Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Cold Comfort

Dorrent stared down at her flushed, breathless face, taking in the glistening moisture faintly visible through her thin cotton underwear. A deep, highly satisfied rumble echoed from his chest.

"I like this version of you, Jannah," Dorrent whispered, his hand resting possessively over her hip. "I like it when you aren’t so stubborn when you’re aroused." He leaned down, his lips hovering mere millimeters from hers. "Tell me... do you want me to fuck you right now?"

Jannah didn’t answer. She kept her lips firmly closed, turning her head slightly to the side as her long lashes fluttered.

Deep down, she had already accepted her fate. She was going to be officially married to this terrifying tycoon anyway. They had already crossed that line multiple times, and doing it again wouldn’t change her reality. Besides... as much as her mind fought against him, the intense, overwhelming ache of desire pulsing in her core was making her so desperate it was practically killing her.

Dorrent looked down at her quiet, compliant posture, a dry, mocking chuckle escaping his lips.

"Aren’t you a truly bizarre little creature?" Dorrent murmured, shaking his head slightly. "Whenever I am completely serious and trying to have a vital conversation with you, you suddenly turn all receptive like this. But whenever I actively pursue you, you fight me with everything you’ve got. What kind of game are you playing, Jannah? Don’t you actually care about knowing the truth?"

Jannah turned her head back, her dark eyes locking into his with a sudden, quiet sharpness that completely stripped away her playful demeanor.

"It’s not that I don’t want to know the truth, Dorrent," Jannah delivered quietly, her voice steady and clear. "I already know. Don’t see me as a complete fool. I have already connected the dots."

Dorrent’s silver eyes narrowed slightly. " Connected what?"

"All the dangers and ambushes you have been facing lately..." Jannah whispered, her chest heaving slightly under his weight, "...it’s all because of me, isn’t it? Because of my unique lineage and my womb’s ability to birth an Enigma. Those powerful factions and mafia gods who want that power have been actively hunting you to get to me."

Dorrent stared down at her for a long, silent beat. The dark, teasing smirk on his face completely melted away, replaced by an authentic look of quiet pride and profound respect.

"Clever girl..." Dorrent purred softly, his thumb gently stroking her cheekbone. "If you understood all of that on your own... why were you putting on such a frantic act earlier?"

"I wasn’t putting on any act!" Jannah snapped softly, pouting her lips. "It is YOU who constantly views me as a brainless little kid who doesn’t understand anything happening around her!"

"It isn’t that way at all," Dorrent corrected her gently, his baritone dropping into a soft, protective register. "I am simply concerned about you, Jannah. That is all."

Jannah tilted her chin up, her dark eyes flashing with a sudden, arrogant glint as she remembered her leverage. "Well, you shouldn’t treat me badly ever again! Especially when I am the grand prize here! I am wanted by the most powerful men in this city, Alpha Grefo. You should be exceptionally happy that I am lying here with you."

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