Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
ANNIKA
Pulling the front of my shirt down is like tearing a band aid off my nipple. I whimper and bite my bottom lip. Peri’s cum has dried like a thick super glue. When I look down at my nipple, it’s the same color pink as always even though it’s gently throbbing in pain. And with that pain comes this electric sense of… enjoyment .
That part doesn’t make sense to me. I’ve never bumped an elbow off a wall by accident and squirted with an orgasm. I’ve never chewed food too hard and bit the inside of my mouth and started to come in my panties. So this is all new to me. This is all fascinating.
Yet, it’s not. It’s not any of that.
He kidnapped me!
He… he attacked me!
He threw me against a wall and knocked me out. He tied me up in a basement, drugged me and then brought me to a room. He let me go just to fuck with my head.
And yet I let him fuck me. I let him lick my pussy. I let him choke me .
And I like all of it.
Including the dried cum on my breast and inside my tank top.
The bathroom door opens without an ounce of consideration for myself and I let out a yelp. I turn, still holding my tank top, my right boob bouncing freely.
Peri’s eyes look and he curls his lip.
“Put your tit away,” he growls. “We’re going on an adventure.”
I swallow hard. I want to ask where but I know better. I don’t bother putting on my bra. It’s just a tank top and the gigantic hoodie that smells like Peri.
It’s not the smell of cologne or soap or anything. It’s the smell of a man . An evil man. Sweat that stinks like rotten ash from hell. And that smell tickles the inside of my nose and then instantly it tickles between my legs.
I try to tell myself to get angry and fight back, to take off running. All I need is to get changed, get my IDs and some cash, and I’m gone. I could be in Paris by the morning, eating a croissant and drinking dark roast coffee, waiting for some tall, skinny Frenchman to show up, flirt with me, and then fuck Peri out of my system.
As soon as I step out of the room, Peri grabs my hair and pulls it. Really hard.
I stumble back and bite my bottom lip. The pain makes my eyes water. The pain makes my pussy water too.
“Remember,” he says. “Someone wants you dead. Someone very fucking powerful, doll. There’s a war happening that you can’t possibly understand. You can hate my fucking guts and wish me a horrible death. I wouldn’t blame you. I may not be wearing white armor, but I’m the only one who can fucking save you.”
“Save me… just to kill me…?”
“At least you get an extra few breaths and orgasms out of it.”
Peri pushes me forward out of the room.
I pull the hood up and he hands me a pair of sunglasses. We go out into the real world. The one where my father is desperate to find me alive. The one where someone my father knows wants me dead. The one where Perilous knows more truths than he’s willing to tell me.
And I can’t tell if it’s because he cares…
… or if he’s just enjoying savoring time with me before he actually does kill me.
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I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with Peri killing me.
I mean, yes, the guy threatens it fifty times an hour, so the phrasing and all that is definitely stuck in my head. If I had only jumped into the world of psychology instead of business and finance I would then be able to put an answer to my question. And then maybe I could even talk Peri into letting me go.
Except he did let me go, didn’t he?
In fact, right now? I’m not captured at all. I can just walk away. Sure, he’ll warn me that someone wants me dead…
“Do whatever you need to do,” Peri’s deep voice says. “There isn’t really a rush right now. You don’t have any roommates or expect any visitors, right?”
It’s amazing how my apartment looks so foreign right now. The place is cute and killer expensive. I get to live alone, a huge bonus in my book. I can’t imagine sharing space with other girls. Hair everywhere in the shower and mismatched periods alone is enough to make me want to go insane.
And when I say I live alone , I mean… alone . There’s not even a carnival goldfish in a bowl. Not even a plant begging me for a droplet of water. It’s just me. Which maybe explains why there’s been no real sense of urgency that I kind of went missing.
And even Molly…
What the fuck did she do?
Get worried?
What does that mean?
Did she call my father? Did she ask around about me?
“Annika,” Peri’s voice is sharp.
I gasp and turn and look at him.
“I’m all alone,” I blurt out. “Okay? I have nothing. I have nobody.”
Great, now my chin is quivering. My vomit spewing doesn’t stop there.
“So why the fuck would someone want me dead? Huh? Answer me that, Perilous. How do I know this isn’t just some game? Maybe you’re fucking with me. Trying to see how far I’ll go along with this. Are you a psycho or what?”
Talk about poking the bear, right?
More like kicking the bear in the face.
Peri charges at me. I don’t even flinch. My heart jumps as though it wants to be afraid, yet my body warms up, secretly wondering what he’s going to do to me. Secretly wanting it to hurt yet feel fucking good .
Peri grabs me by the hips and picks me up with such ease. I’m eye level with him. He continues to walk. I feel like I’m floating through the air… until I collide with a wall.
I groan. My upper back and the back of my head take the brunt of the hit.
“Who the fuck are you to question me?” Peri growls, his nose almost touching mine. “You think you’re the only one who could end up dead right now? Fucking slut. You’re better off with my cock in your throat so you can’t say stupid stuff.”
He’s spitting on my face. He’s angry .
My chest heaves with deep breaths. I point my toes toward the floor but I can’t touch the floor.
“Do you want me to slit your throat, doll? Leave you on the floor to bleed out? Let someone find you? Is that what you fucking want?”
My teeth chatter.
No! I don’t want that!
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know what’s going on to actually answer that.”
Peri’s mouth moves over mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth. He pushes me against the wall even harder. His hands squeeze my hips tighter. Pain soars throughout my body yet I want him to keep kissing me.
He stops. He places me on my feet. He gasps with a growl. A beast desperate to feast but holding back.
“Why don’t you take a shower,” he says, not in question form, but more of a command.
“Are you saying I smell bad?” I throw at him, hoping to cut a little of the tension.
He leans down toward me. “I want to see hot shower water cascading all over your fucking amazing body, Annika.”
My jaw drops and my face burns red hot.
Oh… fuck…
Without warning, Peri grabs the hoodie and lifts it up over my head. Next is my tank top. That leaves me topless in front of him.
His massive, strong hands move over my breasts, engulfing them. He squeezes them with force. I groan and whimper.
His hands drop away, leaving my breasts feeling cold and abandoned. My nipples respond by tightening into hard buds.
Peri shoves my pants and thong down in one move. I’m then left to step out of them on my own, along with my shoes. I place my hands against the wall and work to step out of my socks.
As I wiggle, my breasts bounce and Peri’s eyes scan all over me. I suddenly want him to enjoy what he’s looking at. I have to remind myself this man is a kidnapper. He’s violent. He threatens to kill me…
Peri picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. His right hand grabbing just below my ass, at the back of my leg. He walks me to the bathroom but he doesn’t put me down right away. Instead, he turns on the shower and lets it warm up. All the while I’m dangling over his shoulder.
His fingers are moving more and more between my legs. I know he feels the heat he’s caused. Before he actually touches me there , Peri tosses me into the shower.
I stumble back, hitting the tiled wall, and my feet slide. I cry out and grab for the top of the shower door to keep myself from actually hitting the slippery shower floor.
The hot water feels like a kiss from heaven. I haven’t showered in days. When I reach for the shower door, Peri grabs my wrist and twists it. I jump to my toes and cry out in pain.
“You are not closing that fucking door,” he growls.
The glass isn’t completely frosted. It’s mostly see-through. Peri doesn’t want to look at me through fogged glass. He wants to watch me shower.
He just stands there. I face him, the water hitting the right side of my head and body.
Slowly, I turn and put my head back. My eyes close and the water engulfs my hair, head, and my face. I reach for my shampoo and start to shower as though there isn’t some big, muscular psycho staring at me as I run my fingers through my hair and scrub at my scalp.
I take my bar of pink soap and lather it between my hands. I don’t have a washcloth and I’m not going to ask Peri to get me one. That means I rub the smooth bar against my skin. My left shoulder, down my arm, across to my belly. Then up.
I glance at Peri as I ease the soap over my breast. I lather the right side of my body. Then I rub my hands against the bar and reach down. I swallow hard, blush, and wash myself down there .
Before I can place the soap back to its holder, Peri’s left hand reaches into the shower and grabs for me. His fingers slid around my slippery throat. His right fingers touch between my legs.
I gasp and jump, dropping the soap to the floor.
His fingertips instantly find my swollen clit. He’s aggressive. His left hand squeezes my throat tighter.
Fuck… oh fuck…
The pleasure ripples throughout my body like an instant disease. My hips jump and buck. I move up to my toes for a second, and then my feet are flat against the floor. I thrust against his touch, arching my body a little, giving myself to him.
Take it! Take whatever you want!
He pinches my clit with two fingers and pulls. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I scream out and throw my head back. I’m seconds away from orgasm that quick.
Just as I feel myself about to crest like the wave of a tsunami, Peri moves his fingers down and plunges them into my pussy.
And I mean… plunge.
His fingers go deeper than some guy’s cocks have gone. The lower part of the palm on his hand grinds against my clit. That’s more than any person could possibly handle. I start to come and his two fingers inside me suddenly curl and pull.
My hips thrust and I feel a warm gush escape from my body that makes me whimper.
Peri continues to fuck me with his fingers and slamming the palm of his hand against my clit. The pressure and throbbing of my body becomes so much I grab and claw at Peri’s wrists.
“I’ll stop when I’m done with you,” he growls at me.
I take my hands away from his wrist and my entire body shakes. Peri’s fingers have their way with me for another few seconds. And then they’re gone. His touch vanishes and my legs finally give out.
I don’t know how I must look as I slide down to the floor in the shower, curling up, hugging my knees, staring up at Peri with my jaw dropped and my body pulsing with so much pleasure. I feel like I can cry right now. But I’m not sad at all. He’s fucked me with his fingers so hard that my emotions are broken.
Peri looks at his hand. He rubs his thumb against his middle and ring fingers, showing me the clear, sticky liquid that has just come out of my own body. He flicks his tongue against the top of his middle finger.
Then he reaches down and begins to unzip his jeans.