Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Basic Anatomy, Not Surrender

Jannah let out a weak, raspy laugh that quickly dissolved into a painful cough, her throat still raw from the scorching effects of the antidote. She held his freezing gaze with a defiance that defied her current physical weakness. "I am just someone who wants you dead," she whispered fiercely, the words dripping with a cold, concentrated venom. "That is the only thing you need to know about me, Dorrent Grefo. I am your executioner."

Dorrent’s expression didn’t even flicker. A slow, mocking smirk touched his lips as he looked down at her small, trembling form. "Finding out exactly who you are is not a problem to me at all, little physician. All I have to do is dig up your background, and my corporate intelligence team will have every single detail of your pathetic lower-district life on my desk by sunrise. You aren’t as invisible as you think."

Without a shred of gentleness, Dorrent reached down, his hand clamping around her upper arm. He didn’t gently assist her; he violently pulled her up from the carpet, dragging her small frame to her feet until she was forced to stand inches away from his towering chest.

"I am not surprised that I am your enemy, Jannah," Dorrent murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated against her flushed face. "Look at me. I am the CEO of the most powerful corporate empire in this city. I have an absolute mountain of enemies who want to see my heart stop beating every single day, and I always deal with them exceptionally well. Dealing with a fragile, incompetent slum rat like you won’t be a problem for me in the slightest."

Jannah swallowed hard, trying to ignore the electric warmth of his hand still gripping her skin. She forced her voice to remain steady, grasping for any tactical leverage she could find. "If you think you can just keep me locked away as your secret toy, you’re forgetting reality, Dorrent. You should know that your father, Guron, expects a highly detailed, written daily report of your neurological progress. He has scheduled exactly two hours a day of your specialized treatment under my supervision. Tell me, Alpha... are you really not going to tell your own father that his chosen herbalist is actually a woman who wants you dead?"

Dorrent let out a sharp, booming laugh that echoed darkly off the bedroom walls, his grip on her arm tightening until it bordered on bruising. "Do you think I am a child, Jannah? I am not a baby who doesn’t know how to deal with his own domestic enemies that I must run to my father to solve my problems. Let’s look at the logistics of your situation. If Guron learns for a single second that you wanted me dead, he will have his private security team drag you to a maximum-security corporate prison without a single second thought."

He leaned down, his winter-frost pheromones completely engulfing her senses, suffocating her with his dominant presence. "And if you are locked away in a cage, only I will be left at an absolute disadvantage. I will be left with my impotence, without the singular female biology capable of making me erect, and without someone to fuck whenever my system demands it. I won’t allow that to happen. Things in this estate will go on exactly as usual. You will perform the daily ’treatment’ according to my father’s schedule—which will mainly consist of you spread-eagled on your back, taking my cock—and you will forge the medical records of my progress to keep Guron satisfied."

The absolute hopelessness of her captivity crashed down on Jannah’s chest like a physical weight. Trapped between a corporate prison and the relentless, predatory lust of her family’s greatest enemy, a dark, desperate thought crystallized in her mind. "I might just kill myself to end all of this," she whispered, her voice dropping into a hollow, dead tone. "I will end my own life before I let you turn me into a permanent slave."

The moment the threat of suicide left her lips, Dorrent’s face turned utterly savage. His eyes flashed with a lethal, blinding crimson fire. He took a sudden, aggressive step forward, his hands locking around her slender waist with bone-crushing strength. He violently squeezed her entire body against his hard, muscular frame, pinning her pelvis directly against his hips so she could feel the immediate, rigid thickness of his awakening manhood through their thin clothes.

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