Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: The Treason of Sensation

The gel was cool against Dorrent’s fingertips, but the moment he pressed his hand into the deep, hidden junction of her thighs, the contrast felt like a physical spark striking raw timber.

Dorrent began to gently apply the cream over the swollen, irritated lips of her vagina—the pale skin visibly bruised and raw from the sheer velocity of his aggressive, hours-long pumping the night before. His movements were deliberately slow, his pads tracing the contours of her most sensitive tissue with a heavy, mapping precision that left no boundary unvisited. The medicine was designed to soothe, but under the dominant frequency of an S-tier Alpha’s direct touch, the application felt like an entirely new layer of exquisite torture.

Jannah lay completely pinned beneath the weight of his gaze, her entire upper body locking into a rigid, stone-cold paralysis. She was fighting a desperate, internal war against her own nervous system, her jaw clenching so hard that the muscles along her neck stood out. She refused to give him the satisfaction of another sound. She was drowning in an agonizing ocean of shame, her mind screaming at the sheer absurdity of her situation: she was a virgin who had been ruthlessly undone by her family’s executioner, and now she was forced to lie naked beneath his hands while her body secretly thrilled to his touch.

Every instinct in her core was screaming that her body was on the verge of total, catastrophic betrayal. She could feel the thick, natural lubrication of her omega core already beginning to gather beneath the cool gel, a slow, hot tide rising to meet the heat of his fingers. She endured the torment for several agonizing minutes, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, a single bead of sweat rolling down her temple as she focused entirely on maintaining a suffocating silence.

Dorrent, however, was an apex predator who had spent his entire life reading the subtlest shifts in data and human behavior. He could feel the exact moment her internal muscles began to subtly quiver against his fingertips. He felt the rising, rhythmic heat of her skin, the shallow, frantic catching of her breath, and the sudden, telltale slickness that was beginning to coat his thumb.

A dark, intensely arrogant amusement flared behind his eyes. He decided to play with her.

He slowed the circular motion of his hand down to an agonizing, microscopic crawl, feigning a purely medical focus as he smoothed the balm over her outer folds. Then, with a sudden, wicked, and completely unheralded tilt of his wrist, his index finger brushed directly across her highly sensitive, swollen clitoris for a single, fleeting second.

"Ah—! Mmmgh!"

The reaction was instantaneous and violent. The sheer, concentrated overload of raw sensation shattered Jannah’s defenses in a fraction of a second. A high, breathless sound—a volatile mixture of the intense soreness of her injured tissue and the sudden, blinding flash of pure clitoral pleasure—was violently dragged from her throat. Her eyes flew wide open, dark and swimming with an unhinged mix of fury and dazed compliance as her body involuntarily arched off the mattress.

Gaining a sudden, erratic surge of physical energy she didn’t even know her feverish frame possessed, Jannah lunged forward. Her small, pale hand shot downward, her fingers clamping around Dorrent’s wrist with a desperate, ironclad grip, physically tearing his hand away from her bleeding threshold. Without waiting for his permission, she grabbed the edge of the duvet and twisted her body, completely burying her naked, bruised form beneath the thick fabric until she was cocooned up to her chin, her breathing sounding like a dying animal in the quiet room.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify