Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ANNIKA
There’s nothing in my stomach for me to throw up.
Also… Peri is fucking lying to me right now. He’s a fucking liar.
A liar!
He…
He has to be lying to me. Right?
My mother is dead. She’s been dead since I was—
“He set her up with close to a billion dollars,” Peri says. “Fucking paid her to go away. And she spent years writing to you. Thinking she was somewhat part of your life. Trying to get herself cleaned up. Her words, not mine.”
I’m breaking the rules now as I shake my head. I don’t care what Peri does to me next.
This. Is. Not. Fucking. True.
His right hand grabs my hair. I don’t give a fuck.
“I knew you’d be like this for this part,” he growls at me.
He turns and walks, dragging me behind him, by my hair. I stumble and want to scream but I don’t bother. I feels used and beat up right now. My head hurts from throwing up and from the truths I’ve been told.
And now… this…?
I was at her fucking funeral!
I saw…
Wait.
I wasn’t at her funeral.
I was sad. Sick. I was depressed. I was… alone…
Peri grunts as he throws me toward the bed. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.
“Look at this then, doll,” he says.
The paper is tossed to the bed and he slides his hand to the back of my head and drives my face down.
“I warned you not to fucking question me,” he growls. “I told you to fucking trust me.”
“I’m sorry,” I manage to whisper before I start to cry.
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 capital A ’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 way he wrote his capital A ’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 that the 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.
I reach back and unhook my bra.
Peri’s massive right hand presses at the middle of the back. It’s hard to take a full breath but I don’t seem to care about that just yet. I want him inside me. I want to feel his cock open me. Tear me. Stretch me.
The moment he touches me, I’m quickly lifted out of the hellish state of reality that my life has become. One deep thrust and I scream out, my body invaded by pressure and pleasure, my mind exploding with every possible thought and truth I’ve been told.
I beg for Peri to fuck the sadness out of me but there’s no way that’s possible. No way at all. I’m hurt. I’m crushed. I’m…
Peri grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed over my head. He’s on top of me, his muscular bodyweight smothering me. I feel his breath on the back of my head as he grunts, pressing himself harder and harder against me, digging deeper into me.
He lowers his mouth down to my ear and bites at me for a moment.
“Trust me or die,” he growls as he starts to really fuck me. “Nobody cares about you, Annika. They all want you dead. Even me. I was ordered to kill you. I defied the order given to keep you alive. Name one person who has sacrificed anything close to that.”
He grunts and pounds at me. I bite at the bedsheets, biting at my own hair as it covers my face.
My wrists hurt from his tight grip. I can’t take a full breath because of him on top of me. And his cock… oh my fucking God … his cock. He’s found himself a depth and angle that I sheathe with my tight, wetness and all it’s doing is sending signals of my climax in the midst of the heartbreaking truths of my life.
Tears fill my eyes and fall with ease. I want to respond to Peri but I just groan. I whimper.
I weep.
He fucks me as I cry. My protector. That’s what he is. Whether I like it that way or not, it doesn’t fucking matter. He’s right.
He kidnapped me which saved my life. He never hurt me. He went against the order given to him to kill me.
But…
Why?
An orgasm wave crests from deep inside my core and I can’t help myself as I thrust back at him, feeling a warm rush of need desperate to escape my body.
Peri fucks me through that feeling. The sound of his wet thrusts growing louder. I can’t believe I’m coming right now, all things considered.
This is what Peri has done to me. His cock. His hands. His evilness. It’s all connected to my body and my pleasure. He’s opened doors that I never knew even existed.
Peri kisses the back of my left shoulder and grunts. I bite my bottom lip. Fresh tears attack my eyes again. My emotions are blown up right now. But the questions burn…
Why?
Why did Peri save me? Why did Peri not listen to the order to kill me?
Why won’t Peri come inside me?
Why…
Peri growls and pulls his thick, throbbing cock out of my body. He climbs to his feet, standing on the bed, like a gigantic monster, holding his gigantic, monstrous cock with his right hand.
I watch as he strokes himself once before his cum explodes from his cock. I feel his cum hit my left shoulder. My hands tighten around the pillows on the bed as my hips wiggle and grind. I’m literally humping my own bed as Peri jerks his pulsing cock, depositing his cum all over my bed. Leaving warm ropes clinging from my left shoulder down to the curve of my ass.
He then stands here, pulling at himself with grunting force. I watch as the head of his cock is still leaking cum. He runs his hand over the head of his cock and then reaches down and smears his cum all over my lips and thrusts his fingers into my mouth. He then steps off the bed and tucks his cock away.
I swallow him down and lick my lips for more.
“I trust you,” I call out to him. “I swear on my life, Perilous , I trust you. I think…” I swallow and taste his cum. “I know… I love you, Peri.”
What the fuck did I just say?
He stares at me, eyes wide, pulsing with anger.
I can’t believe I just confessed my love for Peri. Is it really love though? Like actual love? Or is it… just that he’s the only one who hasn’t lied to me?
He hasn’t betrayed me. He had the chance to kill me but didn’t. He was ordered to kill me. But he didn’t. I want to know why.
Peri moves back toward the bed and places his left hand to the back of my neck and squeezes. He bends forward and kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth the way he thrusts his cock into my pussy or his fingers into my ass. There’s something really sexy about him kissing me after putting his cum into my mouth.
I don’t know if he loves me back or not, and I’m not sure I really care or not.
His mouth pulls away from my mouth with a sexy, wet sound.
“There’s one last thing you need to know, doll.”
My body runs cold.
What now? What the fuck else is going on?
Peri moves the hair out of my face and I roll a little to my left. His eyes move to my breasts. The cum on my back tickles and trickles down toward the bed.
He touches my bottom lip with his thumb and strokes.
“May I ask something first?” I whisper, fear in my voice.
Peri nods.
“Do you know where she is right now?”
He nods again.
I close my eyes. My mother is alive and Peri knows where she is.
I open my eyes and look at the man I’ve fallen in love with. I want to scream NO to myself but there is no voice. All I have is Peri.
My eyes fill with tears once again. Peri leans down and kisses the corner of my eye. Kissing my tears. He moves his mouth to my ear.
“I have to kill them,” he whispers. “There’s no choice, Annika. I am going to kill your best friend first. Then I’m going to kill your father.”
My teeth chatter.
But this time… I don’t cry.