Page 62 of Perilous

We approach the old, castle-like building.

“Peri… are you setting me up right now? Am I going to die in this building?”

There’s tension in her voice. Fear. She doesn’t trust me. Yet in some ways she does trust me. Her mind and heart are all fucked up. I’m probably the last person she needs in her life but I’m the only one who’s helping.

“We can all die at any time,” I say.

An absolute stupid cliché thing to say to her.

We remain in silence for the rest of the walk. We enter through a mossy side door and go to a metal staircase that stinks of age. As we go down the stairs, Annika starts to shake. She thinks I’m going to kill her. More than ever.

When we reach the bottom of the stairs I pull the hood down on her hoodie and grab her hair and pull. I take the sunglasses off her face and look into her eyes again.

“Peri,” she whispers, sounding so fucking desperate.

I pull at her hair, forcing her to jump up to her toes. I drop my mouth down to hers and I’m kissing her again. A deep kiss. A wild kiss.

What the fuck am I doing?

Is this… redemption…?

Or maybe I just enjoy the way her tongue shivers when mine touches it. Or the way her knees bend. Or that I know for a fucking fact that her cunt isn’t just wet. And it isn’t just soaked. I know for a fucking fact that right now her cunt isdripping.

To prove the point to myself, I lift the oversized hoodie up and slide my left hand down into the front of her pants. She whimpers into my mouth, sending signals that have my cock ready to release a warm load of cum anywhere on her body I fucking please.

My fingers slide through her stubbly patch of pubic hair and I slide along her swollen wetness with ease. One stroke of my fingers and I pull my hand free. My fingertips are glistening as though I’ve dipped them in tepid honey.

I lick my fingertips, torturing myself with her beautiful pungent taste. She’s worse than a drug and just as fucking deadly. My entire body aches from the beating I took because of her.

My face is swollen and throbbing. My ribs feel like chewed up burger meat. Every single place where a needle entered my skin stings. And my body can still feel the electric jolts from the fucking stun gun being used on me over and over.

I stop kissing Annika and take her toourroom.

When I open the door, someone is waiting for me.

* * *

“What the fuck, Ty?”I ask.

The bathroom door opens and out steps Demo.

“There you two are,” he says.

“Jesus, they really fucked you up,” a voice says to my left.

Vic is standing with one foot up against the wall. I hadn’t seen him standing there.

Annika clings closer to me. For sure now she thinks we’re going to kill her. I ease my right hand around her body and hold her hip, keeping her against me.

I have this sudden awful feeling that maybe mybroodhas turned on me. Which if they did, I would not blame them for. Orders were given. I’ve broken the orders.

“Your brother wanted to say hello to me,” I tell Ty.

“He really wants her dead,” Ty says as he looks at Annika.

“Being here is trouble for all of you,” I say.

“You need to be careful, brother,” Demo says. “You need a plan.”

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