The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 136: _Couldn’t Care Less

Chapter 136: _Couldn’t Care Less

Marcellus’ POV

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(Warning: Disturbing Graphics and Rape For At least ten paragraphs. You have been warned!)

As Marcellus plunged into the maid, he made sure to use his magic to stimulate the pleasure she felt.

She gasped and clutched her hands on the ground, but Marcellus didn’t stop, riding her into ecstasy until he got bored with the position and pulled out.

"I take a long time to come." He spoke with a whisper, patting her cheeks. "You might want to brace yourself for this one."

Even though she was under the influence of his mind control spell, she could still hear him and had teary eyes as he spread her legs apart before ’helping’ her to get on her fours.

Once she was in that position, he placed his hands on either side of her hip before inserting his dick into her pussy from the back. As he did, he drew his body closer to her, slowly tracing his right hand from her stomach to her chest.

Once there, he began using his fingers to pinch her nipples gently, sending waves of pleasure. Well... Depending on your definition of ’pleasure’, anyway.

Marcellus could feel that the maid’s body was enjoying what he had to offer, but her mind was distant and despondent. He could feel the climax building up and within twenty minutes, he managed to make her cum while also cumming as well.

"Fuck..." He grunted, chuckling before he patted her on her ass cheeks. "Now that’s what I’m talking about. Thanks for making yourself useful before you go."

At this point, the maid had fallen to the ground, her body shivering from the aftermath of the ordeal, while her eyes stared blankly.

Marcellus ignored that and instead stood up and buckled his pants before dusting his hands and sighing as he stared down at her naked body.

Her plump ass faced him, as if inviting him for another round. But he’d grown bored and had already blown off the pent-up steam he desired to.

"Now, what way can I kill you?" He asked himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I’ve already tried blood draining and burning. I’ve gotta be more creative here."

It was at that moment that the light bulb in his head turned on, and his smile widened. He had an idea.

His gaze fell on the vial of poison that the maid had been carrying around, and he snapped his fingers, causing it to levitate right back into the maid’s grip.

"Drink it." He ordered coldly, his eyes glinting with a malicious light as he stared down at her.

He watched with renewed excitement as she slowly got on her knees, clutching the vial before reluctantly opening it. She was well aware of everything she was doing, but her mind was no longer her own.

It was under his control.

When she finally opened the vial, she froze, staring wearily at it. She tried fighting Marcellus’s control, and from the look of things, it seemed she wanted to scream so bad, but couldn’t.

"P– Please..." She pleaded with a whisper, her eyes streaming with tears which fell like a waterfall.

Marcellus stared down at her with disdain as he slowly brought his right hand to her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

His smirk turned into a grin as he shook his head with mock pity. "Please? Did you think of mercy when you plotted to take another person’s life for some quick cash?" He asked with sarcasm, tilting his head.

Of course, there was no response from her, causing him to sigh.

"Didn’t think so." He blurted before waving his right hand, causing his spell to take full control once again.

He watched as she drank the vial without hesitation, her eyes widening when the poison went down her throat. When she was done, there were no signs of poisoning at first.

But nearly a minute later, she clutched her throat and began coughing erratically before she coughed out blood, her right hand going to her chest.

Marcellus watched with cold eyes as her body plopped to the ground while her blood spouted out of her mouth like a fountain. He could’ve chosen to absorb her life force, but he’s had his fill since the human massacre this morning.

Anyway, the maid’s life force slowly began slipping away until she was left motionless. Marcellus had thought about sending her body and the now-empty vial to Madame Grey Heart’s chambers, but then he decided right there it wasn’t necessary.

"Let’s see them solve this mystery," Marcellus remarked coldly as he turned away from the scene of the crime before he slipped out of the compound.

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"You’re finally back," Cullen muttered when Marcellus stepped into the house with a satisfied expression on his face.

Cullen paused, watching as Marcellus walked past him. His nose scrunched as he picked up a scent from his body.

"Sex..." Cullen blurted, folding his arms in front of his chest before he turned around to face Marcellus.

The latter was already busy mixing a cocktail on top of the dining table, his smirk widening as Cullen took slow steps forward.

"Did you force yourself on someone?" Cullen asked with surprise, but there wasn’t any pity toward the victim behind his voice.

Oh no, instead he was worried... About Marcellus.

When Marcellus felt that worry oozing out of Cullen like a rotten egg, his eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he gulped down most of his drink before walking toward his assistant.

"You say that like I’m supposed to feel some guilt," Marcellus remarked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he dimmed his eyes at Cullen.

The latter’s lips parted repeatedly before he sighed and shook his head. "That’s not what I meant. It’s just... It’s been so long since you did something like that. Especially since you became the Beta and—"

"Don’t, Cullen." Marcellus interrupted with a plain tone, waving his hand dismissively. "If you think I’m not thinking straight simply because I was having a little fun, then that’s on you. I couldn’t care less."

At this point, he was standing mere inches in front of Cullen and smiled before patting him on his cheek and straightening his collar.

"Look alive. We have a ball to prepare for."