Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: The Backseat Control

Dorrent fixed his eyes onto Jannah’s flushed face, his hands anchoring her hips against his lap with a steady pressure that completely contradicted the dangerous erection pressing into her dress.

"Relax," Dorrent delivered, his voice vibrating against her shoulder blades. "I won’t do anything to you right now, Jannah, despite how badly every single cell in my body wants to ravage you right here on this seat. I just want to hold you like this until we reach the estate lines. Keep your body right where it is."

Up front, Shadron caught the interaction through the rearview mirror, a disbelieving chuckle slipping past his lips as he flicked the high beams on. "You know, Dorrent... you were genuinely willing to die for this girl back at the burial grounds. I’ve seen you cold, I’ve seen you ruthless, but taking a barrage of bullets just to keep a woman from being dragged away? It’s completely unprecedented. I honestly find myself wondering how she tastes for you to want to die for her that badly."

Dorrent’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening on Jannah’s waist as his eyes darkened into a shade of unhinged possessiveness. "You will never understand it, Shadron. You will never comprehend how this girl drives my entire biology insane. I can’t even begin to imagine her leaving my side. The thought alone makes my system want to tear this city apart."

Jannah let out a sharp, bitter laugh, her chest heaving with humiliation as she glared at the dashboard. "Don’t listen to his poetic lies, Shadron! He doesn’t care about me. Dorrent only keeps me locked around his estate as his personal sex object because his beastly, perverted stamina demands a toy to play with."

Shadron adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, a highly amused, knowing grin stretching across his features. "Well, Jannah, if that’s the reality, you should honestly just give it to him well whenever he wants it. You have to look at the metrics here. It is not an easy thing for an S-tier Alpha male to stay five long years without having sex with a single person. His system has been operating under complete starvation until he found your skin. You should try to understand his biological peak."

"I wasn’t expecting a single piece of good advice from a person like you anyway!" Jannah spat back fiercely, her face burning a bright crimson as she threw an angry glare toward the front seat. "You are exactly like him! You, Dorrent, your father—all you elite Alphas ever think about is sex, sex, sex! Tell me, do you people even possess a brain, or do you think with your dicks?!"

Shadron burst into a booming laugh that echoed sharply inside the reinforced cabin. "You would only understand the dynamic if you were a man, Jannah. The reality of our anatomy is simple: we are always thinking with our dick right now, especially when a gorgeous woman is sitting right in the perimeter."

"Is that why your own dick couldn’t keep a single woman satisfied?" Jannah countered ruthlessly, her voice dripping with scorn. "Is that why you were forced to flee your own luxury penthouse and leave your entire house to seven different angry women because you couldn’t handle your own messy sex life?"

Shadron’s grin faltered for a fraction of a second, a dry cough escaping his throat before he shook his head. "Hey, watch the tongue, little herbalist. You should actually consider yourself lucky that Dorrent isn’t a pervert like me. He is built differently. He can only sleep with you alone; his system completely rejects anyone else. That’s exactly why he’s always thinking of taking you, morning and night. Me? I do several women every single week, but I never get enough. It’s a completely different layout."

"It’s not that a single woman can’t satisfy you," Jannah sneered, her fingers digging into her own palms. "It is just your twisted, perverted minds that can’t stop hunting for filth."

Dorrent let out a chuckle right against her ear, his hand slowly sliding up from her hip to trace the bare skin of her lower thigh. "Are you not happy, Jannah? Isn’t your stubborn pride pleased that you have tamed my dick? It functions exclusively for you. It belongs entirely to your body."

"All your pathetic dick ever does to my body is punish me!" Jannah yelled back, trying violently to twist her hips away from his touch.

Dorrent’s eyes flashed with a dangerous, competitive heat. Without a word of warning, he tilted his hips upward, forcing his rod to slide against her behind, letting her feel the full, pulsing length of his erection through their layers of fabric.

"But you always like the punishment, don’t you, Jannah?" Dorrent delivered in a low, husky rumble that scorched her skin. "Don’t act so innocent with me. You love the weight of it, especially with how you squirt all over and my shaft every single time I pull out of your weeping walls."

"Shut up! Stop talking!" Jannah shrieked in horror, her heart hammering frantically against her ribs as she shot her hand backward, slamming her palm firmly over Dorrent’s mouth to block his dirty words from reaching Shadron’s ears. "Enough with the dirty talk! Stop it!"

Dorrent didn’t pull away. Instead, a dark smirk spread beneath her palm. He parted his lips and began to slowly lick the inside of her palm, his rough tongue tracing the lines of her hand while his other hand traveled heavily up the exposed curve of her thigh.

Slap!

Jannah slapped his hand away from her leg, her entire frame shaking with fury. "Behave yourself, Dorrent! Stop it!"

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