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It’s the ultimate offering of myself to him and his trust to me. He wants my pussy and I want him to not cut my throat and let me bleed out.

My heart is racing and I’m throbbing just as hard and fast between my legs. In fact, my panties cling against my body for a second as Ipeelthem away. I stop as far as I can go without leaning forward and having the knife pierce under my chin.

“You do as you’re told,” Peri says. “That will serve you well next.”

Next?

He places the knife on the bed, right next to my left hand. He’s testing me. Tempting me. Toying with me. He knows I can grab the knife in a second and…

Kill him?

Thrust the sharp blade into one of his eyes? Stab him in the neck? Go for his chest, putting the blade into his heart?

Peri lowers down to one knee before me and tears my pants and panties off. His hands grab my legs and he puts my feet up on the bed. I’m spread wide for him. My face burns bright red. My pussy so dripping wet. My own scent filtering through the air.

I’m self-conscious yet… Peri licks his lips. He likes what he sees. He likes how I taste. He reaches for the knife again. I grab the sheets and tense up. I want to close my legs but I know better than to try.

Fuck.

“See, there’s something wrong with this whole situation,” Peri says.

His eyes move from my pussy to meet my eyes, for a second.

“Now we have to trust each other, Annika.”

“Okay,” I say.

He places the knife against my mound. He rubs it left to right against my pubic hair. A couple seconds later he lowers his mouth down and blows. Little pieces of pubic hair scatter up to my stomach.

“Trust,” he says. “Do you trust me with this knife, Annika? Do you trust I won’t slip up and hurt you? Kill you? Do you trust I won’t get a little crazy and slice off a lip…”

He lowers his mouth to my pussy and flickers his tongue against my soaked labia. Goosebumps tickle my skin again.

“Yes,” I manage to say.

“Yes? Yes to what, doll? Speak the fucking words loud and clear. This is the rest of your life we’re talking about. You’re never going to leave this country. You’re not going to Paris, London, or Rome. You’re not going to meet some tan skinned man with a sweet smile who will make love to you as he whispers into your ear, speaking one of the love languages.”

Tears fill my eyes again. Peri is being honest. And he has a knife between my legs.

I’m starting to realize that my life is over…

ChapterTwenty-One

PERILOUS

The bladegently touches her cunt. She shivers. She wants to thrust but knows it’ll cut her.

Trust.

It’s all about trust.

“Is there anything you need to tell me?” I ask.

“I swear on my life, no,” Annika purrs. “I’ve never had anything to do with anything. I swear.”

I turn the knife around so the sharp end faces me. I carefullysliceand lift the knife, exposing her light pink, pearled clit. I rub the back of the knife blade against her clit and her hips shake.

“You have a dark side, Annika. This is your dark side. Pleasure. Pain. The way it mixes together. Life is dark too. I’m dark. Possessed and evil. A force that you somehow want to reckon with. That’s why you’re about to come, aren’t you, doll? The knife touching your clit. Your cunt dripping…”

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