Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: The Horrific Disparity Between Us

Dorrent shifted his weight slightly, his frame pressing heavier between her thighs as he looked down into her flashing eyes. "You can tell your mind that I am not your type, Jannah... but you can never lie to me and say that you don’t want me."

"I don’t want—"

Before she could even form the words to reject him, Dorrent’s hand shot down beneath her thighs. His fingers slid over her sensitive outer lips, his palm flattening against her womanly junction.

Jannah let out a sudden, sharp gasp, her mouth flying wide open as his hand registered the overwhelming reality of her body. She was wet. A torrent of slick moisture had completely soaked through her center, weeping uncontrollably against his skin despite her venomous words.

Dorrent didn’t show an ounce of mercy. He began to aggressively rub his palm over her throbbing node, applying a heavy, pressurized friction that sent a blinding shockwave of stimulation straight to her brain.

"Ah-hnn... stop!" Jannah gasped out through the breathless, fractured sound of his hand igniting her flesh. Her hips gave a weak, traitorous arch against his palm, her core convulsing around his fingers. She desperately clutched his wrists, her voice breaking into a breathless beg. "Dorrent... please, stop it... can we never... can we never talk without being intimate?! This... this disgusting perversion will only ruin a serious talk..."

"I wouldn’t mind ruining it at all," Dorrent rasped out, his voice thick, rough, and swamped with an intense, unholy hunger as his hand maintained its rhythmic, heavy friction over her weeping center. "I wouldn’t mind burning down this entire house if it meant I would get to have you right now, Jannah. Your body belongs to my touch."

"Maybe... maybe if you would stop being so perverted like you are..." Jannah gasped out, her eyes rolling back slightly as his hand suddenly increased its speed between her thighs, his fingers digging into her sensitive flesh, driving her to the edge of a messy climax. She fought through the heavy fog of pleasure, her voice shaking with a bleeding honesty. "...maybe you would have actually been my type! I hate how perverted you are! I loathe how manipulative you are with my body!"

Dorrent froze entirely.

His hand stopped its rapid motion, remaining flat and heavy against her soaking, weeping center. He slowly lifted his head, his eyes locking onto her flushed face. Her lips were swollen, her chest heaving in rapid, jagged cycles, and her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat under the lamp light.

"Even if it makes you feel this good, Jannah?" Dorrent asked quietly, his voice dropping into a rough, strained frequency. "Even when your body responds to me this intensely, you still hate it?"

"I loathe it!" Jannah shrieked, a sudden, breaking sob ripping out of her throat as the emotional dam inside her chest finally burst. "I loathe it very much, Dorrent! I loathe how your disgusting touch makes me completely lose control of my own flesh! It makes me crave for things I don’t want... things my mind completely rejects! You can never, ever understand how horrific it feels for me... to look at the very face that was responsible for my parents’ brutal death... and then feel my body begging for him!"

Hot, stinging tears finally broke free from her eyes, pouring down her pale cheeks in a torrential downpour of agony. Her frame began to shake beneath him, her chest bouncing as she broke down into hysterical, broken sobs, losing her complete restraint.

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