Chapter 191: Chapter 191 A Perverse Kind of Gift
Phoebe’s POV
I wasn’t thrilled when I caught sight of myself. Thank god there wasn’t a mirror in this tent—I couldn’t bear to see my own reflection right now.
My body was covered in hickeys!
I shot Perry a furious glare, but he didn’t show an ounce of guilt. That infuriating grin stretched across his face as he lounged on our makeshift bed.
"Looks good on you. I like it." He reached out and grabbed my waist, yanking me back toward the bed while I fought to escape his grip.
I wanted to grab my notes so I could write down exactly how annoying he was being, but he wouldn’t let me. Timothy was right—I really did need my notes.
"No. I want to enjoy you all to myself." Perry was insatiable. Even after having me several times, he still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more.
I furrowed my brows and gave him my sternest look.
"Don’t give me that look—you’ll only tempt me more." Perry began licking my neck, his hand sliding down to my dress and hiking it up to my stomach.
"You shouldn’t have bothered putting the dress back on. It’d be easier if you just walked around naked." Perry laughed when I slapped his back.
The dress barely covered anything anyway, since he’d torn parts of it in his impatience with me.
"I love your scent." He tugged down my collar and dove down to lick my hardened nipple.
He nibbled for a moment until I gave in and stopped fighting him.
I wouldn’t admit it, but I liked it when Perry played with my breasts. I always gave in to him pretty quickly after that.
Perry lifted his head and gave the same attention to my other nipple. By this point, I was grinding myself against him.
I was aroused, and my sweet scent filled the tent. The guards outside must have sensed it too—no one dared come closer and ruin the moment between us.
If anything, they’d probably cheer for it. Every time Perry got his fill, he stayed in a good mood for days.
"You’re being impatient, love." Perry tugged on my nipple, then moved down to my navel, licking his way down to my core...
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Fiona returned around noon, exhausted and haggard. She didn’t want to see anyone. She just wanted to find Reginald immediately and tell him everything.
But the universe seemed determined to be cruel, because the first person she encountered before reaching the hut was Allen.
The man flashed his usual smirk and approached her immediately.
Instinctively, Fiona spun around to run. She wanted to get as far away as possible, but Allen was faster. Despite his age, he was still a warrior with a different kind of build.
He caught up to her instantly, which put Fiona at a severe disadvantage. They were far from the hut now, where no one would find them, giving Allen free rein to do whatever he wanted with her.
Though he preferred doing it inside the hut, next to Reginald.
"Where are you going, hm? Trying to avoid me?" Allen tackled Fiona to the ground and kissed her neck, biting the mark Reginald had given her. He loved that spot because he could taunt Reginald with it.
"No... Please, don’t..." Fiona cried. She couldn’t get rid of the baby. She wanted to claw at her own stomach and remove the fetus.
She would heal, so she’d be fine.
But that was Fiona’s desperate thinking. How could she know where the fetus was? She could die from blood loss.
More importantly, she didn’t have the courage to do it. She was such a coward.
"Don’t talk... do you want someone to find us here, enjoying each other?" Allen started unbuckling himself. He flipped Fiona’s body so he could enter her from behind. "Be good, little girl. Or you’re going to hurt yourself."
"No, please. Don’t do this..." Fiona cried when he entered her dry. He bit down on her shoulder, drawing blood, as he kept thrusting inside her, pumping his seed.
"You feel so good..." He gripped her hips and kept thrusting vigorously while Fiona felt like her world was collapsing and her body splitting in half.
He continued until he reached his climax, then they both collapsed to the ground. Allen was panting while Fiona was crying.
"Stop crying," Allen said, slightly annoyed, as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. This wasn’t even a crime to him. "I know what you want. We’re leaving this evening. We’ll cross the border by tomorrow morning, and the day after that, you’ll all be safe in Valerium territory."
It was questionable whether they’d actually be safe there, since the king was still waging war against that kingdom. At this point, King Perry had already controlled half of it.
"Here, I have a gift for you too." Allen pulled something from his pocket and showed it to Fiona. "You like this, right? You miss it."
Fiona shook her head when she saw the syringe.
It was the drug, and she didn’t want it. But as usual, Allen wouldn’t accept ’no’ for an answer.
Without another word, he stabbed the syringe into her arm and injected the liquid into her body.
Fiona fought back, but the effect was immediate. Soon she felt the familiar fuzziness, and her body grew lighter.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all...
