Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Exclusive Possession

The gull-wing door of the luxury transport rose with a pressurized hiss, and Jannah immediately reached out, grabbing the handle of the back door. Her body was still aching from the previous night’s trauma, and her sole intention was to isolate herself in the rear passenger cabin, putting as much physical distance as possible between her skin and his suffocating presence.

"Get your hand off that handle," Dorrent’s deep, gravelly voice barked from behind her, cutting through the quiet morning air.

Jannah froze, her fingers tightening on the cold metal. She turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes. Dorrent stood by the driver’s side, his frame towering over the roof of the vehicle as he leveled a freezing, dominant glare at her.

"I am not your chauffeur, little physician," he sneered, his lip curling with that familiar, arrogant condescension. "You do not sit in the back like a high-born lady. Move your frame to the front and sit with me."

Jannah’s jaw clenched with such force a sharp ache shot through her teeth. She could feel the watchful eyes of the estate guards on them, and knowing that any public scene would ripple back to Guron, she forced her hand to drop. She marched to the passenger side, pulling the front door open with an aggressive jerk.

Before she climbed into the leather interior, she turned her face toward him, her dark eyes flashing with an unyielding, venomous fire. "Keep your hands to yourself during this entire drive, Dorrent," she commanded in a harsh, trembling whisper. "I hope you won’t misbehave or touch a single part of my body on this highway. We are out in the open now."

Dorrent let out a short, mocking chuckle as he slid his torso into the driver’s seat, the engine roaring to life with a vibration that shook the entire chassis. He reached over, forcefully grabbing her seatbelt and pulling it across her chest, his knuckles deliberately brushing against the soft swell of her breast, making her flinch against the leather.

"You speak as if I have a choice in the matter, Jannah," Dorrent murmured, his voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly intimate purr as he navigated the vehicle out of the grand estate gates. "It is just that I can’t help myself every single time your body is close to mine. My mind is always completely occupied, thinking about pinning you down and filling you up until you are weeping my name. And besides..."

He turned his head sideways, his eyes flaring with a sudden, toxic wave of possessiveness that made the air inside the sealed cabin turn entirely freezing. "...let me remind you of the reality you agreed to last night. You now have absolutely no way to back me down. You are my exclusive sex object and if you ever want to keep your grandfather safe and prevent your life from becoming an unmanageable hell, you will remember your place."

Jannah snapped her head away, staring rigidly out the side window as the upper districts began to blur into a gray, industrial landscape. She sat in absolute, suffocating silence, her fingers curling into tight fists against her knees, completely refusing to grant him the satisfaction of her words.

The silence inside the cabin stretched for miles, broken only by the hum of the high-speed tires against the concrete highway. As the vehicle descended the elevated ramps leading toward the lower borders, the pristine, glass-walled high-rises slowly vanished, replaced by the heavy smog, rusted corrugated roofs, and crumbling brick walls of the lower sector.

Dorrent glanced at the dilapidated buildings passing by, his face twisting into a look of pure disgust. "What exactly are you going to do in the slums anyway?" he asked suddenly, his voice dripping with forced boredom. "Look at this wretched place. It is completely stinking, filthy, and entirely boring. There is absolutely nothing here but disease and human waste."

"It is my home," Jannah argued fiercely, her voice cracking with raw emotion as she turned to glare at his arrogant profile. "It is the exact place where I was born, and it is incredibly special to me. Not everyone measures the value of a life by the number of corporate credits in a bank account, Dorrent. The people here have souls, unlike the monsters who live in your district."

"Souls?" Dorrent scoffed, his silver eyes narrowing into lethal slits as his white knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. He let out a cold, sharp breath, the temperature inside the car plummeting as his S-tier aura began to fluctuate with a sudden, jagged edge of irritation. "Don’t lecture me about sentimentality, Jannah. Let’s speak about the real reason you are so desperate to visit this gutter on a weekend. Were you going to see your crappy, pathetic boyfriend, Damian Boren?"

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