Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: An Immediate Wave of Revulsion

The crushing pressure of Dorrent’s mouth against Joanne’s lips did nothing to quiet the raging storm inside the room. They kissed for a while longer, the frantic, desperate energy of Joanne’s frustration burning hot against his face. But deep inside Dorrent’s chest, everything felt entirely dead.

He didn’t feel a single thing.

The physical collision of their lips was blunt, jarringly hollow, and profoundly discouraging to his primal instincts. He couldn’t keep on going like this. Desperation clawed at his throat, and in a frantic bid to survive the moment and keep the kiss going, Dorrent tightly closed his eyes and tried to envision the woman in his arms as Jannah. He tried to force his mind to conjure the scent of damp earth and crushed herbs, to map the smaller, fragile frame onto Joanne’s statuesque height. But his brain completely revolted against the deception. He couldn’t do it. He missed that herbalist’s mouth so bad—the venomous, sweet mouth that always made him instantly hard just by him diving ruthlessly into it. With Joanne, the simple act of a kiss was turning into a suffocating torture.

He tried to force it, his jaw clenching as he pressed her harder against the frame of his body, but the illusion was shattered. And then, Joanne’s manicured hands slowly trailed down the front of his shirt, moving past his waistline until her fingers reached his fly, gently squeezing him through the fabric in a desperate search for a spark of arousal.

An immediate wave of revulsion crashed straight through Dorrent’s system. The physical touch felt like an electric shock of rejection to his S-tier Alpha biology.

With a breathless gasp, Dorrent abruptly broke the kiss, tearing his face away from hers and taking a massive step backward into the shadows of the room. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest plate heaving as he cursed himself inwardly with a terrifying, silent rage. Fuck. Fuck! I am cursed by that omega herbalist. It was becoming a total reality—he couldn’t even manage a fraction of intimacy with his own girlfriend without his body turning into ice. The entire layout of his life was getting catastrophic.

Joanne stood frozen where he had left her, her lips swollen and her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and humiliated confusion. She looked down at her hands, then back up at his face.

"What on earth is wrong with you, Dorrent?" Joanne asked, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to piece together the sudden, violent rejection. "You kiss me like you want to devour me, and then you recoil the second I try to touch your body. What is happening inside your head?"

Dorrent forced his breathing to slow down into a flat rhythm, using his hand to rub at his temples to simulate physical exhaustion.

"I am having a severe, blinding headache due to too much administrative pressure at the office today, Joanne," Dorrent delivered smoothly, his deep voice dropping into a low, apologetic murmur. "The Gammer Technology board has been breathing down my neck for seventy-two hours, and my system is completely drained. I am truly sorry about everything tonight. I am sorry for snapping at you."

He took a slow step forward, his silver eyes locking onto hers with a perfectly manufactured look of sincerity, desperate to dismantle her suspicions before she looked any deeper into the matter. "And about Jannah... you need to completely erase those thoughts from your mind. There is absolutely nothing going on between us. I swear it to you. She might be pale and slim, but let’s be real—she is not even close to my personal type. I can never think of getting biologically, physically or emotionally close to a common slum rat from the bogs. She is absolutely nothing compared to you, Joanne. She is a tool, a passing domestic nuisance under my roof, nothing more."

Joanne crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her eyes remaining sharp and analytical. "And what about the other issue, Dorrent? What about the fact that we have spent three whole years together and have never actually fucked? You always pull away with excuses."

"It is because I want our very first time to be special on our marriage night," Dorrent explained rapidly, repeating the same narrative he had used to shield his impotence for years. "Haven’t I already told you that data a thousand times over the last three years? I am preserving the integrity of our contract."

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