Page 37 of Perilous

Perilous chuckles. A deep, window-shaking, evil chuckle. His eyes lock to my nipples.

“I know your cunt is throbbing in pain, right now, doll,” he says. “You’ve never been fucked like that before. You’ve never felt someone a big as me or have someone go as deep as me.”

My mouth is dry. There’s nothing I can do and nothing I can say right now. Nothing matters. The man who kidnapped me… I let him fuck me. I let his mouth explore my body.

The thought of his aggressive tongue thrusting into my body and moving across my clit with such purposeful force…

My evil capturer has my head fucked up. Completely fucked up.

Perilous steps toward me. He grabs my shirt out of my hands and hangs it over the shower curtain to dry. He nods to exit the bathroom and I follow him.

He wrestles one of the blankets off the bed and wraps it around me. It’s the closest thing I’ve had to privacy in more hours than I care to count or know exist. It’s almost maybe the calmest gesture Perilous has offered me since we unfortunately met.

“I think you know more about me than I realize,” he says. “And the same goes for me to you.”

“I’m not sure what to think right now, Perilous.”

“Peri,” he says. “Fucking call mePeri.”

Why does that turn me on?

“Peri,” I whisper.

Hot chills attack my body. My pussyliterallythrobs. Wanting more. Aching, but somehow wanting more.

“You know my father,” I say.

“Yeah, I do,” he says. “You know about me, doll. So connect the fucking dots.”

Connect what dots?As far as I can assume, Peri is part of some secret organization or something like that. The robes. The masks. The…the…

I sit down on the bed. I’m suddenly lightheaded.

“Getting it now?” Peri asks.

I look up at Peri. “Who wants me dead?”

“That’s the really fucked up part, Annika.” He touches my chin. “It’s all so fucked up. I’m going to need to know everything about your father. Give me all the dirty secrets.”

I laugh. “Dirty secrets? I have no…”

“Don’t fuck with me,” Peri growls. “You’re in the middle of a war, doll. You’re a pawn. No. You’re a trophy. Something about you. I had to steal a taste of your cunt. I had to feel your cunt squeeze my cock. Just to know what the fuck…”

Did you like what you tasted and felt?

I can’t find the ability to ask that. My face turns bright red though.

Peri leans down and brushes his lips against my ear.

“Your cunt is heaven, Annika,” he whispers with a growl.

I swallow hard.

“Thanks,” I say.

Thanks?

Thanks?!

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