Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
ANNIKA
He looks like he wants to kill me and I have no idea why.
My fingers are curled, shaking, his fierce grip on my wrists tighter than ever before. My inner thighs shake with pleasure, my pussy throbs with my own orgasm.
Everything inside my body aches. That intense, somewhat dull ache. That… first time … ache.
I did not return to this room for what just happened. But what just happened… just happened… Perilous makes his moves and my body is helpless to his touch.
He tells me someone wants me dead and my reaction is to want him to taste my pussy and then fuck me so hard it hurts?
And now the look in his eyes. It’s worse than any look I’ve ever seen before. I don’t get it. What guy doesn’t want to be taken care of ?
We didn’t exactly have the chance to, you know, get to know one another where I could have mentioned I’m safely on birth control and he could do what he wants with that… so when he pulled out of me, I had the urge to keep the moment going.
I pictured grabbing his huge, thick cock and pumping it, letting his cum go everywhere. Coating my hands. Hitting my shirt, my belly, pointing his cock down, letting him drop his warm seed between my legs.
Instead…? He’s acting like I took out a machete and tried to cut his cock off. He’s taking deep breaths through his nose. The exhales are loud. His breath hits my face. I feel like I’m in a monster horror movie and the monster has its prey and is being quiet, breathing, waiting to feast.
What did I do wrong?
And to think… I was free. I walked out of this room. Free to go. Perilous hadn’t lied to me. He opened the door and allowed me to leave. I let him coax me back.
Then a thought hits me. Someone wants me dead…? It’s him. It’s Perilous who wants me dead! And I’m dumb enough to walk right back into the lion’s den.
Something tells me I won’t be granted freedom a second time.
* * *
I rinse my shirt off in the sink. Standing there, scrubbing Perilous’ cum away down the drain. I look at my reflection, wearing nothing but the same bra from the night I went out with Molly.
Molly…
She has to know by now. She has to be freaking out.
There has to be others too. I mean, obviously my father…
I look to my left and Perilous fills the doorway to the bathroom with his size.
“How’s your cunt feel?”
What a vulgar question to ask a woman after having sex with her.
As I stare at Perilous, I hold my wet shirt and shiver. My skin breaks out in goosebumps and my nipples tighten. They poke against my bra and there’s no way for me to hide it. If I hadn’t worn my I want to be fucked bra this wouldn’t be an issue. Every woman has their comfortable bra. One with extra padding. One that doesn’t look sexy but feels like a blanket to wear.
Nope. Not me. Not right now.
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 me Peri .”
Why does that turn me on?
“Peri,” I whisper.
Hot chills attack my body. My pussy literally throbs. 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?!
This asshole attacked me, kidnapped me… and I’m… thanking him?
His right hand touches my face, his grip tightening, holding my left cheek against his right palm.
“They want you dead, doll,” he whispers. “I’ve been given the order to kill you. An order that if I personally defy, I will end up dead.”
“Please,” I whisper.
“As much as I want to kill you right now, I need to know more,” he whispers. “My intrigue has bought you a little more time.”
He moves away from me. I clutch at the blanket tighter.
“Your father has personally asked me to find you and bring you back to him safely. I guess he loves you, huh? Cares about you. You’re his only daughter. Only child. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Your father is very rich and powerful, right?”
I nod.
You know this already though.
“Can I ask who they is?” I ask.
“No,” Peri says. “No, you can’t. Just know things are more fucked up than you can possibly imagine.”
I lower my head. I want to burst into tears and scream. There never was freedom when I stepped out of this room. That was the trick. That was Peri’s evil move. Letting me go but knowing I would be back.
“I just have to decide what my next move is,” Peri says. “That’s going to require some thinking. Do I keep you alive? Do I kill you? Do I just play for a little while? See my dilemma?”
Something comes over me and I jump up from the bed, dropping the blanket.
“Fuck you!” I scream at Peri.
My voice booms and carries through the room.
“Fuck you!” I yell a second time.
He grabs my hair and pulls. My head snaps back. I groan. A sexual groan. My body tingles.
It’s the wrong time and place to discover such a dark side to myself, but I can’t control it. Or maybe I’m just sick in the head. A man threatens to kill me and it’s suddenly Niagara Falls between my legs as I want him to toss me around and fuck me?
I step toward Peri and have no idea what I’m going to do. He grabs my arms and holds me, which is good, because my knees start to give out.
“Why?” I whisper. “Why… me…? I’m a good person. I study hard. I have plans. I was… free…”
“Free?” Peri asks in his forever deep voice.
The vibrations of his voice move through his hands to my body. Making me shake. Making me wetter.
Ohmygod, Annika, what is wrong with you?
“Free,” I repeat. I close my eyes. “Just kill me. That’s what you really want, right? Then do it. You kidnapped me. I sucked your cock. You tasted my pussy. You fucked me. We’re done here now, right?”
There’s silence for a moment and then Peri starts to chuckle.
“You have a filthy mouth, doll,” he says. “Now open your fucking eyes and look at me.”
I do as I’m told. I look into his eyes and realize he’s not going to kill me. Not right now. I’m his pet . He’s used the word many times now. He wants to fuck with me. He wants to fuck me. This is a game for him.
“What did you mean when you said you were free ?”
I swallow hard. “I’ve been stuck here for a long time. Fulfilling my father’s wish. I knew he went to this place. He put me right in his footsteps and I played along. He never had a son, okay? There is no extending the family bloodline or any of that crap rich guys talk about. And I know they talk about it. I’ve heard it a million times. You know what I don’t want? I don’t want my father to handpick someone to be my husband. And then to dictate how many children to have. Knowing all he wants is for me to give birth to a son so that in some sense his name can continue. I’m not some fucking breeding farm animal.”
“ Moo ,” Peri whispers with half a grin.
My teeth chatter.
“I’m on birth control. And you didn’t even come inside me.”
“Go on with your fucking story, doll,” Peri says. “I’m intrigued by everything to do with you right now. Which is keeping your perfect tasting cunt alive and well.”
“I don’t want to be here,” I confess. “Not just here in this fucking room with you. I mean here .”
“Christ, doll, are you talking… suicide ?”
I smile. “No, I’m not talking that . I mean, I was this close to leaving this place. I had it all lined up and worked out. Okay?”
“You mean leaving SA .”
“Leaving SA , yes. But also leaving the country. I had a fucking plan, Peri!”
My entire body starts to shake as I think about it.
Like a person tossed from a boat in the middle of the ocean, seeing land, and swimming so fucking hard toward it. Then getting within a hundred feet, and then a fucking shark grabs your legs, pulls you back out and devours you.
“You were going to leave the country? Why?”
“Do you really give a fuck?”
“Of course I do, doll,” he says. He pulls me toward him. “I care about everything you have to say right now.”
“To use it against me. You’re going to kill me, Peri.”
“You seem confident in that statement.”
“You said you were going to kill me,” I growl.
“Maybe you can beg for your life.”
“No. I tried that. I sucked your dick.”
“And I let you leave.
He smirks. That evil smirk.
My heart thumps too hard and my inner thighs tremble too much. I’m starting to wonder if something is wrong with me.
“Peri, when I went out that night, I wasn’t alone. I was with my best friend. She has to be worried about me by now. And others.”
“You had a chance to leave, Annika. You came back.”
“So can I at least text Molly? Make up some kind of lie or something? Can I meet her for coffee? I mean, I guess maybe it doesn’t matter if my father is looking for me. But why would he be that upset so quickly? It’s not like I see him every day…”
“Like I told you already, doll, you’re intriguing,” Peri whispers. “And you don’t even know why. No way I’m letting you leave again. You’re all mine. Let me work on everything you just said. I’ll handle it.”
“What about something to eat?” I ask.
Peri smirks again. “Are you asking me out on a date, Annika?”
“If it gets food in my belly, then sure. Massage your ego. You kidnapped me and now we’re dating. You’re a crazy, sick asshole, Peri.”
Peri leans down, closer to me. “You haven’t seen crazy or sick yet, doll. Just wait until you feel my tongue teasing and playing with your tight, puckering ass.”
I suck in a breath.
He kisses my forehead.
I cannot be turned on by all of this…
… yet I cannot help it.