Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
ANNIKA
I’m watching my best friend bleed to death from a large slit in her throat.
I’m not sure of the true friendship technicalities when it comes to betrayal, fucking your father and trying to have you kidnapped and fucking trafficked and all, so my mind refers to Molly as my best friend still.
Chills do a dance throughout my body at how smooth and easy Peri makes it look, cutting her throat the way he did. It’s obviously not the first time he’s done this. That’s terrifying.
Peri grunts and pulls at Molly’s hair, lifting her up and throwing her down to the bed on her back.
There is blood everywhere. Sprayed all over the floor. Now starting to cover the bed as her throat throbs, blood pulsing. It’s fucking disgusting yet it’s satisfying at the same time.
“She will never hurt you again,” Peri says to me. “She will die with her guilt and sins on her mind. I will always kill for you, Annika. I will always keep you safe. I… I love you.”
I gasp as the sound of those words.
Peri plunges the knife down into Molly’s chest, through her shirt, skin, and into her heart. My heart races as I watch my best friend’s heart stop. She’s dead.
And Peri is in love with me.
* * *
The room is completely silent.
Blood still drips from Molly’s throat. The end of the knife sticks out of her chest. It’s done. It’s over. She’s dead. She deserved to die.
I patiently wait for reality to hit me. Waiting for the moment I curl forward and throw up. Waiting for the moment I start to cry.
That doesn’t happen.
I slowly look toward Peri.
“How do you not get caught?” I ask.
That’s the question burning inside me right now. It’s a logical one if you ask me. Right now, our DNA is all over this room and the apartment. I’ve touched so many things in the apartment. So has Peri.
Not to mention the knife. I mean, I guess he can just grab and pull that out of her—
Peri pulls me toward him. “That’s something you never have to worry about. You truly don’t understand how this works. Power controls everything.”
His mouth seeks mine and we start to kiss. His tongue moves with passion. I can’t help myself as I force my eyes to move, looking at Molly’s dead body right there on the bed next to us.
I remind myself the hands of a murderer are on me. Touching me. Holding me.
Peri pulls his mouth from mine with a loud, wet noise.
I watch the way his lip curls and my knees gently bend an inch or two. There’s a warm gush between my legs.
I know that look in his eyes. Oh, fuck me, I know that…
Peri spins me around and pushes me onto the bed. My left hand slides into some of Molly’s blood. My pinky and the outside of my palm are crimson tattooed.
Peri’s hands touch the front of my pants, almost ripping the button off, pulling, demanding, controlling, commanding. I groan and wiggle my hips, feeling my pants sliding down my body.
He takes my shoes off and my pants. Next… my panties. Peri doesn’t take them off.
He tears them off.
Ripping them with such ease, off my left hip and then my right hip. He then holds up the tattered remains like they are a trophy. He tosses them onto Molly’s lifeless body. My torn up panties rest peacefully on the corpse of my best friend.
My thoughts instantly erase when I feel Peri’s right hand slap my right ass cheek. I cry out and catch myself smiling.
Peri’s hands take hold of my hips and he aggressively moves me up to my knees, positioning me where he wants me. My ass high in the air for him. My pussy swollen and wet for him. But there’s no way we can…
Peri grabs my ass with force, spreading everything open.
I then feel his warm breath tickling my shivering labia, followed by the hearty lick of his tongue. I tighten my grip on the bedsheets as his tongue circles and then thrusts into my pussy. I shut my eyes and cry out.
Peri circles around, pulls back and growls. I hear his lips smacking together as he tastes me.
“Murder makes me hungry,” he whispers.
I can barely even whimper.
The tip of his tongue smacks against my clit and starts to move up and down, left to right. I’ve never had a guy go down on me like this before. From behind. It feels so… invasive… like I’m just so vulnerable and exposed right now.
My toes curl inside my socks as my hips rock with the movement of this tongue.
I feel his right thumb creeping closer to somewhere else.
“ Perilous ,” I purr, not sure if I’m ready or not.
He’s ready. His thumb touches and circles around my forbidden zone. Gently pressing. Teasing. Making my body tense up with delight.
His tongue moves back into my pussy. I clench against him. He wrestles my grip, making wide circles. This is pure heaven right now.
But then he’s suddenly gone. Moving fast and with purpose, Peri stands up and opens his jeans. I look over my right shoulder and watch him push his jeans down, letting his full cock jump free.
He grabs my hips again and plunges himself forward, entering me with sheer force and speed. Taking himself deep, my body offering all that it can, but no matter how many times I feel this, it takes a moment to adjust. And I don’t get that moment so it’s a total invasion of pressure, pain, and then a wave of pleasure that makes my hips buck up and back at him.
Peri smacks my ass and starts to fuck. Pumping hard and fast. Fucking me on my best friend’s bed.
Fucking me with my best friend next to us… throat slit… knife stuck in her heart…
I tighten around his hard cock and feel myself touching the pinnacle of enjoyment already.
Just as I crest that wave, Peri removes his cock.
He’s evil.
I feel his hands spread me again and I then feel his two thumbs touch me back there . Digging and spreading. I suck in a breath and feel the wet head of his cock touch me.
“I’m going to fill your ass with my cum,” he growls.
He thrusts, breaking that forbidden threshold again, sliding into me as every muscle in my body tenses and every nerve feels as though it’s being severed.
I scream out with a mix of everything . I look at Molly’s lifeless body and can’t believe this. But this is reality. A sweet, sexy, forbidden, evil reality. And it’s all mine.
Peri goes as deep as his body has to offer. He collides against my body and my left hand slides forward, right into Molly’s blood again.
Peri reaches with his left hand, placing it over mine, curling it, so now we both have my dead best friend’s blood on our left hands.
He offers slow and hard thrusts, fucking me from behind with the kind of intensity that makes me dizzy. Or maybe it’s the blood.
Molly’s blood.
My best friend who has been sleeping with my father, who has been working with my father to have me kidnapped and sold to help satisfy some of his debt because he’s secretly broke and…
Peri lets out a growl that comes from his chest and shakes the bed and the world. He thrusts so hard my eyes fill with water. But I’m smiling.
Feeling his cock pulsing, unloading its beautiful warm, fresh cum deep into a place where it doesn’t necessarily belong.
He stays connected with me, allowing my ass to throb and squeeze, milking him of all his release.
My body then starts to shiver. The moment— moments —starts to catch up to me.
“ Perilous ,” I whimper.
“I know, doll,” he says. “I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”
With his pulsing cock deep inside my ass and me staring at my best friend’s dead body, Peri shows me he’s brought something else with him. The needle makes me bite my bottom lip, but I’m ready.
I trust him.
I love him.
He stabs my right hip and the quick sting of pain gets replaced by a warm feeling that overtakes me. Peri gently eases his cock from behind me as my body shakes and then starts to relax. Everything hits me all at once and darkness washes over me.
I listen to the sound of Peri groaning and then telling me he loves me.
* * *
The world gently comes back to me and I find myself in my bed. Under the covers.
I start to move and feel the blankets touching my bare skin. When I lift the covers I see my naked body. I nibble on my bottom lip and sigh.
“Annika.”
I’m startled, blink a few times and watch as Peri’s silhouette grows from the darkness into a looming figure. My heart races and my inner thighs tremble.
Next to my bed he turns on the small lamp.
My body aches in various ways because of various reasons. As I remember everything, I look at my left hand, expecting to see blood.
Molly’s blood.
“You’re clean,” Peri says. “I brought you back here and showered you. Your clothes are destroyed. Everything is okay.”
“You showered me,” I whisper.
He sits on the edge of the bed and touches my face. “I stripped you naked, doll. And I cleaned you. Everywhere.”
I sigh again.
Just thinking about me being passed out and Peri touching me…
God, that’s so hot.
His hand finds comfort at my throat. He presses. Grips. But not too hard.
“I’m not going to ask you if you’re okay, Annika. You have to be okay. There’s no other choice. This is now your life. From here on out.”
“I understand,” I say.
“You know what happens next. It won’t be the same though. It’s a little bit more complex than slitting that worthless cunt’s throat. But it has to happen.”
I want to say I know … but the words can’t escape my throat.
I really do understand what has to happen and why. Even still, I need a moment to process the reality of it.
The man I love is going to kill my father.