Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: The Fortress Is Breached

“Faster… faster…” Fiona’s voice trembled, her grip tightening on the pillow beneath her as Reginald thrust into her from behind. His fingers dug fiercely into her hips, the pressure so intense that his nails broke the skin, leaving jagged, bloody marks in their wake.

Yet Fiona barely noticed the sting. If anything, the sharp pain only fueled a deeper hunger inside her, a craving that seemed impossible to satisfy.

Reginald pushed himself in even further, chasing his own release with relentless determination. His hand found her nipple, twisting it hard enough to make her cry out in sharp surprise.

Recently, he’d been testing her boundaries, using pain and dominance to try to break her will. But instead of shrinking away, Fiona only grew more desperate, more eager for his touch.

He wanted to see just how far she’d let him take things.

Her body clenched tightly around him, signaling she was close. Just as the wave of pleasure began to crest, he abruptly pulled out, leaving her aching and frustrated.

“Kill… Reginald…” she gasped, spinning around in exasperation.

Before she could protest further, Reginald flipped her onto her back and pressed himself against her lips.

Her eyes widened in shock as he filled her mouth. Tears welled up at the corners, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to breathe.

“Take it, Fiona. Like the good girl you are,” Reginald growled, his voice low and commanding.

She had been so close to climax, but now he demanded she serve him instead. Refusing wasn’t an option.

“Yes, just like that…” His voice roughened with desire. “What’s this? Crying already?”

He pushed deeper, reaching the back of her throat. She gagged, but he showed no mercy.

This was exactly what she craved, wasn’t it? To be used, to be dominated. He was giving her everything she asked for.

“Good girl.” His teeth clenched as his body trembled, shuddering before finally going still.

Fiona coughed and sputtered, his release mixed with her saliva dripping down her chin. When he finally withdrew, she spat onto the sheets in frustration.

“How rude. You should swallow everything,” he teased, twisting her hair around his fingers to force her to meet his burning green gaze.

Just as he suspected—she loved this degradation.

“I’m sorry…” Her voice barely rose above a whisper, tears streaming freely down her cheeks.

Leaning down, he licked the salty tears from her skin.

“Mmm. You’ll need to be punished for that.” Without hesitation, he pushed her back down onto the bed.

Her eyes sparked with anticipation. She hadn’t yet found her own release, and the ache between her legs was unbearable.

But before they could continue, a sudden pounding on the door shattered the moment.

Not that Tricia cared much for the other elders—he wanted to strangle half of them himself for their incessant bickering. But causing a scene would only reflect poorly on the king.

“I heard Elder Wesley and Elder Eden came to see you recently. What did they want?” Tricia asked, clearly aware of the real reason behind their visit.

I grabbed a pen and paper to write my response carefully.

*They want me to give up my position as queen. They say it doesn’t suit me.*

My coronation was supposed to happen once Timothy returned victorious, but honestly, I wasn’t even sure I wanted it anymore.

“What did you tell them?” Elder Tricia settled into the chair Perry usually occupied during his midnight visits to my room.

*I didn’t give them an answer.* Sometimes I wondered if accepting their offer would make things easier, but something inside me said Perry would never agree to that.

“So, what do you want to do? Will you accept the position as queen?”

*I don’t think that’s the role I’m meant for.*

“Why not? Because you’re a weak, wolfless shifter who brings bad luck to the kingdom?” Elder Tricia chuckled at the expression on my face. “You think I don’t know what they whisper behind your back? We elders gossip too, you know.”

I didn’t reply, instead fiddling with my pen as I stared at Perry’s peaceful, sleeping face.

Elder Tricia followed my gaze and softened his voice. “Want to know why he got sick? Flynn and Timothy both know this happens regularly. So did our late healer, Helen.”