Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Driven to the Edge

"Stop moving," Dorrent growled softly, his grip on her waist tightening until she was pinned securely against him. His hand remained flat over her lips, absorbing her furious, muffled protests. "I’m not doing anything weird, Jannah. I swear to you. I couldn’t sleep, and my mind was bothered. I just wanted to get some sleep next to you. That’s all." He paused, his eyes trying to pierce the heavy obscurity to read her posture. "Will you listen to me if I let go of your mouth? Will you stay quiet?"

For a long, tense second, Jannah remained rigid. Then, letting out an indignant breath through her nose, she gave a firm, reluctant nod of acceptance against his palm.

Slowly, Dorrent eased his hand off her lips, though his other arm remained firmly anchored around her waist, holding her close to his heat.

The moment her mouth was free, Jannah didn’t hesitate. With a twist of her hips, she yanked her leg off his thigh and pulled her arm back, creating a few inches of distance between them, though she was still trapped within the circle of his arm.

"Get out," she hissed, her voice a sharp, venomous whisper that trembled with a mixture of shock and rage. "Who the hell told you that you could just crawl into my bed in the middle of the night, you perverted monster? Get your hands off me!"

"I’m not leaving," Dorrent delivered flatly, his voice unyielding. He shifted slightly, the bandages around his torso tightening as he pulled her back just an inch. "I just thought... since we are going to be married, I should tell you some things about myself. We need to talk, Jannah."

Jannah let out a cold, cynical scoff in the obscurity. "I am not interested in a single thing you have to say about yourself, Alpha. I don’t care about your life, your thoughts, or anything about you. Go back to your own room."

"Are you really not interested?" Dorrent pushed, his voice dropping into a rough, quiet frequency that carried curiosity. "Isn’t a part of you even a little bit curious about the person who is going to be your husband? The person you will be sharing a bed with every single night for the rest of your life?"

Jannah went completely silent.

She didn’t say a word, her jaw tightening. Of course she wanted to know him. Of course a hidden, buried part of her mind burned to understand the complexities of the man who was both her executioner and her protector—but she would rather tear her own tongue out than ever admit it to his face. She would never give him the satisfaction of asking.

But before she could even formulate a cold retort to break the silence, Dorrent moved.

With a sudden, powerful surge of his arm, he pulled her body flush against his frame. Before she could react to the suffocating heat of his body, his hand shot down, wrapped firmly around her wrist, and hauled her hand downward. He forcefully placed her open palm onto the center of his trousers, right over the rigid length of his hardening manhood.

Jannah’s breath trapped itself in her throat, her eyes widening in horror as her fingers registered the scorching, pulsating heat of his erection beneath her palm.

"Why are you torturing me this way, Jannah?" Dorrent rasped out, his voice dropping into a deep, dirty, unashamed growl that vibrated against her face. His grip on her wrist held her hand locked against his length, forcing her to feel every single throb. "You know damn well what you’re doing to me. You know you won’t take care of me, yet you lie here like this, driving my system to the edge."

The full, shocking realization of her current state finally shattered through her initial confusion. She was stark naked. She was completely exposed his large, clothed frame dominated her space.

"You insane perverted bastard!" Jannah hissed, her face burning with a lethal crimson flush. With burst of energy, she raised her free left hand and hit his shoulder. "Who had invited you to my bed if not your own sick, perverted mind?! You crawled in here like a thief in the night, and now you’re blaming me for your own filth?! You can only blame yourself for your suffering! Set me free right now so I can dress up!"

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