Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
PERILOUS
Annika is in the shower as I sit in her living room with Tyrant, Vic, and Demo.
“Everything is true,” Vic says to me.
I asked him to flex using his father’s resources to make sure what I found is one thousand percent accurate. In fact, I asked all three of them to do something for me. Just for complete and total clarification. Which now gives me complete control.
“Kept under the radar,” I whisper.
“Everything has,” Demo says. “And I’m sorry I let that traitorous cunt into this apartment. Those fucking eyes of hers. They got to me.”
“You didn’t know the full story,” I say.
“I do now. That fucking cunt ran right to Holom’s apartment. She found him on the floor and thought he was dead. You know what she did? When she realized he was just drunk and passed out? She got pillows and blankets and made a little bed on the floor, then cuddled him. You believe that?”
My hands are balled into tight fists. I look at Tyrant. He simply nods.
“Makes sense why Luc wanted her dead,” I say. “He knows everything too. He wanted the leverage over Holom. He wanted to be the one to drag his dead daughter into a room and show him that she was gone. And not just her, but his collateral.”
“This shit makes my stomach sick,” Demo says.
“This shit makes me want to start killing people,” Vic says and he cracks his knuckles.
“I’m up against this,” I say.
“We’re your brood ,” Tyrant says. “I owe you, brother. Especially after what happened with us. You took the fall when—”
“I’m going to handle this personally,” I say. “And when the time comes to face the Legion , you can stand by my side if you choose. Annika is mine now. She will be mine forever. That’s how the rules go. If I get sick of her, I’ll kill her with my own hands and move on in life.”
The bedroom door opens behind us and I look to see Annika wearing nothing but a towel.
As soon as she realizes who is here her cheeks turn bright red. She angles herself, trying to hide her perfectly curved hips and amazing tits. Even hidden behind a towel her figure shows itself off.
I instantly want to gouge out everyone’s eyes.
She’s mine.
You don’t fucking look at her. Ever.
I blink a few times, coming back to reality.
“Give me a second, doll,” I tell her. “Then I’ll be in.”
The door shuts.
Demo is the first to stand, grinning, shaking his head.
“What?” I ask.
“You’ll never kill her,” he says. “You claimed her because you feel something for her. Deny that shit all you want. You took a beating for her. You’d die for her.”
I step toward Demo and Vic gets right up in my face. His rattlesnake look does nothing to help calm me.
“Take care of her,” he whispers to me. “You just destroyed her life and she needs you.”
“You know Luc isn’t going to back down,” Tyrant says. “If he knows something, which he does, he’s going to have to make a move. Which he tried. You outsmarted him once.”
“I’m not running to the Legion for permission to defend the woman I claimed,” I growl. “I’ll take care of her how I want to do so. End of fucking discussion.”
I motion for the apartment door and they take the hint and leave.
I lock the door behind them and grit my teeth. The truth of this whole thing is that it would have been easier and smarter to have just killed Annika. Slit her throat, let her bleed out, and delivered the body to Luc. So Luc could have delivered the body to Holom. The Legion dealing with their own bullshit.
But nope, here I am…
Fuck.
Maybe it’s more than just caring about her that I feel. It can’t be love though. I can’t love someone. It’s not part of me anymore.
So what the fuck do I exactly feel for this woman then?
* * *
Annika sits on the edge of the bed, her hair wet, touching her shoulders. She stares at the floor, her heart broken, eyes weary, her mind torn and tired.
I have plenty of ways to help her sleep, but right now isn’t the time to sleep. This is a time to plan. A time to attack.
I step closer to Annika and touch under her chin and tilt her head back so she looks at me. Her eyes have an effect on my heart. They remind me that I have a heart. A heart that beats. A heart that functions. That alone makes me want to kill her.
“It’s a lot to think about,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, but that’s the truth, Perilous . I’m not questioning you at all, I swear. It’s just a lot.” She swallows hard. “He tricked me into skipping the funeral for my mother. Because there was no funeral. So she just took money and left? That’s it?”
“You have to give the truth a chance to settle in, doll,” I tell her.
“You know where she is. You know everything. I know that you know. I’m going to figure this out.”
My hand moves to her throat. Annika makes a sudden move and claws my hand away. She jumps up and makes her move toward the door. She’s wearing nothing but a towel.
I grab for her, my fingers hooking at the back of the towel, pulling it away from her body. She doesn’t care. She just wiggles out of the towel and thinks she’s getting away from me.
My left arm reaches out and wraps around her body and I pick her up and pull her against me. Annika throws her elbows, wanting to get free.
My hand grabs at her right tit, squeezing so hard she yelps and finally stops moving.
“Where the fuck are you going, huh?” I growl. “Are you going to run out of here naked? And do what?”
Annika reaches up and back for me, succumbing to reality once again.
I look down at her beautiful body and my hand holding her right tit. Her nipple pokes between my pointer and middle fingers. I pinch my fingers together and pull, making Annika groan and whimper.
She lowers her hands and her knees buckle. “Is this is? Huh? This is what I get out of life? Why won’t you tell me something about yourself?”
I grit my teeth. I turn and throw Annika on the bed again.
She climbs up to her hands and knees, her ass and cunt high in the air. She’s freshly showered and smells like lavender and sweet wetness. Annika looks back at me, waiting.
I reach and stroke her cunt with the middle finger of my left hand. I then lick my finger, tasting her flavor. I place my hand to her lower back and drive her down to the bed.
Now my fucking head is the one spinning in circles. I know what she wants me to confess to her. And I know other things I want to confess to her. That requires admitting she’s more than just my claimed one. And it’s more than just caring.
It’s deeper. It has meaning.
She’s already confessed her love for me. If I cut out her tongue she can never confess that to me again.
I sit down on the bed next to her. I lift her head and place it onto my lap and touch her wet hair.
“What you know and assume isn’t the truth about me,” I say in a low voice. “I’ve blown your life up with truths. I’ve saved you. And as the one who claimed you, I will protect you with my life. I’ve killed before. Many times, Annika. More times than you need to know. My hands are murderous hands. My eyes aren’t just evil, they’ve witnessed me doing evil things.”
Metal. Crunching.
That silence after…
I squeeze the back of Annika’s neck. She whispers one word to me.
“Ow…”
I let up on my grip.
“You asked me a question once about the way I end things.”
“End things?” Annika asks.
“The way I fucking come, doll. That I didn’t fill your belly with my cum. Right? That I didn’t fill your cunt with my cum. That I didn’t fill your ass with my cum. Right?”
She nods her head against my leg. I touch her right shoulder.
“I don’t love. I fuck. I kill. I take my orders. I complete them. I move on. It’s really that simple.”
“No, it’s not,” Annika says.
She’s defying me right now.
My muscles tense up.
She lifts her head and props herself up on her knees. She holds a blanket against her body.
“My life is a lie, Perilous ,” she says. “My father wanted to sell me to pay some debt. The secret group my father and you are part of wanted me dead. My mother is still alive. Oh, and my best friend has been fucking my father and she wanted to help have me kidnapped. And you’re going to tell me things are simple?”
I grab her face and curl my lip. “I can’t come inside someone unless it’s love.”
“Fuck. Someone hurt you. Someone you loved hurt you.”
She makes the connection which was the reason for my unwillingness to speak about this.
Annika touches my face. “You were in love. And something bad happened. And now…”
I cover her mouth with my hand as my eyes grow wide. Before I can throw her from the bed she claws at my shirt, knowing my intentions.
“She tried to kill me,” I whisper. “I was set up by someone else. I’ve faced the same fate as you, Annika. Family wanting me dead. And I let it happen without being smart enough to realize it. Letting that cunt squeeze my cock, taking my cum, leaving me feeling all fucked up in the head. Not realizing what was happening…”
I reach down and open my jeans and push them down. My cock springs free. I’m always ready when Annika is near me. I’m always hard. I’m always throbbing.
I pull her on top of me and pull her down. Her cunt is soaked. Her warm sheath takes hold as I thrust up, pounding through her sweet, honey-laced barrier.
A growl escapes my throat and I can’t believe the noise I make. It’s almost like a fucking howl.
Annika screams with delight as she’s taken every rigid inch of my cock inside her body. Still holding onto my shirt, a grip so tight her hands are shaking. I know she’s not letting go.
“I love you, Perilous ,” she purrs at me. “I would never hurt you. If you ever died, I would die too. I could not survive without you.”
I growl, grab the back of her neck and force her to kiss me. I can’t hear these fucking words right now. I can’t hear her talking to me like this.
All I want is her cunt stroking my cock, leaving me to focus on how good it feels. She’s my drug and my addiction and while I don’t have a fucking needle to stab into my veins, I have my cock to stab into her cunt, which gives the same end result.
“Oh, fuck, Perilous ,” Annika groans. “I love you. Oh, fuck, I love you. Please… I want…”
I kiss her again. Harder. Our teeth smashing together. She yelps into my mouth but I don’t let her get away. I play with her tongue, biting at it, wanting her to shut the fuck up. Yet at the same time I want her to keep going. I want her to keep talking like she is.
Her hips pump with force and I match her speed. At this point I’ll just fuck the ability to speak out of her. I don’t give a fuck if she loves me or not. That part doesn’t bother me at all. It’s the other side of it…
Fuck.
Do I love her?