Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
PERILOUS
Everyone has secrets. Everyone has some dirt they don’t want someone else to dig around in. And to me, that’s what makes Annika so interesting.
A secret war within the Legion ? And it all hinges on my pet-like loyalty to Luc and the throne. Trust me, thinking about that makes me want to fucking vomit.
In some ways Luc figures he has me by the balls. The task he had me complete and what I had to do— who I had to kill —he knows he’s fucked with my head. He’s not wrong. It’s just that he didn’t completely break me. Not yet.
And now Annika is mine. I chose her before I knew who she was. My pet . And is someone going to tell me what to do with my new toy?
I sit on the floor of the bedroom, listening to the soft sounds of Annika breathing as she sleeps. An eventful day for both of us. One that has come and now gone.
The screen of my phone lights up my face as I stare at her father’s name.
Holom Alistair.
Hedge fund bullshit kind of guy. The kind of cliché you’d expect to see within the Legion . Tons of money and power but never really a face that many would recognize. That’s how they like it.
Same could be said for the broods . We may be younger and bigger and look the part of the kind of bad boy fantasy that some women get off on, but the reality is that we are trained to kill and aren’t afraid to do so. You don’t get anywhere in life without your hands getting dirty or bloody. Which means Annika’s father has some blood on his hands too.
I try to rationalize what the fuck could be happening in which Luc would want to hurt Holom so badly. Either Holom fucked up or Luc is looking for more control. When you slow down and think about it…
There’s a reason why Luc sits on the throne. He’s manipulative. He’s a step ahead. He knows who he is and he isn’t afraid to show himself in certain capacities.
Think about this for a second.
Imagine if Holom Alistair is a good father. Or a decent father. Or a man that feels emotion toward his only child. Remember that part. Annika is an only child.
Mother isn’t in the picture.
Even if Holom is a shitty father by any standards, he’s at least present. He offers up his money as his show of love. That allowed Annika to live the life she’s had so far.
Think about how to bring a rich and powerful man down to his knees. How to break his soul. How to get to his heart. How to shatter his mind.
Through his only child. His daughter…
Now I’m not going to blow smoke in anyone’s face and claim I know shit about psychology, but that feels deep if you ask me. That feels really fucking deep.
Annika goes missing, which is very convenient for Luc to have happen. And Luc being the person he is, it’s only logical to just jump at the idea of having Annika found and killed. Imagine what that would do to Holom.
Turn him into fucking mush. Especially if Luc has pictures of his dead daughter. Her fucking throat slit ear to ear. Her eyes open, no existence of life at all.
I look up from my phone to the figure in the bed. The bathroom light is on and the door is partially closed, leaving enough light so that I can see Annika sleeping.
At the same time, if I bring her back alive, then what? What the fuck will Luc do then?
Holom will be thrilled. I’ll be a fucking hero to him. But a traitor to Luc.
If Luc is going rogue here, it could cause some issues in the Legion.
Luc’s father…
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 of snap my fingers inside 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 been a 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 big fuck you hovering around me. It’s silent yet loud. That big fuck you is 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.
Annika’s eyes look and then go wide. She realizes what’s happening.
I move my left hand to her mouth, covering it. I squeeze but not too tight. Her hands fall to the bed and she grabs the sheets.
I realize right now I could fuck her mouth. I could fuck her tits. I could fuck her ass. I could take her cunt again. Instead I stand there and stroke myself as fast as I can.
Annika’s eyes remain wide as she stares at me.
“Pull your top down, doll,” I growl. “I want to see your tits covered in my cum.”
She moans against my hand and that little sensation sends my body into overdrive. I’m about ready to fucking blow my load right then and there.
Her hands quickly move, thumbs hooking around the thin straps of her top, sliding them down her chest, letting her tits fall free.
They’re fucking beautiful. They form down against her chest, soft mounds of tender flesh. Her nipples are pebbled buttons, dark pink, each areola its own pattern in a fucking perfect circle as though she’s been painted from some innocent sense of heaven.
I can’t fucking take it with her anymore. My hand squeezes her mouth as my balls throb.
“Push your tits together, doll,” I order her. “Play with your nipples. Now .”
The last word is a growl, slightly breathless. My legs are flexed tight and I’m leaning against the bed. I can’t believe how fucking close I am right now.
Annika cups her hands under her tits and presses them together. Her tits aren’t big , at least not for my grip. They’re cute, perky, fun to play with and sink my teeth into.
But.
Watching her hands touch, they look much bigger. Fuller. Her thumbs stroke her nipples and they harden even more.
“Fuck,” I growl as I realize I’m there .
I turn just enough and hiss loudly as my cock throws the first rope of hot cum onto her chest. It actually hits just under her chin and then leaves a line on her chest.
I pull myself toward her right tit and watch as my cum smothers her nipple with its thick, milky release. I cover just her right tit with cum.
I completely forget that my left hand is covering her mouth. When I look at her eyes again, I see tears rolling down her cheeks. I remove my left hand from her mouth and see the damage I’ve done.
My fingerprints heavily marked her face. Her lips quivering.
I lean down and kiss her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, circling around and pulling back.
I taste blood.
I’ve cut the inside of her mouth from my grip.
Oh fucking well, doll.
I tuck my cock back into my jeans and I order Annika to cover her tits and go back to sleep.
She wrestles her tank top back up over her chest. A wet spot instantly appears from inside her tank top on the right side of her chest. My cum seeping into her top. I know she’s wet.
Fuck that.
She’s like a broken dam between her legs right now. I know I could get away with just gently flicking her clit and she would explode. That’s okay.
She didn’t go right back to sleep. She just stares up at me. And I stare down at her. I’ll fucking stand here all night long, it doesn’t bother me one bit. Life only matters for two reasons.
Fucking. And dying.
But when you’re part of Sinners Academy and you’re part of a brood and you mostly respect the Legion …
There is a third reason for life to matter.