Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: The Monopoly of the Flesh

The silence of the master suite lasted for only a fraction of a second before the dark mattress dipped violently under Dorrent’s massive weight. He didn’t give her a chance to comply willingly, nor did his raging S-tier instincts possess the patience to wait for her body to tilt upward. With a low, feral growl that rattled deep within his chest, Dorrent clamped his hands onto her hip bones, hoisting her pelvis toward the ceiling with an unyielding, bruising leverage.

He drove back inside her with a single, brutal thrust.

The sheer velocity of the impact shattered Jannah’s remaining composure. Her hands slipped completely against the slick silk sheets, her fingers clawing at the fabric as her upper body fell flat onto the mattress. She was entirely pinned, her face pressed against the cool bedding, her spine arched at an impossible, vulnerable angle as Dorrent took absolute possession of her from behind. He grabbed her plush behind with both of his hands, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, and began to rhythmically drive her hips backward against his own pelvis, forcing her to take the entire, blistering length of his manhood over and over again.

"Aaaah!"

A loud, piercing moan exploded from her throat, the sound high and fractured, a raw declaration of the absolute chaos tearing through her nervous system. Every time his pubic bone slammed against her rear, the thick, veiny shaft of his cock traveled to the absolute depths of her warm, dripping wet womb, punishing her inner walls with an agonizing, delicious friction that filled the room with a continuous, heavy squelching sound. Dorrent was relentless. He maintained this primitive, dominant position for what felt like an eternity, his hips working with the mechanical, unforgiving precision of an apex predator.

He drove her into the mattress until Jannah’s voice grew ragged, her vocal cords stripping raw from the continuous, breathless screaming until she couldn’t make any more sounds—her throat producing nothing but high, fractured gasps of air as her body shook under the weight of his assault.

The pressure in Dorrent’s lower abdomen boiled over. With a final, deep, and pinning thrust that locked his pelvis completely against her body, his neural pathways snapped. He reached his climax, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he cummed inside her, the thick, hot fluid filling Jannah’s internal core with an intense, burning volume that made her gasp violently. Their bodies, slick with sweat and saturated in a dense fog of mixed pheromones, finally slumped heavily onto the sheets.

But the beast had only just been awakened.

The five years of cold, barren cycles and humiliating numbness had created a bottomless void within Dorrent’s S-tier biology. The unique, intoxicating scent of the low-born omega had acted like a volatile spark in a dry forest. Within minutes of his release, while Jannah was still trembling and trying to recover her breath, he felt the heavy surge of blood rushing back into his groin with a sudden, immense power. He got rock-hard again.

Without a single word of explanation, driven by a manic, unhinged need to claim her until his soul was satisfied, Dorrent dragged her back into the center of the bed. He fucked her again, and again, altering positions in the dark, ripping away the remaining scraps of her clothing, fondling her breasts, and leaving deep, dark purple marking along the smooth column of her neck and the pale skin of her inner thighs.

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By the time the continuous, breathless storm finally subsided, the silver moonlight had shifted across the floorboards, signaling that the deep hours of the night had arrived.

The air in the bedroom was thick, practically choking with the sweet, floral scent of Jannah’s omega scent and the bitter, dominant musk of the Alpha. Jannah stood up from the edge of the mattress, her knees buckled instantly, forcing her to catch her balance against the carved wood of the bedpost. Her entire body was aching with a deep, throbbing soreness. Her vagina felt swollen, pulsing with the residual heat of his continuous, brutal penetrations, and the brilliant pink and purple marks of his fingers were starkly visible against her pale skin in the dim light.

With trembling hands, she reached down to gather the ruined, torn pieces of her clothes from the carpet, trying to cover her nakedness.

Dorrent was lying flat on his back in the center of the bed, his broad chest bare and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his eyes fixed on her every movement like a cat watching a wounded bird.

Jannah turned her head sharply, her dark hair falling over her wet cheeks as she glared at him with a volatile mix of hatred and exhaustion. "You are a beast," she whispered, her voice rough, hoarse, and cracked from the hours of moaning. "A ruthless, unhinged beast. I wonder... how you could treat the very girl you claim to find filthy in such a disgusting, savage way."

She tried to take a single, measured step toward the bathroom to wash herself, but the intense soreness in her core betrayed her. Her legs went completely numb, and with a quiet gasp, she fell backward, landing heavily onto the edge of the mattress.

Before she could scramble away, Dorrent’s massive frame shifted. He lunged forward, his hands sliding directly under her arms from behind. His fingers intentionally drifted inward, his thumbs teasing the soft, sensitive sides of her breasts with a slow, deliberate pressure as he pulled her back against his chest.

"Are you certain you’re done, Jannah?" Dorrent murmured, his deep, husky voice vibrating directly against her bare shoulder blade, his hot breath sending an unbidden shiver down her spine. "Or did you want another round?"

"Get your hands off me!" Jannah hissed, twisting her torso with the last of her strength, slapping at his wrists as she cursed at him. "Don’t you dare touch me again! I am leaving this wretched palace now that your disgusting condition is healed!"

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