Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Sweet Retaliation

The ache inside Jannah’s lower belly had mutated from a dull throb into a sharp, intolerable burning.

Every breath she took drew in the suffocating cloud of his winter-frost pheromones, turning her own blood to liquid fire. Her omega biology was actively betraying her, screaming for the S-tier dominance hovering over her, demanding the very thing she swore she would never willingly submit to again. She cursed herself inwardly, her teeth grinding together so hard her jaw ached. She wanted to run, to scramble off his lap and escape the agonizing temptation of his body, but Dorrent’s massive hands remained locked around her waist like iron bands, anchoring her hips against the pulsing heat of his groin.

As he looked down at her flushed, struggling face, the memories of his father’s harsh, demanding voice echoed in the dark corners of his mind. "Go slow on her, Dorrent. Try to have a foreplay. You cannot treat a rare, delicate omega like a piece of meat to be conquered by force. Learn her, or you will lose her completely."

The Alpha’s chest rose and fell in a ragged rhythm. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he let out a low, rough breath. "I will go slow on you this time, Jannah," he whispered, his voice a caress that vibrated through her skull. " I promise."

Slowly, his hand slid down from her hip, trailing over the sensitive skin of her thigh. His fingers moved with agonizing slowness, caressing her soft flesh, and he felt the immediate shiver that racked her entire frame under his touch. Her skin went hot, her thighs trembling slightly as they parted just a fraction of an inch more against his hand. He could feel the power of his influence over her, the way her body wept for him despite her mind’s desperate resistance.

Jannah’s eyes fluttered, her vision swimming with a haze of heat. He was begging her. The mighty, untouchable S-tier tycoon was pleading for her submission, presenting himself to her in a way she had never seen before. Her body was burning, hot as hell, but her mind—sharp and vindictive despite the haze of arousal—seized upon the sudden shift in power.

She stared back at him, her dark eyes suddenly sharpening with a desperate, calculating light.

"Let me take control instead," Jannah breathed, her voice trembling but carrying an edge of cold command. "Lie still. Do not do a single thing, and I will help you."

Dorrent’s silver eyes flared, his pupils dilating until they almost swallowed the silver. "You want to lead?" he growled softly, the concept foreign and intensely stimulating to his dominant instincts.

"Under one condition," Jannah continued, her left hand coming up to press against his collarbone, keeping him at bay. "You promise not to touch me. Not once. And... you will allow me to tie you."

It was a blatant punishment, a cruel psychological game. How could an Alpha who lived to conquer and dominate let her take total control without his hands to guide her? She wanted to torture him, to strip him of his physical power and leave him entirely at her mercy.

Dorrent stared at her, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. The beast inside him roared against the very idea of restraint, but the sight of her flushed cheeks, the heavy scent of her damp entrance pressing against his trousers, and the raw desire to have her override every ounce of his pride.

"Do it," Dorrent growled, his voice thick with impatient hunger.

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