Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Gates Closed to Dominance

The fire in Dorrent’s silver eyes flared into panic as he stared at the bleeding puncture wounds his teeth had just carved into the flesh of Jannah’s neck. Right before his eyes, the vibrant blood began to retract, pulling itself backward into her skin as if the gravity of her biology was rejecting the liquid. The torn flesh knit itself together with a lightning-fast velocity. Within three seconds, the skin on her neck smoothed over entirely, turning pristine, pale, and untouched. It was as if his canines had never even brushed against her scent gland.

Dorrent’s chest heaved, his weight still pinning her down onto the mattress. His breath came in ragged gasps as he touched the spot with his trembling fingers. There wasn’t even a scar. Her biological frequency had violently slammed its gates shut against his dominance, casting his marking out like foreign poison.

Jannah lay beneath him, her skin still burning hot from the volume of heat his S-tier energy had transferred into her veins. Her chest rolled with shallow, exhausted breaths, but as she looked up into the dark, sweeping fury of his face, a mocking smirk touched her lips.

"You will never mark me, Dorrent," Jannah whispered, her voice rough and laced with bitter triumph. "You can use all the wealth of the Grefo empire, you can use your father’s traps, you can even force me to become your wife by law... but you will never, ever be able to mark my gland. I will never allow you to imprison my soul to yours."

Dorrent’s hand clamped down against the sheets beside her head, the wood of the bedframe groaning under his sudden, crushing grip. "Why?!" he growled, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that vibrated against her collarbone. "Why is your frequency rejecting my energy? What are you hiding from me, Jannah?!"

"You don’t have to know," Jannah spat back, her dark eyes flashing with a sudden hatred that cut right through his authority. "But that is just the reality of it. You can never mark me. I would rather tear my own biology apart before I permanently become the mate of an arrogant, pathetic manipulator like you."

Dorrent leaned down further, his sharp jawline tightening until the skin over his cheekbones turned white. The winter-frost scent radiating from his skin grew suffocatingly dense. "Then why did you allow Damian Boren to touch you?!" he roared, his hands grabbing her shoulders, pinning her down. "I already told you that I am going to marry you! I told you that you belong in my bed! Were you truly trying to escape me that badly? You were going to throw yourself away to a Boren?!"

"I was doing exactly what favors me!" Jannah shrieked back, her left hand clawing at his wrists to push him off her bruised skin. "Damian is kind! Damian is a gentleman who treats me like a human being! He doesn’t look at me like I am a piece of property or a prize to be conquered! Unlike you... you are nothing but an arrogant, disgusting dictator who forces his way into everything!"

"He is a Mafia lord’s son, Jannah!" Dorrent barked, his face inches from hers, his crimson-tinted eyes wild with an intense madness. "He comes from a family of butchers and common street criminals! You think he wouldn’t use you?!"

"I don’t care!" Jannah yelled, her voice breaking as tears of frustration threatened to spill over her lashes. "At least when he looks at me, I feel like a person! And let me tell you something, Dorrent—I will still do it. The moment I get out of this prison, I will find him, and I will let him sink his teeth into my neck. I will let him make me his mate. And then we will see if you will ever be able to lay with me again! You only want to marry me for sex, don’t you? You only want me because your useless body finally woke up when I touched you! I will take that away from you. The only way to stop a monster like you is to ensure I am already marked by someone else!"

"Shut up!!!"

Jannah twisted her face, tearing her chin out of his bruising grip as a tear finally escaped her eye, tracing a path down her pale cheek. "I want nothing from you but my freedom!" she choked out, her voice trembling with defiled fury. "Sex means nothing at all! It is a mechanical reaction of the body, Dorrent! It doesn’t mean I accept you! It doesn’t mean I want you!"

Dorrent’s face darkened instantly at her words. He leaned in until his lips brushed against her ear, his hand still resting heavily between her thighs, reminding her of his physical dominance. "How can you say it means nothing?" he rasped, his voice thick with a sudden, intense hunger. "How does it not matter when you wrap your legs around my waist and moan my name so loudly while riding my cock? You can’t say it means nothing when you collapse against my chest, completely spent. Your body doesn’t lie to me, Jannah."

Jannah let out a sigh, her entire frame going completely limp against the mattress. The exhausting weight of arguing with this powerful man was breaking her spirit piece by piece. She turned her head away, staring blankly at the shattered remains of the glass cabinet on the floor.

"Do whatever you want to my body, Dorrent," Jannah said, her voice dropping into a flat, dead whisper that carried the terrifying weight of defeat. "Use me however you please to satisfy your cycles. But forget about ever making me your mate. A biological bond requires a lot of things... things that an arrogant, manipulative monster like you will never qualify for."

Dorrent frowned, his fingers stilling against her skin as he processed the sudden emptiness in her voice. He withdrew his hand from her pants, sitting up slightly as he stared down at her expressionless face. "What things, Jannah? Tell me. Tell me so I can see whether I can do them."