Page 93 of Perilous

My face is pressed against this piece of paper and down into the bed. Peri lets me go and steps away. I lift my head and take one look at the paper and I just know it’s my mother’s handwriting.

I could never forget her handwriting. The way she made her capitalA’s so elegant. A core memory tattooed on me, reminding me of my birthday cards.

And even on Christmas morning, looking at the gifts from Santa Claus, knowing the wayhewrotehiscapitalA’s, that they mimicked my mother’s…

I’m holding a letter from my mother.

“There’s dozens of them,” Peri says. “She’s been writing to you for years.”

“W-w-why?” I whisper as I shake. “She took money and… left…”

“That’s another topic for another time, doll. You didn’t trust me just now.”

I turn my head and look at Peri through blurry eyes, laced with tears.

“He told me she was dead,” I say. “He let me skip her funeral too. I was too sad to go and he sat on the fucking bed next to me and told me it was okay to stay home. He… he played me.”

Peri steps toward me and grabs the letter from my mother and throws it from the bed. He hovers over me. All I can think right now is thatthe beast is angry.

“I feel so empty,” I confess.

“Good,” Peri says. “Gives me a reason to fill you then.” He grabs the back of my neck and drives me down to the bed again. “I’m the only one who’s ever cared for you, Annika. I’ve never lied to you. I’ve never hurt you. I’m all you have left in this life. If it wasn’t for me, you’d already be dead. Or you’d be locked up in a fucking cage, bought and sold over and over.”

“I know,” I whimper. “Perilous, I know.”

His left hand grabs the back of my pants and he pulls with a growl. His fingers touch the front of my jeans, the button opening with ease, and then he’s touching me. Strong fingertips suddenly digging at my clit. He moves fast.

Abandoning my clit, his fingers move and curl against the back of my jeans and panties, pulling them down. Peri then touches me from behind. His middle finger exploring my pussy, thrusting into me, breaking me open. Curling and pulling, forcing my hips to buck with force as I cry out.

I’m still crying, literally crying. Tears spilling from my eyes.

I’m stripped from the waist down and before I can look back and realize what is happening, Peri’s hand connects with my right ass cheek. I cry out louder, tingling pain creeping up to my lower back.

“It’s about trust,” Peri says.

He repeats the same motion. For the third time, he smacks and grabs, keeping me down on the bed.

“You’ve been lied to by everyone,” Peri says. “And I’m your savior. I took you. I saved you. I claimed you.”

His hand strokes between my legs again. I’m a sopping mess of need and tattered emotion. He soaks his middle finger once more and then moves to another hole.

I groan and bite a pillow as he breaks another barrier, taking my forbidden desire. Thrusting deep, the pressure making my hips shake.

“Perilous,” I say. “More…”

His finger digs and twists inside my ass and then he pulls it free. The forbidden touch is gone.

Peri grabs the back of my shirt and pushes it up my back.

“Naked,” he orders. “Now.”

One word orders are the sexiest if you ask me.

As I lift up a little, he smacks my ass again, this time harder than ever. I groan and feel him holding me down onto the bed. That leaves me wrestling out of my shirt, making sure I don’t move too much and piss off an already pissed off Peri.

My heart has been shattered into more pieces than I can even count. Truths and lies… where the truths were the lies. My life an entire…

Peri unzips his jeans, pulls his cock free and slaps it between my legs.

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