Page 16 of Perilous

She shudders. Me using that word confirms I’m the one who attacked her. I’m fine with it. Truth always comes out unless you kill it first.

I press my body against hers. That’ll keep her from kicking me in the balls. My cock can’t help itself as it thickens and throbs.

She looks up at me and I’m waiting for her eyes to fill with tears.They don’t.

“Who the fuck are you, doll?” I growl.

“So it’s all true, isn’t it?”

“True?”

“The… robe and mask and all that. It’s all true. You’re from the other part ofSA.”

My Adam’s apple drops a mile down and back up.

“You’re…”

“Yeah,” she says. “My father is also a very rich and powerful man. I’m not just some random person at a nightclub. I think you fucked up.”

She might have a point. I can’t show an ounce of potential weakness.

“So now what?”

Her voice is holding as strong as she can allow it. I step back and reach into my pocket and take out the key to the door. I hold my hand out.

“I saw nothing,” myprojectsays to me. “I’m drunk. Was trying to find some air. Some water. I don’t even know how I ended up here. This is crazy. You know? Serves me right for drinking too much. A lesson learned.”

She reaches for my hand. I can’t believe how naive she is. A pretty face like hers, no makeup needed. Great tits that look delicious.

As soon as a fingertip grazes the key, I close my hand.

“No,” she groans. “Fuck… no…”

My left hand grabs her by her throat and I make her look at me.

“I like the way you groan, doll,” I say.

Her teeth start to chatter.

Did she really think she was just going to walk out of here like nothing happened?

“You are mine now,” I tell her. “You’re going to pledge your undying loyalty to me right now. Or else I’ll leave you in this cool, stone room. There are plenty of other rooms around here. You want to rest in a comfortable bed? Want some water? Maybe something else to drink? Huh? You’re going to do what I say.”

“My… my father…”

I squeeze her throat. She winces and whimpers. My eyes look down.

God, those tits. Those fucking tits…

“I don’t give a fuck who your father is,” I growl at her. “I’ll gut him.”

She doesn’t look anymore scared by that comment.

Ah, okay. You have Daddy issues?

“I want your name, doll. That’s it. Your name.”

“Then you’ll let me go?”

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