Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Drenching His Handsome Face

The moment Dorrent’s imposing frame filled the doorway, the lingering warmth and relief in Jannah’s chest turned into a freezing blocks of ice. Her mood completely shattered, her dark eyes flashing with an immediate, deep-seated panic as she rigidly pulled her legs back up onto the bed.

"I am okay, Doctor Damian," Jannah said quickly, her voice sharp and frantic as she desperately tried to steady her breathing. "I won’t use the toilet anymore. It was just a temporary, strange reaction inside my body. I don’t need any help standing up."

She did not want the monster Dorrent to lay a single finger on her skin. She knew exactly what would happen if he held her, if he lifted her fragile body and carried her into the tight space of that bathroom. His perverted mind and predatory hands always ended up manipulating her boundaries, twisting and sexualizing every single platonic moment until she was entirely overwhelmed. And in her current weak physical state, she didn’t think she was in any position to handle his crushing S-tier dominance. She was terrified that her own treacherous body would betray her mind again, that his pheromones would make her end up yearning for his touch against her will. If events escalated inside that bathroom, with how completely unhinged and perverted Dorrent was, he might end up ruthlessly fucking her right there while Damian was still sitting just a few feet away in the bedroom. The mere thought of that humiliation tormented her sanity.

Dorrent let out a long, heavy breath, a wave of genuine relief washing over his handsome features as he saw her awake and talking. He took two slow, heavy strides toward the bed, his silver eyes locking onto her pale face.

"Are you sure you are okay, Jannah?" Dorrent asked, his deep voice holding a strange, rough edge of concern. "You look so pale."

"I am perfectly fine," Jannah snapped back, her jaw clenching as she refused to look him in the eyes.

Before Damian could open his mouth to argue or explain her actual medical condition, a loud ringing tone suddenly shattered the quietness of the room. Damian reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone, his brow furrowing deeply as he read the urgent emergency notification flashing on the screen.

"Damn it," Damian muttered, looking up at Dorrent with a tense seriousness. "There is a massive, critical emergency up at the Upper District Hospital that requires my immediate attention. I have to go take care of this thing right now. Watch over her body carefully, Grefo. I will come back in just a few minutes."

When Jannah saw the handsome doctor turn his back and begin walking toward the exit, horror struck her chest. She wanted to scream out loud, to desperately beg him not to go, to plead with him not to leave her alone in this quiet room with this perverted, dangerous Alpha. But the words completely caught in her throat. Before she could force a sound out, the door clicked shut. Damian was already out of the room, his footsteps rapidly fading down the grand corridor. It was too late.

Dorrent slowly turned his body back toward the bed, an arrogant smirk spreading across his handsome face as he observed the anger and despair marring her features.

"What’s the matter, little herbalist?" Dorrent mocked in a low undertone, his silver eyes flashing with a sudden heat. "Does someone in this room already miss her precious slum boyfriend?"

Jannah said nothing, tightening her lips into a hard, rigid line as she stared straight ahead, trying to pretend he didn’t exist.

Dorrent let out a low chuckle, stepping closer until his knees were practically brushing against the edge of her mattress. He leaned down slightly, his shadow enveloping her fragile frame. "Let’s try this again, Jannah. Are you honestly telling me that you don’t feel like going to the bathroom right now?"

"I told you already, I am okay," Jannah hissed through her teeth, her left hand instinctively clutching the fabric of her medical gown.

"I know you are lying to me," Dorrent stated flatly, his voice dropping into a deep, smooth murmur that vibrated against her skin. "I know exactly what is going on in that stubborn head of yours. You are terrified that if I touch you, I will end up misbehaving with your body again. But you should honestly blame yourself for that, Jannah. You look so delicious lying there. Every single time my eyes see your pale skin, my brain literally electrocutes with desire and my cock craves you instantly. It is a natural biological reaction."

He took a slow, deep breath, his scent expanding through the air. "But you don’t need to worry your pretty little head today. I won’t do anything to you. I am only going to help you empty your bladder."

"I said no! I am okay!" Jannah insisted, her voice cracking slightly with a sudden spike of panic.

But Dorrent was far too sharp. He could easily notice the minute shifts in her facial expressions; he saw the tight, agonizing tension in her lower jaw and the way her hips were subtly twitching against the sheets. She was pressed, her body screaming for relief while her pride tried to fight it.

Without asking for her consent, Dorrent guided his hand toward her midsection. He slid his fingers under the hem of her loose clothes, pushing his hand past the fabric until his palm was resting directly against her abdomen.

"Let’s see what the truth is," Dorrent whispered, his silver eyes darkening with an intense focus. "I will find out on my own whether your body is okay or not."

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