Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 191

**TITLE: His Mercy Tastes Like Hunger**
**Chapter 191: A Perverse Kind of Gift**

**Phoebe’s POV**

As I caught sight of myself, a wave of disgust washed over me. Thank the heavens there wasn’t a mirror in this tent; I simply couldn’t bear the thought of confronting my own reflection at this moment.

My skin was adorned with hickeys, a vivid reminder of the night’s escapades.

I shot Perry a seething glare, my frustration barely contained, but he merely chuckled, his infuriating grin stretching wider as he sprawled comfortably on our makeshift bed, looking utterly unrepentant.

“Looks good on you. I like it,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief. Before I could protest, he reached out, his hands gripping my waist with an unyielding force, pulling me closer to him as I squirmed, desperately trying to break free from his grasp.

I longed to retrieve my notes, to document just how insufferable he was being, but he had other plans. Timothy had been right—I truly did need those notes to vent my frustrations.

“No. I want to enjoy you all to myself,” Perry declared, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Even after having me multiple times, he still craved more, as if he could never get enough.

I knitted my brows together, trying to project my sternest expression, though I knew deep down it would likely have little effect.

“Don’t give me that look—you’ll only tempt me more,” he teased, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand slid down to my dress, lifting it with an audacity that left me breathless.

“You shouldn’t have bothered putting the dress back on. It’d be easier if you just walked around naked,” he laughed, his voice rich with amusement as I playfully slapped his back in protest.

The dress barely covered anything anyway, remnants of its fabric hanging by threads after he had torn it in his impatience.

“I love your scent,” he murmured, tugging down my collar before his mouth descended to my hardened nipple, his tongue flicking against me with a teasing fervor.

He nibbled for a moment, and despite my initial resistance, I found myself surrendering, my body betraying my mind. I wouldn’t admit it, but there was something intoxicating about the way Perry toyed with my breasts; I always succumbed to him quickly after that.

With a smirk, Perry lifted his head, now giving the same attention to my other nipple. At this point, I was grinding against him, lost in the waves of pleasure that coursed through me.

The air was thick with my sweet scent, filling the tent and creating an atmosphere that felt almost sacred. The guards stationed outside must have sensed the shift, their instincts kicking in—no one dared to intrude and disrupt the moment we were sharing. If anything, they might even cheer for us; after all, Perry’s good mood lasted for days after he had his fill.

“Impatient, are we, love?” he teased, tugging at my nipple before his mouth traveled down to my navel, licking a path toward my core…

Meanwhile, Fiona returned around noon, looking utterly spent and worn out. All she wanted was to find Reginald and spill everything that had happened, but the universe seemed intent on thwarting her plans. The first person she encountered before reaching the hut was none other than Allen.

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