Page 49 of Perilous

Annika’s father…

I grit my teeth and chase away all thoughts. I’ve got a technique that I guess is some kind of instant meditation thing. When my head gets too messy or too loud, I just kind ofsnap my fingersinside my head and it all goes silent.

To be fair, most of the time it doesn’t work, so I just find someone who looks at me weird so I can then smash their fucking head into a wall.

When I try to clear my head too much, there’s always one thing that rushes back first and takes over.Crunching metal…

I shut my phone screen off and sit in the silence and the darkness. Another thought rushes forward. A thought I have been blocking this entire time. One chipping away at me. The driving force behind everything I’ve been doing.

One word. One fucking simple word that makes everything so much more complicated.

Redemption.

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There’s beena lot I’ve had to do I won’t ever talk about. My stories will die in the darkness in the back of my memory. I’ll carry them like tumors attached to my body, bear their weight, and someday take my final breath and be done with it all.

That doesn’t change a thing about Annika though.

I stand at the edge of the bed. She’s on her back. She sleeps in a tank top and panties. That’s it. That’s her pajamas of choice. Well, it’s all she has at the moment.

Fuck…

There’s a bigfuck youhovering around me. It’s silent yet loud. That bigfuck youis sleeping. Peacefully sleeping.

I reach with my left hand and gently move hair out of Annika’s face. My cock pulses. Throbs. Starts to ache, which I refuse to allow to happen. I’ve got enough fucking aches everywhere else in my body, my mind, and my fucking life.

Using just my right hand, I open my jeans and push them down, freeing my cock. I’m actually surprised at how hard I am right now. My balls tighten and the muscles in my legs flex.

My teeth grit and I stare down at my cock, watching it grow thicker and harder. Watching veins fill with need. The head of my cock gently shakes, waiting for the required attention it needs right now.

I wrap my right hand around my heavy root and squeeze tight. My left hand touches Annika’s hair again. My fingers slide with ease. I take a deep breath.

My pet. My slut.

My… my…

I swallow hard and run my hand up to the full head of my cock.

Annika purrs in her sleep. She even smiles, offering a little secret about herself that she likes her hair played with.

Not that I give a single fuck about it.

I’ll never fucking play with her hair. I’m here to pull her hair and order her around as I see fucking fit.

A small groan rumbles in my throat as my hand slides back down my cock. I start to stroke myself, slow but with purpose and force. My left fingertips barely graze Annika’s right cheek. My hand touches her throat.

She’s so soft and delicate. I can’t imagine her dead. I just can’t. Yet it’s on the table. It’s more than just a possibility right now. It’s a fucking probability.

Unless…

I stroke my cock harder and faster. My left hand grabs at Annika’s throat and I squeeze hard enough to wake her. Her eyes pop open and she tries to sit up.

I release my hold on my cock with my right hand and place my hand against her chest to hold her down.

She grabs for my wrist, hands shaking, clawing at me. I know without a doubt she’s thinking this is the moment when I kill her. To be fair, it’s been talked about over and over.

I shake my head, which actually calms her a little. My right hand slides down her body and then away. Back to my cock.

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