Chapter 168: Chapter 168 A Desperate Kind Of Pleasure
Phoebe’s POV
I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling as the intensity slowly faded. Nothing had ever felt that overwhelming before, though I knew Perry would find new ways to push those boundaries even further.
I’d thought the same thing after every time we’d been together.
But this time left me aching. Sitting upright seemed impossible.
"Does it hurt that much?" Perry’s voice held concern as he watched me struggle to find a comfortable position after cleaning up and slipping into fresh clothes. The explicit scenes on the screen continued playing.
He wouldn’t let me turn it off, claiming he wanted to watch it with me.
Such an ass.
I shook my head, but he saw right through my attempt to hide the discomfort. His hands were gentle as he guided me to the bed, encouraging me to lie down.
"I promise I won’t touch you like that while you’re hurting." That mischievous smile spread across his face, making me doubt every word.
But he kept his word. His hands worked in slow, soothing circles across my tender skin, easing the tension before applying something cool and healing.
"This should help. You’ll feel better in a few hours. If not, we’re having Marcela take a look."
The thought of Marcela discovering what we’d just done made my face burn with mortification. I shook my head frantically. No way in hell was I discussing this with her.
I’d suffer through whatever discomfort remained rather than endure that conversation.
Perry laughed at the fierce determination he must have seen in my eyes. He knew exactly what I was thinking. "Why not? You weren’t with anyone else. Stop making it weird - it’s just sex, and it’s completely normal between mates."
My jaw dropped. How could he be so casual about this?
But what else should I expect? This was just who Perry was.
I glared at him and shook my head firmly. ’Don’t you dare tell her anything.’
"Fine. I won’t. But if the pain gets worse..."
I was shaking my head before he could finish. ’It doesn’t hurt anymore.’
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow with obvious intent to tease. "Should we go another round then?"
’You’re insane.’
"They don’t call me the Mad King for nothing."
His laughter grew louder when he saw my face go pale.
He laughed so often when we were together.
Whatever I did seemed to bring him joy.
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"Give me more..." Fiona’s words slurred as Allen moved behind her. The old man’s cackle filled the room when she begged for another dose of Wolfbane.
The drug made everything feel weightless, erasing thoughts of her situation, her predicament, the revenge that now felt like a crushing burden.
"Give me more..."
"Of course, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need, but only if you let me finish inside you." Allen’s laugh was harsh as he squeezed her breast with bruising force. Fiona barely registered the pain - all she craved was the drug.
This bastard had trapped her in an endless cycle. He’d made her dependent on the substance and its effects.
She loved how it let her forget everything else, how it made her feel happy, even if only briefly.
She didn’t care what he did to her body as long as she got her fix. Reginald could go to hell. The mate bond between them meant nothing now.
She could barely sense it anymore. He could do whatever he wanted, and she’d do the same. It was the perfect solution for both of them. Neither cared about the other anymore.
Besides, Fiona couldn’t get what she needed from him anyway. He’d stopped satisfying her long ago.
Let him carry the weight of avenging her father. She’d enjoy this wasted existence.
"So what’s it going to be?" Allen’s teeth sank into her shoulder while his thumb found her most sensitive spot. His bony fingers brought only pain.
"Fine. Do whatever you want." She bit her lip as Allen pulled away and removed the barrier between them. He entered her without protection.
"This feels better, doesn’t it?"
No. Fiona felt nothing different. He could barely reach the places that mattered, yet he acted like he ruled the world just because he could reach his own climax.
This was completely one-sided.
But Fiona didn’t care about the sex. She only wanted the drug.
Allen’s movements became frantic as he approached his peak, then went rigid as he released with a satisfied sigh. She felt the warm evidence of his pleasure slide down her thighs. Disgusting.
Allen collapsed beside her moments later, his chest heaving as he smiled with satisfaction.
This time, they were alone. "Where is it?" Fiona’s voice was cold.
"Top drawer," Allen gestured lazily toward his bedside table. As Fiona moved to retrieve it, his hand connected sharply with her ass. "You’ve got a great ass, you know that? I love watching you crawl like that. Next time, I’ll make you crawl the whole way."
Fiona wanted to spit that there wouldn’t be a next time, but she knew it would be a lie. She’d return for another dose, just like she had tonight.
Her body craved the substance so desperately that she’d offered herself willingly. She’d snuck out of her room and come to Allen’s.
She found the drug exactly where Allen had indicated and prepared the injection.
The needle slid under her skin, and the effects hit almost instantly. Warmth spread through her body while her mind grew pleasantly hazy. She waited for the euphoria that always followed, giggling when it finally arrived.
This was the feeling she’d been desperate for.
