Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
PERILOUS
Her possessive grip doesn’t let up as I pulse over and over. The squeeze of her cunt feels like I’ve been forgiven of everything wrong and am now able to embrace a life of pleasure and enjoyment. And that’s the fucking problem. I feel like someone’s hit me in the chest with a sledgehammer.
I growl, pull my spilling cock from Annika’s devilish body and jump from the bed as though it’s on fire. Between her legs she’s a creamy mess. I watch as the combination of our cum leaks from her with warm delight.
She’s still holding onto the bedsheets, taking deep breaths. Her nipples looking painfully erect, her stomach breathing heavily. My eyes move down between her legs once more and she’s pulsing.
Her clit is tender and exposed. I can’t help myself as I reach down and pinch my pointer and middle fingers against her and tug. She lets out a howling scream and pulls at the bedsheets. Her back arches up into the air as her eyes close.
My fucking God…
She starts to come once again. This woman’s pleasure is endless. There’s almost a sense of virginity to her and the way she reacts to everything I do to her. Or maybe she just understands how fucking sacred this moment is.
I came inside her.
I filled her with my cum.
Every nerve in my body twinges and my heart races. The connection between my heart and my head has been fused together once again, which is not what I fucking wanted to have happen.
I look down at my cock and I grab it. It’s still hard, warm and slippery. My cum mixed with Annika’s cum.
I start stroking myself aggressively. Pulling at my cock as though I expect to ejaculate once again. I grit my teeth and keep going until it hurts. Until my knuckles are white and my cock feels raw.
Annika sits up and moves to the edge of the bed and reaches for my wrist.
“It’s okay,” she whispers. “ Perilous . It’s okay. You can love me. It’s safe to love me.”
I rip my hand from my cock and slap her face, but not hard. Not hard at all. It’s more of a forceful grab. Spreading my cum and her cum along her cheek. My thumb pulling down at her bottom lip. Staring into her eyes.
It’s safe to love me…
My hand touches her throat. Then down to her chest. I squeeze her left tit in my hand until she groans. I run my middle finger left and right against her nipple. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps. I don’t blink. Neither does she.
My hands keep traveling down her body, feeling the smoothness of her stomach, the indent of her belly button. She jumps when I touch there. She’s ticklish. I’ll remember that forever.
I keep going until my fingers are greeted with her prickly public hair. I don’t stop. Not until my fingers touch her soft cunt once again. Not until two fingers enter her, feeling her warmth.
I pull my fingers away and I step closer to Annika.
She knows what happens next. She falls to the bed, opening her legs, waiting for me. I’ve had her once properly and now I want more.
Fuck, I need more.
My cock seeks her warmth and she accepts me with a groan and the arching of her hips. I take her once again, fucking her like I did just moments prior. I leave no inch of her tender cunt unexplored. I mold her to my desire and my need with my thrusts.
My balls gently ache as my heart races. I demand more cum to give her.
I take her by the wrists with my right hand, holding them tightly above her head. I hold her jaw with my left hand and keep her gaze upon mine. Annika opens her mouth, thinking I want to spit into it.
That’s my good pet…
I don’t spit in her mouth. I’m moments away from climaxing again and I have zero intention of pulling myself free.
Fuck, I love her. I’ve fallen in love with the woman who accidentally appeared into my life and the woman who I was ordered to kill.
Speaking of which…
My cock pulses and I grunt, feeling that first powerful spurt of cum deep inside her. As I fill her, I skip confessing my love. She knows I love her. But I do have something to tell her.
“When I pull my cock from your cunt…”
I grunt as her body squeezes me, that natural urge and desire to crave my seed. I growl and start my sentence over, gripping her jaw nice and tight.
Her eyes start to water. That’s okay.
“Annika, when I pull my cock from you cunt, we’re leaving this apartment and together we’re going to kill your best friend.”
* * *
I’ve come mentally prepared for any scenario, including killing the woman I love. If by some chance this thing gets out of hand, what fucking choice would I have?
I shut my eyes… and…
I kneel down next to Annika. Her hands are tied behind her back. Her ankles tied together too. All I can do is shake my head, wipe random strands of hair out of her face. They cling for their life, mixed with sweat and tears.
It was never supposed to be like this. Ever. I take out the needle and uncap it. At least she won’t feel any pain. She’ll literally just fall asleep and never wake up again. In that light, I’ve kept my promise to her. I haven’t hurt her. She’s just going away. Forever. And if she believes in heaven, maybe that’s where she’ll go.
She shakes and thrashes and screams through the gag in her mouth for me to stop. I can hear the muffled cries of her telling me she loves me.
This is fucking torture but it’s completely necessary. There’s no getting out of the fate that is here right now.
The needle pierces her forearm and my thumb shakes and I wait a second before injecting her.
She screams again, knowing…
It hits her almost instantly. Her body sucking the deadly drug in as though it’s not going to kill her. It’s too late.
She looks up at the ceiling and her eyes stay open. Her entire body relaxes. Right now she’s floating outside of herself and there’s no turning back.
Her eyes move a few times but then they stop. All I can do is lean down and kiss her cheek. And whisper to her that I love her…
The scenario doesn’t feel right to play out in my head. I want to scream as loud as I can but I’m standing in a fucking closet, hiding, waiting, and I have to be as still and silent as the black cocktail dress that’s hung up next to me.
I look at it and wonder if Annika’s father has taken this dress off Annika’s best friend’s body. Or if slutty Molly dropped to her knees in some bathroom and sucked Holom’s cock.
The closet smells like expensive perfume. And slut.
Annika met with Molly for coffee. Having her alone is a big risk but there’s a code word she sends to me every few minutes so I know she’s okay.
DOLL
That’s our word. Plus, she’s only a block away. I don’t want Tyrant, Vic, and Demo involved in this. Plus, I have them helping me with other things.
The apartment door opens and shuts. I hold my breath. I need to hear Annika’s voice to know that—
“When was the last time we just hung out?” Annika asks.
Warm relief hits me, proving just how much I fucking love her. I can’t believe this has happened to me.
Love.
Or the fact that my cum is still inside Annika’s body right now.
“I know we’ve hung out recently, but just to get coffee and just… I don’t know… no pressure?”
“You seem really upbeat,” Molly’s voice says. “That’s good.”
“I guess. I’m just trying to figure a lot of things out. I really want to get dates finalized for my travels.”
“You’re still thinking about that?” Molly asks.
Their voices are getting closer.
“Of course I am,” Annika says.
“Even with your situation ?”
The bedroom door opens. I have an extremely small vertical slit to look through into Molly’s bedroom.
“Molly, we need to talk about that,” Annika says. “I owe you the biggest apology ever.”
Good girl…
“Oh?” Molly asks.
The stupid cunt is acting surprised by this.
I can’t wait to kill her.
“I can’t believe Perilous attacked you like that. The way he just grabbed you and threw you out of my apartment. And I just stood there. I allowed it. What kind of friend am I to you?”
“Well, it was scary,” Molly says in a meek voice.
“No, Molly. It wasn’t scary. It was fucking terrifying. It was horrifying. And then I was alone with him. And he…”
“Did he hurt you, Annika?”
I picture her nodding. I grin. I look to my left and see the fucking black cocktail dress again. I pull it off its hanger.
“You deserve better,” Molly says. “You deserve so much better than someone that would hurt you like that.”
“It’s like if my best friend turned her back on me, you know?” Annika asks.
I push the closet door open. The hinges don’t make a peep. This is fucking perfect.
“What do you mean by that?” Molly asks.
“You know, just being hurt by someone you care about,” Annika says. “Like, imagine if you were, I don’t know, sleeping with my father. And you and him plotted to sell me or something.”
I watch Molly’s body stiffen. She stupidly steps away from Annika but closer to me.
I make my move. I throw the black cocktail dress over Molly’s face and pull her toward me.
She’s already screaming and trying to fight back against me. I slam my left forearm to her throat, cutting off her air and shutting her up.
“Traitorous cunt,” I growl.
“Take the dress off her face,” Annika suddenly says. “I want to watch her die.”
That might be the sexiest thing Annika has ever said. My cock throbs.
Holy fuck… my doll is as crazy as me…
Part of me wants to give her the knife and let her slit Molly’s throat herself. But that’s my job. I will always kill for Annika. Always.
I pull the dress off Molly’s face and reach back for my knife. As soon as the blade touches her throat, the freaking out stops and the crying begins.
“On your knees,” I growl.
Molly drops down. I hold her hair with one hand, making her look up at Annika.
“I know everything,” Annika says. “I know what you did. What you planned.”
“It was all him,” Molly gasps. “I swear, Annika. He was going to blackmail me. I… I got into some trouble last year. Okay?”
“Trouble?”
“I got a DUI,” Molly says. “I crashed my car and I hit someone. And… oh, fuck, please. I didn’t know what to do. Your father helped me. And I just…”
“Repaid the favor by fucking him?” Annika asks.
Molly closes her eyes and tears run down her cheeks.
“We don’t need to hear this,” I growl. “Now she’ll say she had a bad childhood. That her daddy was a mean guy. That her daddy issues sent her into the arms of your father, Annika.”
“Molly, look at me,” Annika says.
Molly opens her eyes. “Please…”
That’s Molly’s last word spoken. I slide the blade across her throat with precision and ease, cutting mortally deep. Blood sprays from her neck, almost exactly like they show in movies. It’s pretty fucking accurate when you know how to slit a throat the right way, ensuring you sever the correct arteries.
I wait for Annika to start to cry. And throw up. Instead, she stands there, watching, not blinking.
She’s never looked so fucking sexy and fucking scary.