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.

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