had to hit the emergency stop button, turn around and lift that dress, then give her ass a good smack. I then dropped to my knees and tasted her cunt from the back and now her sweet taste is lingering in my mouth.

We’re in one of the older buildings. Gigantic ceilings, paintings with text in Latin, floor made of marble, statues of men that I have no idea who the fuck they are. It’s nothing but prestige and power.

At the end of the hallway is where Annika’s mother waits for us. Dressed up nicely just the same as her daughter.

“My mother?” Annika whispers.

“All part of it,” I whisper back.

“Good to see you again, Allegra,” I say to Annika’s mother.

“Same to you, Perilous.”

We shake hands. Annika looks confused. A large door opens and Luc stands there in a suit and tie.

“We’re ready,” he says.

“Right on time,” I say to Annika and usher her into the conference room.

Seated at the table are five of the richest men in the world. Men who have built empires. Men who have had buildings named after them. Men who have graced the covers of magazines.

I know Annika recognizes a few of them. I know them all. Not personally. But I know theLegioncontrols them. Every single one of them.

And all of these rich men have paid toplay gameswithin theLegion. Acting out sick and dark fantasies.

Right now isn’t about fantasy. It’s about the future.

“Gentleman, I’m going to give the floor here to…”

Luc points to me, not wanting to speak my name.

“We’ve secured all the necessary financing, correct?” I ask.

All the men nod their heads.

“Sadly, Holom Alistair is dead.”

They all gasp.

“I cut his head off. With my hands and a knife.” I let that sink for a minute. “Now I really hope I don’t have to do the same thing again today.”

Right on cue, Luc pulls out a large knife and places it on the table. Everyone shifts in their seats.

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