Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Caught Spread-Eagled in the Garage

The vehicle tore through the iron gates of the Grefo estate, its tires kicking up loose gravel as it entered the private compound.

By the time the vehicle crossed the secure perimeter, Jannah’s psychological resolve had completely disintegrated. The relentless, deep pumping of Dorrent’s four fingers from behind, combined with the suffocating cloud of his winter-frost pheromones, had thoroughly shattered her logical defenses. Trapped by her own traitorous omega biology, she had actively demanded he stop the digital torture—submitting entirely to his terms. Her fingers had frantically unbuckled the remaining leather restraints, and in a state of pure, localized delirium, she had straddled his lap.

Now, as the car glided toward the lower parking garage, Jannah was busy riding his cock.

"Ah! Ahhh!" Jannah moaned loudly, her head thrown back, her unkempt dark hair flying wildly over her flushed shoulders as she set a frantic, desperate pace on his shaft. The internal friction was overwhelming; her tight, weeping walls were completely engulfing his thick length, convulsing around the hot steel of his anatomy with every violent downward stroke.

Dorrent let out a deep, guttural grunt, his chest heaving under his torn silk shirt. He kept his left hand firmly locked onto the steering wheel, expertly directing the fast-moving vehicle down the concrete ramp into the parking deck using one hand. His right hand clamped tightly around her fragile waist, his fingers digging into her bare skin to anchor her rhythm.

"Ride faster, Jannah! Speed it up!" Dorrent commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against her chest. He tilted his hips upward, meeting her descents with brutal force, his eyes darkening as he felt the intense, crushing grip of her vagina. "Mmm, fuck... Your walls are literally choking me. Swallow all of it!"

"Ah! I can’t..." Jannah wailed, completely lost in a sea of primitive pleasure, her hands slamming against his muscular shoulders for balance as she accelerated her movements, her behind slamming hard against his thighs with a loud, wet friction.

Suddenly, as Dorrent swerved the transport into the parking bay and shifted the gear into park, a sharp, loud knock rattled against the dark, tinted glass of the driver-side window.

Jannah’s eyes flew wide open in absolute horror. Through the dark film of the window, she could see the unmistakable, silver-haired silhouette of Shadron Valerius standing under the bright fluorescent lights of the garage. He was leaning forward, his face mere inches from the glass, trying his best to peer into the darkened interior of the vehicle.

Panic seized her chest. Realizing she was caught naked and spread-eagled on the CEO’s lap, Jannah frantically reached down, her small hands grabbing Dorrent’s wrist. "No... no! Dorrent, don’t! Please, don’t lower the window!" she whispered hysterically, trying to pull his hand away from the dashboard controls.

But Dorrent completely ignored her desperate pleas. Consumed by a toxic wave of S-tier arrogance and possessive pride, he wanted his friend to see exactly who was currently enslaved to his anatomy. With a cold, deliberate smirk, he pressed the electronic toggle.

The tinted window rolled down with a smooth, mechanical hiss.

Shadron leaned his elbows against the door frame, his sharp eyes widening in absolute, unadulterated shock as the hyper-sexual, musk-laden air of the cabin hit his nostrils. His gaze swept over Jannah’s bare, flushed back, her long pale legs wrapped around Dorrent’s hips, and the heavy, wet connection between their bodies.

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