**Chapter 168: A Desperate Kind of Pleasure**
**Phoebe’s POV**
My breath came in quick, shallow gasps, my chest heaving as the intensity of the moment gradually subsided. Nothing had ever overwhelmed me quite like that, yet I was acutely aware that Perry would undoubtedly find new ways to stretch those limits even further in the future.
I had felt this way after every encounter we shared.
But this particular experience left me with a deep, aching sensation. Sitting up straight felt like an insurmountable challenge.
“Does it hurt that much?” Perry’s voice was laced with genuine concern as he observed my struggle to find a comfortable position after tidying up and slipping into fresh clothes. The explicit scenes on the screen continued to play, their vivid images contrasting sharply with my current state.
He wouldn’t allow me to turn it off, insisting he wanted to watch it with me.
What a pain.
I shook my head, but he saw right through my feeble attempt to conceal my discomfort. His hands, gentle and reassuring, guided me toward the bed, encouraging me to lie down.
“I promise I won’t touch you like that while you’re hurting,” he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face that made me question the sincerity of his words.
Yet, he kept his promise. His hands moved in slow, soothing circles across my sensitive skin, easing the tension that had built up before he applied something cool and healing.
“This should help. You’ll feel better in a few hours. If not, we’ll have Marcela take a look,” he added, the suggestion making my cheeks flush with embarrassment. The mere thought of Marcela discovering what we had just done made me want to hide away forever. I shook my head vigorously. No way was I discussing this with her.
I would endure whatever discomfort lingered rather than face that conversation.
Perry chuckled at the fierce determination that must have been evident 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 in disbelief. How could he be so nonchalant about it?
But then again, what else could I expect? This was simply who Perry was.
I shot him a glare, shaking 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 his thought. *It doesn’t hurt anymore.*
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly intent on teasing me. “Should we go another round then?”
*You’re insane.*
“They don’t call me the Mad King for nothing,” he replied, laughter spilling from his lips as he witnessed my face pale at the suggestion.
He often laughed when we were together, and it seemed like everything I did brought him joy.
“Give me more…” Fiona’s words were slurred as Allen moved behind her. The old man’s cackle filled the room as she pleaded for another dose of Wolfbane.
This was completely one-sided.
But Fiona didn’t care about the sex. All she wanted was the drug.
Allen’s movements grew frantic as he neared his peak, then he went rigid, releasing with a satisfied sigh. She felt the warm evidence of his pleasure slide down her thighs. Disgusting.
He collapsed beside her moments later, his chest heaving as he smiled in satisfaction.
This time, they were alone. “Where is it?” Fiona’s voice was icy.
“Top drawer,” Allen gestured lazily toward his bedside table. As she moved to retrieve it, his hand connected sharply with her backside. “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 that would be a lie. She would return for another dose, just as she had tonight.
Her body craved the substance so desperately that she had offered herself willingly. She had snuck out of her room and come to Allen’s.
She found the drug exactly where he had indicated and prepared the injection.
The needle slid under her skin, and the effects hit almost instantly. Warmth spread through her body as her mind grew pleasantly hazy. She waited eagerly for the euphoria that always followed, giggling when it finally arrived.
This was the feeling she had been so desperately seeking.

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