Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Am I Your Kind of a Man?

"I am not a liar, Jannah," Dorrent murmured, his voice carrying a rough weight that anchored her down against the pillows. He leaned in closer, the scent of his pheromones thickening in the warm air of the bedroom. "You are far more beautiful than that woman ever was. She had a face shaped by wealth and the finest cosmetic enhancers money could buy, but it was hollow. Artificial. If I had met you earlier—if I had stumbled across you in this city before she ever crossed my path—I might have fallen for you instantly."

He stared down at her, his eyes scanning every inch of her face with intense focus that made her skin prickle. "You have a beauty that completely derails a man’s logic, little physician. It’s in the sharp, defiant fire of your dark eyes when you hate me. It’s in the way your soft lips curve when you’re dripping with malice, and the flawless texture of your skin that makes my hands shake just to touch it. You are entirely real, Jannah. Every breath you take, every tear you wipe away—it’s a captivating force that makes every other woman I’ve ever known look like a ghost."

Jannah’s heart gave an irregular thud against her ribs. For a fleeting second, a suffocating wave of conflicting thoughts crashed through her mind. The unblinking intensity in his handsome face looked so terrifyingly genuine. He didn’t look like a corporate king spinning a web of deceit; he looked like a man completely subdued by her image, laying his pride bare in the golden light of the lamp. Is he actually being sincere? she thought, her breath trapping itself in her throat. Could a monster truly look at someone with that much reverence?

But the moment the treacherous thought formed, her gaze flicked downward. She noticed his eyes heavying, his pupils dilating as his gaze deliberately drifted from her face, tracing a slow, predatory line down to her completely exposed breasts pulsing with her frantic heartbeat.

The spell instantly shattered. Her defensive walls slammed down with a deafening crash, a cold, mocking sneer cutting across her lips.

"You don’t see anything special in me at all, Alpha," Jannah spat out, her voice dripping with disdain as she tried to twist her upper body away from his shadow. "Don’t flatter yourself with those pathetic praises. You are just saying all this because of the desperate, perverted desires of your dick. That is the only thing driving your mouth right now."

Dorrent let out a rumble of a chuckle, completely unbothered by her sharp words. He didn’t shift his weight, his hand remaining firmly anchored on her bare hip. "If it were just about my dick, little physician, I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you at three in the morning. And notice, I hadn’t even mentioned anything about you being the best in bed yet. Though, if we are speaking about your body..." His voice dropped into a deep, dirty rasp that made her face burn crimson. "I absolutely adore how flexible your hips are. I love how easily I can turn you around, molding your frame into whatever position I want when I’m fucking you. Your anatomy belongs to me, Jannah."

"Just stop already!" Jannah shrieked, her voice cracking with embarrassment and rage. She aggressively slammed her fists against his shoulders. "Shut your disgusting mouth and leave this room right now if you don’t have anything important or serious to talk about! Get off me!"

Instead of moving away, Dorrent’s expression suddenly shifted, the teasing smirk instantly melting off his handsome features. A profound solemnity took over his face. Slowly, he lowered his frame entirely onto her. He placed his head against her chest, resting his cheek right over her pounding heart, his shoulders eclipsing her view of the room as his torso pressed firmly against her skin.

"There is something very serious I want to talk to you about," Dorrent murmured, his voice muffled against her chest, the vibration of his words sending an electric tremor straight down her spine.

Jannah froze under the crushing, suffocating heat of his body. Her hands remained clenched against his shoulders, her breathing shallow as she tried to push his head away from her chest. "You can talk to me while not lying on top of me, Dorrent! Why the hell must you straddle me like this? It is uncomfortable, and I can barely draw a proper breath."

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