Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: I’ll Make You Beg for My C*ck

Dorrent’s jaw clenched so hard a click echoed through his teeth, his silver eyes completely swamping with a violent crimson light. The sheer audacity of her endless resistance, even while she was entirely broken, sent a wave of possessive fury straight through his S-tier veins.

"You will obey me, Jannah!" Dorrent commanded, his deep voice dropping into a terrifyingly dark vibration. He leaned his upper body down until his shadow completely smothered her, his fingers digging into the mattress on either side of her head with bruising force. "You will listen to every single word that leaves my mouth under this roof, unless you don’t damn well want to get better and would prefer to rot in this bed forever!"

Jannah forced her dry, pale lips to twist into a mocking line of defiance, completely ignoring the agonizing flare of pain in her ribs as she stared right back into his savage eyes. "I would be very much at peace staying broken and paralyzed like this for the rest of my life, Dorrent," she wheezed out, her voice dripping with absolute venom. "At least if I am completely crippled, your disgusting, primitive dick won’t come looking for my body every single day. I would rather be dead than be your healthy toy."

"You naive, foolish gutter-rat," Dorrent hissed, a cynical snarl curling his handsome features as his winter-frost pheromones violently surged through the room, suffocating her senses. "Let me make the structural rules perfectly clear to you. The exact reason I have personally taken over the administrative part of taking care of your body—the reason I threw the nurses out—is so that I can ensure you heal a thousand times faster. I need you completely repaired so you can immediately return to serving my high-frequency sexual needs. My cock already misses your entrance terribly, Jannah. It’s been craving you since yesterday morning, and I refuse to wait a single unnecessary second."

Before she could even utter a single scream or twist her head away, Dorrent leaned down and captured her mouth in a crushing, completely unconsented kiss. He deepened the strike with an aggressive, shocking intensity, his tongue forcefully parting her pale lips to claim her sweetness while his hand gripped her chin to lock her head in place. Jannah violently jolted her torso, a muffled cry of horror and pain trapped in her throat as her bandaged ribs screamed from the sudden friction. The moment he felt her body entirely trembling beneath his weight, Dorrent pulled away, his silver eyes flaring with a dark, burning triumph.

He slid his muscular arms beneath her back and knees. Jannah clenched her teeth, staring up at the ceiling as she felt his temper rising to a volatile, dangerous threshold. She knew perfectly well that this monster had already stripped her bare, possessed her flesh, and seen every single intimate inch of her body during their previous encounters; she had absolutely nothing left to hide from him, and fighting his physical strength right now would only rupture her internal stitches. She forced her frame to go completely limp, letting him take her body as he pleased just to survive the morning.

But just as Jannah bitterly assumed he would only hold her waist and support her legs till they reached the washroom, Dorrent didn’t bother letting her feet touch the ground. With a single, effortless heave of his broad shoulders, he lifted her from the bed in a pristine, sweeping prince-style carry, bringing her fragile frame securely against his chest as he strode directly into the toilet facility.

The moment they crossed the threshold into the porcelain washroom, Jannah’s face flushed with a sudden, unbearable wave of modesty. "Get out," she pleaded through her teeth, her left hand pushing weakly against his hard collarbone. "Put me down and get the hell out of here right now. I will manage the rest on my own."

"No way in hell, little physician," Dorrent murmured, his voice echoing off the tiled walls with an absolute, terrifying authority.

He lowered her feet to the floor but kept his chest crowding her entirely against the structural wall. Without asking for her consent, Dorrent grabbed the hem of her loose clinical clothing and lifted it all the way up to her chest, exposing her pale, flat stomach and her vulnerable lower half entirely to his predatory gaze. Jannah let out a sharp gasp, her thighs instinctively crossing as she tried to twist away from his touch.

"Stay still," Dorrent growled. He reached down with his hands, clamping his fingers around her slim waist. Slowly, deliberately, he began lowering her panties, his fingers intentionally and repeatedly grazing against the soft sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

The biological manipulation worked instantly against her will; Jannah’s fragile omega body gave an involuntary, electric shudder from the friction, her core reacting to his touch with a sudden warmth that made her curse him inwardly with everything she had. She hated her own genetics for responding to a monster.

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