Page 26 of Perilous

“I’m not goingto kill you right now, Annika,” Peri says.

I gasp and open my eyes.

How…?

His fingers touch my left leg. Climbing up to my knee.

“You’re actually very much in demand right now,” he says.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

Peri pushes my left leg open. I let him.

“You do understand what this is, right, doll? I am in control of you. If I want to see your succulent cunt right now, you’d take off these jeans and your panties and show me, correct?”

“And if I don’t?”

“This room works from a mindset of consent, Annika. So… consent…?”

I gently nod.

His right thumb digs at the inside of my knee. My body jumps. He slides his thumb along the inside of my leg. It’s ticklish yet treacherous. I want to scream at him, and I picture myself doing so, like some kind of maniacal person.

“Take your jeans off, doll,” Peri orders. “What kind of panties are you wearing.”

My teeth chatter.

I’m actually wearing my favorite panties at the moment. The ones I wear when I go out to have fun, just in case I end up hooking up with someone. Every woman has theirsex panties. The ones you wear when you’re hoping to have sex.

These hug my hips perfectly, with a line of laced borders that are a darker shade of red than the rest of the panty. They have the right shape and form for my body. They work with my ass in a way that is heavenly. It’s the only time I think my ass looks good.

“Move,” Peri orders.

He smacks the inside of my left leg and I gasp. Chills race right between my legs. I basically jump off the bed and slowly catch my breath. I turn and face Peri.

His eyes are deadly and deadly serious.

I unbutton my jeans and push them down. My skin feels cool and prickles with goosebumps. I step out of my jeans and stand there in my panties. I’m still wearing my shirt and bra. Plenty of clothing on, maybe.

Peri stands up from the bed. He towers over me. It’s almost unfair how much bigger he is than I am.

“You are in such demand, Annika,” he says. He touches my chin. “Do you remember what I did when we first met?”

His voice is low and getting lower, deeper, growling—almost whispering.

“I fucking killed a man in front of you.”

It’s not that I forgot about that part. I mean it’s the whole reason I’m here right now. I think I just sort of blocked that part out for the moment. Now it comes rushing back. I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“I killed him, doll. I stabbed him over and over. It felt so fucking good to do. Almost as good as getting my dick sucked.”

My teeth chatter.

“So what now? Do I kill again? Or do I get my dick sucked?”

I feel my cheeks instantly become red-hot. I can only imagine the color red they must be for Peri to look at.

There’s no way he’s serious… no way he wants me to…

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