Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Your Stubborn Heart Has Cracked

"How can you even tell me that?!" she choked out, tears spilling over her lashes once more. "How can you even utter those words when you don’t even possess a heart inside that chest, Dorrent?! All you ever do is call me a gutter rat! You treat me like I am a piece of garbage without a soul, manipulating my body, forcing your way into my flesh, and making me yearn for things I don’t want and will never have! Why... why the hell were you created to frustrate my existence so much?! I regret the day I ever entered this cursed mansion! I loathe everything about you, Dorrent! I loathe your very existence!"

She rumbled on and on, her voice cracking as a torrent of furious, incoherent words spilled from her lips. She didn’t even know why she was so incredibly mad, why her anger was burning with such a desperate intensity.

Dorrent sat perfectly still, silently watching the brilliant, conflicting emotions playing across her beautiful features. He looked at her trembling lips, her heaving chest, and the confusion in her eyes. She is only nineteen, his mind reminded him with a heavy, protective sorrow. She was still a girl in the grand scheme of things; she didn’t fully understand the chaotic depth of what she was craving from him. She was crying out for his heart, demanding his love just like any other normal teenager would crave affection, but she had absolutely no concept of the cost of love, or the devastating consequences it brought along. And he... he couldn’t lie to her. He couldn’t offer her a fairy tale when his own hands were stained with her history.

As he silently watched the beautiful woman in front of him practically beg for his love without even realizing she was doing it, something inside Dorrent broke entirely.

He leaned forward with sudden speed, catching her jaw in his hand. He leaned in and silenced her frantic words with a brutal, intensely passionate kiss.

"Mmm—!"

Jannah’s furious protest was instantly muffled away against his lips. He sealed his mouth over hers with an unyielding dominance, his tongue forcefully driving past her teeth to capture her palate. To his shock, Jannah didn’t fight him this time. The overwhelming emotional exhaustion of the night had broken her psychological defenses; she gave in to the kiss entirely, her head falling back against his hand as she allowed him to consume her mouth.

They drank each other’s saliva in a frantic, desperate rhythm, their breaths mingling in the hot air of the room. Within seconds, Dorrent’s arms had already pulled her completely onto his lap. She was sitting directly on top of him, her thighs wrapping around his waist as he kissed her with a terrifying intensity, as if he believed he would never get the chance to do so again. The kiss was thick, heavy, and tasted of the tears that were flowing nonstop down her cheeks.

Jannah only brought her wandering mind back to reality when she suddenly felt the rough, unmistakable texture of his hand sliding down between her thighs, his fingers pressing firmly against her weeping vulva.

The shock of the physical contact snapped her out of the trance. With a panicked gasp, she pulled her lips away from his, using all her strength to push against his chest as she scrambled backward off his lap, stepping off the bed entirely until her feet hit the cold floor.

"Get away from me!" she breathed out, her chest heaving as she tried to cover herself.

Dorrent sat up on the mattress, his breath coming in rough, uneven gasps as he stared at her trembling form. "I’m only trying to help you, Jannah," he rasped, his voice thick with an intense, unvarnished hunger. "I know you are hurting just as badly as I am right now. That arousal inside your core must be killing you. Let me relieve it."

"No!" Jannah yelled, her voice shaking with defiled pride. "I don’t want your disgusting help! Isn’t this exactly what your perverted mind wanted when you crawled into my room tonight?! I don’t need you! I will take care of it myself!"

"But I can’t take care of myself," Dorrent countered, his voice dropping into an agonizing growl. "I am hurting so incredibly bad down here, little physician. My body is on fire."

"Then fuck off and suffer alone!" Jannah fired right back.

The second Jannah’s eyes caught sight of the rigid weapon standing fully erect before her, her internal walls gave a sudden contraction. A treacherous wave of moisture flooded her center, and she involuntarily swallowed very hard, her throat tightening. She stared at his length, her mind spinning into horror. Why... why the hell are my walls craving that disgusting dick so badly? She loathed her own biology, terrified by the unholy intensity of her body’s desire for the man she hated.

No... impossible.

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