Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Silencing Her Fears

"Don’t most of you change the second a woman’s body changes because of age and childbirth?!" Jannah’s voice cracked, thick with an overwhelming bitterness that rose straight from the rawest depths of her heart. Tears overflowed, cascading down her burning cheeks in silent, heavy streams. "When a woman’s vagina stretches and tears when she brings a child into the world—when her boobs sag—don’t you grow completely disgusted by that?!"

Dorrent didn’t speak. His eyes remained pinned on her, catching every drop of anguish pouring out of her soul.

"You shouldn’t even dream about impregnating me!" Jannah sobbed, her hands gripping her own lap in tight, trembling fists. "Not when this whole twisted relationship is built purely on bodily desires! You won’t desire me anymore the moment my body changes, Dorrent! When my firm boobs drop and rest flat against my ribs, and you can’t even enjoy looking at them anymore—when my pussy, as people like you always say, can no longer hold your steel rod firmly... there will be nothing left in this for you! Bringing a family and kids into this mess will only make you detest it even more!"

Before the last bitter word could fully leave her trembling lips, Dorrent leaned forward with ruthless speed. His large hand cupped the back of her head, locking her in place, and his lips crushed down onto hers in a fierce, overwhelming kiss.

He didn’t just touch her lips; he claimed her whole mouth with possessive, brutal intensity, his lips moving against hers in a deep, hot sweep that traveled all the way up, brushing against the tip of her delicate nose. He drank in her soft, broken gasps, completely silencing her terrified tirade with the sheer, smothering weight of his presence.

When he finally pulled back, his hot, heavy breath fanned directly across her wet cheeks. His silver eyes burned with an unshakeable, ferocious dark intensity that rendered her completely speechless.

"No matter what absurd nonsense spills out of your little mouth, Jannah..." Dorrent rasped out, his baritone a low, vibrating growl, "...I am never going to stop the thoughts of having kids and starting a family with you. Ever."

Jannah’s breath hitched, her heart pounding against her ribs as she stared into his terrifying certainty.

Dorrent slowly lowered his hand, resting his palm over her flat, smooth stomach. He stroked the sensitive skin beneath the silk dress in a warm, deliberate circle, his touch sending a sharp tremor straight through her core.

"And as for your body changing..." Dorrent purred low, a subtle, possessive smirk touching the corner of his lips, "...it certainly will change. Because I fully plan on making you have a lot of babies for me."

Jannah gasped, her sorrow momentarily short-circuiting into raw outrage. "Curse you!" she spat, her dark eyes flashing through her tears. "You can carry those damn babies yourself, you insufferable monster!"

Dorrent let out a deep rumble of dark, amused laughter, his large hand remaining firmly planted on her abdomen. "Why wouldn’t we have many kids, little physician? When I have an astronomical amount of wealth that my sweet, stubborn wife could never possibly spend on her own?"

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