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I grit my teeth really hard and tight.

Nobody fucking touches my cock when I finish.

Ever.

Annika looks terrified. And she should be.

I’m about three seconds away from killing her.

ChapterTwelve

ANNIKA

He lookslike he wants to kill me and I have no idea why.

My fingers are curled, shaking, his fierce grip on my wrists tighter than ever before. My inner thighs shake with pleasure, my pussy throbs with my own orgasm.

Everything inside my body aches. That intense, somewhat dull ache. That…first time… ache.

I did not return to this room for what just happened. But what just happened…just happened…Perilous makes his moves and my body is helpless to his touch.

He tells me someone wants me dead and my reaction is to want him to taste my pussy and then fuck me so hard it hurts?

And now the look in his eyes. It’s worse than any look I’ve ever seen before. I don’t get it. What guy doesn’t want to betaken care of?

We didn’t exactly have the chance to, you know, get to know one another where I could have mentioned I’m safely on birth control and he could do what he wants with that… so when he pulled out of me, I had the urge to keep the moment going.

I pictured grabbing his huge, thick cock and pumping it, letting his cum go everywhere. Coating my hands. Hitting my shirt, my belly, pointing his cock down, letting him drop his warm seed between my legs.

Instead…? He’s acting like I took out a machete and tried to cut his cock off. He’s taking deep breaths through his nose. The exhales are loud. His breath hits my face. I feel like I’m in a monster horror movie and the monster has its prey and is being quiet, breathing, waiting to feast.

What did I do wrong?

And to think… I was free. I walked out of this room.Free to go.Perilous hadn’t lied to me. He opened the door and allowed me to leave. I let him coax me back.

Then a thought hits me. Someone wants me dead…?It’s him. It’s Perilous who wants me dead!And I’m dumb enough to walk right back into the lion’s den.

Something tells me I won’t be granted freedom a second time.

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I rinsemy shirt off in the sink. Standing there, scrubbing Perilous’ cum away down the drain. I look at my reflection, wearing nothing but the same bra from the night I went out with Molly.

Molly…

She has to know by now. She has to be freaking out.

There has to be others too. I mean, obviously my father…

I look to my left and Perilous fills the doorway to the bathroom with his size.

“How’s your cunt feel?”

What a vulgar question to ask a woman after having sex with her.

As I stare at Perilous, I hold my wet shirt and shiver. My skin breaks out in goosebumps and my nipples tighten. They poke against my bra and there’s no way for me to hide it. If I hadn’t worn myI want to be fucked brathis wouldn’t be an issue. Every woman has their comfortable bra. One with extra padding. One that doesn’t look sexy but feels like a blanket to wear.

Nope. Not me. Not right now.

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