Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: The Transfer of Malice

The reinforced glass of the passenger window groaned as Jannah slammed the palm of her hand against it one last time. Dorrent was dragging her back into his territory.

She turned her head sharply, her breathing ragged, her dark hair stuck to her sweating forehead in messy, damp tendrils. The grip he had just used to yank Shadron’s shirt down over her thighs still burned against her hip bone, a phantom heat that refused to cool.

"I am horny, Dorrent," Jannah spat out suddenly, the words sharp, shameless, and deliberate. She leaned back against the seat, her chest heaving beneath the oversized white cotton fabric, her eyes flashing with a wicked, calculated malice. "I am horny, and I need to go and see my boyfriend. Let me out of this car."

It was a lie. A massive, desperate fiction. Jannah had no boyfriend; she lived entirely alone with her grandfather’s company in the squalor of 3rd Street, her heart fiercely guarded against the very concept of intimacy. She was throwing the word into his face like a handful of gravel, wanting him to know that as filthy, unkempt, and wretched as he found her, she still had someone who cherished her. She wanted him to know that outside the glass walls of his pristine palace, she was desired, touched, and held by a man who wasn’t disgusted by her existence.

But beneath the elaborate lie, there was a raw, agonizing truth that her own biology was currently fighting. She was aroused. The heavy, suffocating atmosphere of Shadron’s penthouse—had acted like a catalyst on her untouched, highly sensitive system. Her omega core had been stimulated against her will, the residual heat of that hyper-sexual environment settling deep in her lower abdomen like a heavy, throbbing weight.

Dorrent’s head didn’t turn, but his jaw clenched so hard the muscles along his neck stood. The word boyfriend seemed to physically agitate his aura.

"How crazy is your line of work?" Dorrent asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous, jagged rasp that cut through her words. "Did you truly have to stay in that apartment? Did you have to sit there and listen to them having sex like a dog waiting for scraps?"

Jannah let out a sharp, bitter laugh, tilting her chin high as she stared at his cold profile. "It is my line of work, Alpha Grefo. I am a herbalist. It is my duty to endure, to sit there and ensure that the patient responds correctly to the treatment and is completely well before I take my leave. What happens in the other room is none of my concern. You shouldn’t mind me at all." She leaned closer toward the center console, her voice dropping into a piercing whisper. "In fact, I wonder why you even followed me. Why does a grand, untouchable CEO care where a gutter-rat spends her night?"

"My father," Dorrent replied instantly, the lie slick and fast as it left his lips, though his eyes flared with a sudden, volatile intensity behind his lashes. "Guron told me to ensure your safety. If you are murdered or compromised in the lower districts, the Hodin Oil merger falls through. You are nothing but an insurance policy to me, Jannah."

Jannah’s eyes narrowed, a ruthless, intuitive smirk touching her lips as she caught the subtle tremor in his grip on the steering wheel. She knew exactly where his blade was buried, and she chose that exact moment to twist it with everything she had.

"Safety?" she sneered, her voice dripping with an intoxicating, lethal mockery. "Then why lock up a horny woman in your car, Dorrent? Why trap me here when you know you can’t satisfy me? You’re a king who can’t claim anything. Let me go to a man who actually can."

The words shattered the final thread of Dorrent’s composure.

An explosive, feral rage completely consumed his mind, burning away five years of corporate discipline, logic, and self-restraint in a single fraction of a second. With a violent, sweeping motion of his arm, Dorrent slammed his foot onto the emergency brake. The car shrieked as its thrusters reversed, the vehicle fishtailing sharply before slamming to a dead halt in the middle of the deserted, dark highway lane.

Before the engine could even settle into an idle, Dorrent unbuckled his seatbelt and lunged across the central console like a striking predator.

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