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Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: A Slow Torture

"There is no way in hell I am letting you do that!" Jannah gasped out, her hands shoving desperately against his iron chest to push his hips back. "You would rather help me dress up right now!"

Dorrent’s lips curved into a slow, wicked grin, his silver eyes flashing with dark satisfaction. "That is also not a bad idea, little physician. I will gladly do it."

He smoothly backed up just enough to let stand up on the floor, though he didn’t give her a single inch of personal space. Reaching out, Dorrent snatched the complex dress from the nightstand. Instead of rushing, he moved with agonizing slowness, unthreading the delicate back-strings with his fingers.

He undressed her slowly by pulling the dress over her face and threw it on the floor. His gaze lingered on her upper body with an intense gaze that made Jannah almost hide herself in the sheets.

"Hold still," Dorrent purred low, his voice a dark, velvety vibration.

He gathered the smooth, liquid-like fabric in his hands and carefully slid it over her head. The cool silk cascaded down her bare shoulders, but as her body entered the dress, Dorrent’s hands lingered ruthlessly against her bare skin. Under the pretense of smoothing the material down, his palms glided over her waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into the delicate arch of her back. Every touch was an agonizing form of slow torture, his skin dragging over her hypersensitive flesh until goosebumps erupted across her arms.

He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across her neck as his fingers slowly worked the complex side-zipper up her ribs. He deliberately let his knuckles brush the underside of her breast, making her breath catch in her throat. When he reached the non-existent back of the dress, Dorrent took his time intertwining the thin silk strings, his fingertips tracing the long line of her spine down to the small of her back, worshiping every inch of her pale skin with a possessive, agonizing worship that left her shivering uncontrollably.

"Done," Dorrent whispered right against her ear, his hands sliding around to rest firmly over her hip bones.

He pulled her back flat against his chest, holding her pinned as he looked over her shoulder into the full-length mirror across the bed.

"Tell me, little physician..." Dorrent purred, his silver eyes dark as he scanned her Reflection in the mirror, taking in the way the emerald silk molded ruthlessly to her slim waist and hips, "...are you doing okay down there? Or can’t you help yourself right now?"

Jannah’s core was throbbing, a hot slickness weeping into her underwear from his maddening touch, but she forced her jaw tight and glared at his reflection in the glass. "I am completely okay! Get your hands off me!"

Dorrent let out a quiet rumble of dark laughter. "If you say so..." He leaned down, brushing his lips against her burning cheek. "You look agonizingly gorgeous, Jannah."

The moment his grip loosened, Jannah scrambled out of his arms, her cheeks flushed crimson as she bolted straight into the adjoining washroom.

"Don’t just wipe your wetness away like that, baby!" Dorrent shouted mockingly from the bedroom, his loud baritone carrying easily through the door. "You should let me help you clean it up using my tongue!"

"Go to hell, Dorrent!" Jannah cursed loudly, slamming the bathroom door shut behind her with a heavy bang.

Inside the washroom, Jannah leaned against the sink, her chest heaving as she panted for air. Her lower body was burning, completely soaked from the sheer intensity of his touch and his explicit words. Cursing Dorrent’s name under her breath with every passing second, she snatched a clean cloth, thoroughly wiping away the thick moisture between her thighs, furious at her own body for betraying her so easily.

"I can smell your arousal all the way out here, little physician!" Dorrent’s voice echoed boisterously from the bedroom.

Jannah bit her lip, ignoring his shameless shouts as she grabbed a damp sponge, quickly cleaning herself up before straightening her dress.

Chapter 221: A Slow Torture 1

Chapter 221: A Slow Torture 2

Chapter 221: A Slow Torture 3

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