Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: A Dirty Mouth

The heavy silk sheets of the master suite felt like lead against Jannah Nenth’s skin. It was already late in the afternoon, the bright, merciless daylight of Freenly City cutting through the gaps in the heavy velvet drapes, a stark contrast to the grueling hours that had consumed them. From the first light of early morning until past midday, Dorrent Grefo had taken her over and over, his unyielding S-tier dominance entirely overriding the quiet sanctity of the room until she was completely spent, aching, and physically shattered.

When Jannah finally forced her heavy eyelids open, the reality of her entrapment hit her with a sudden, suffocating weight.

Dorrent was pressed flush against her back, his massive, heavily muscled frame completely bracketing her small body into the mattress. One of his large, possessive hands was wrapped tightly around her waist, his fingers digging slightly into her soft flesh as if staking a permanent claim even in his sleep. He was so close that she could feel the slow, synchronized rise and fall of his chest against her shoulder blades, and lower down, the thick, relaxed weight of his manhood pressing directly into the small of her back. The intense, intoxicating scent of his winter-frost pheromones hung thick in the air around them, a suffocating reminder of the territorial mark he had forced onto her system.

Panic flared in Jannah’s chest. She couldn’t spend another minute pinned in his grasp, terrified of the raw, predatory power that had spent the last several hours raking through her body.

With a desperate, silent breath, she began to wiggle, trying to slide her hips forward to create even an inch of distance between them. But the moment she moved, the grip around her waist turned to iron. Dorrent didn’t even open his eyes; his arm simply contracted, hauling her back against his chest with an effortless, crushing strength that made her breath hitch.

"Sleep some more," Dorrent rumbled, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly register that vibrated directly against her spine. He shifted, burying his face into the curve of her neck, his breath hot and heavy against her raw, sensitive skin. "I want to hold you like this for a moment. Stay still."

"Let go of me, you monster! You absolute savage!" Jannah spat, her voice shaking with a mixture of exhaustion and volatile rage. She didn’t listen to a single word, her small frame twisting and struggling against his hold, her heels digging into the sheets as she tried to wrench herself free. "Get your hands off me! I loathe you, Dorrent! I loathe everything you are!"

"Continue rubbing your sexy butt on my cock and I won’t control myself when it stirs awake again," Dorrent warned, his voice suddenly losing its sleepiness, replaced instead by a low, dangerous growl that cut straight through her defiance. He shifted his hips slightly, deliberately letting her feel the sudden, thick twitch of his manhood beginning to harden against her skin in response to her struggling. "My soon-to-be wife... are you absolutely sure you will be able to handle it until it relaxes again? Because I promise you, if I start again, I won’t stop until nightfall."

Jannah froze instantly, her heart hammering frantically against her ribs. She let out a silent, bitter curse, her muscles locking into a rigid, breathless stillness. She was so incredibly sore, her entire system so profoundly tired and bruised from the morning’s relentless onslaught, that she couldn’t risk provoking his primal instincts again. The mere thought of him raking through her fragile frame one more time made her stomach churn with fear.

Noticing the sudden, defensive stillness of her body, a low, deeply satisfied chuckle vibrated through Dorrent’s chest. He pulled back just enough to look down at her profile, his dark eyes heavy with a smug, unyielding amusement.

"Did you like my foreplay today, Jannah? Or do I need to up my game next time?" he asked, his tone dripping with an arrogant, provocative edge.

Jannah turned her head slightly, staring back at him with absolute venom, her dark eyes flashing with a raw, unyielding hatred. "It was terrible," she hissed, her teeth grinding together. "It wasn’t foreplay at all. It was more like a brutal, disgusting biting game. Look at my skin! You’re nothing but an animal!"

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