Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Open Your Mouth Right Now

Jannah ignored his arrogant demand. Her mind was a chaotic, spinning vortex of biological desperation, her core throbbing so intensely that the empty ache inside her entrance felt like a physical wound. She couldn’t let this monster win. She couldn’t let him look down at her with that smug triumph while she begged for his fingers like a broken slave.

Fighting through the agonizing flares of pain in her ribs, Jannah brought her left hand down between her thighs. Her fingers were trembling, slick with her own concentrated omega moisture, and she desperately began to rub her own swollen clit in a frantic attempt to force herself over the edge and escape this torturous suspension on her own terms.

"I don’t think so, little physician," Dorrent growled, his reaction instantaneous. His hand shot forward like a striking viper, his fingers brutally wrapping around her left wrist. With a single, effortless jerk of his arm muscles, he pinned her hand flat against the tiled wall above her head, completely terminating her self-pleasure. He leaned his towering chest plates directly into her torso, his eyes flaring with a dangerous crimson light. "Let me make the rules perfectly clear to you. I am the one who controls your pleasure. If you want that aching little core to break, you are going to look me in the eyes and beg me for it."

"Let go of me! Let me go, you disgusting, perverted beast!" Jannah shrieked, her voice cracking as tears of rage and physical frustration finally spilled past her eyelashes. Her entrance was actively begging for inversion, the internal muscles violently pulsing and weeping for a penetration that wasn’t coming. The torment was too much to bear. In a desperate, wild bid to create any semblance of friction to shatter the building tension, Jannah clamped her thighs together, trying to squeeze her outer lips against each other to grind herself to a climax.

But Dorrent was completely relentless. With a cynical snarl curling his handsome lips, he wedged his knee between her legs, forcing her thighs apart and locking them wide open against the cold marble lip of the tub. He held her completely exposed, torturing her biology by withholding the very touch her evolutionary genetics were screaming for.

Jannah looked up at his arrogant, mocking face through her messy, sweat-soaked hair. Fierce madness flared behind her dark eyes as her mind anchored onto the radical emergency protocol her grandfather had beaten into her memory. She couldn’t fight his brute physical leverage, but she still owned her own consciousness.

"You think you’re so clever, Dorrent..." Jannah wheezed out, her breathing ragged and shallow as she bared her teeth in a mask of defiance. "You think you can completely control me? You are wrong."

She braced herself, preparing to roll her tongue backward to bite down on that highly specific, hyper-sensitive neuro-vascular pressure point hidden beneath the deep lateral tissue of her upper palate—the exact same method she had used to force her own brain stem to short-circuit and faint during their past encounter on the same bed.

But Dorrent was a lethal predator who never made the same mistake twice. The exact millisecond he saw the calculated, desperate shift in her jawline and remembered the phantom trauma of her body going cold and dead beneath his frame before, his silver eyes swamped with an absolute, terrifying fury.

"Not this time, gutter-rat!" Dorrent roared.

Before her teeth could even graze the lateral tissue, Dorrent slammed his hand against her jaw, forcing her mouth open as he crashed his lips down onto hers in a furious, invading, and completely unconsented kiss. He didn’t just capture her mouth; he brutally forced his tongue past her teeth, fighting within the deep cavities of her mouth to physically block her tongue from rolling backward, completely dismantling her ability to bite the pressure point.

Jannah’s eyes widened in absolute horror. She violently thrashed her torso, her left hand clawing at the iron grip on her wrist, her legs kicking uselessly against his heavy thighs as she struggled with everything she had to break free from the suffocating cage of his mouth. But Dorrent was a massive, immovable fortress. He deepened the strike with a savage, shocking intensity, his winter-frost pheromones flooding straight down her throat, choking out her logical capacity. Driven by a toxic wave of possessive pride, his massive, rigid manhood—still trapped inside his trousers—was brought forward, rubbing with a heavy, agonizingly hard friction directly against her weeping, unprotected entrance through the rough fabric of his clothes.

"Mmmph!" A muffled, agonizing whimper of physical pain was trapped in Jannah’s throat. As Dorrent lost himself in the absolute, volatile thrill of controlling her rebellion, his massive upper body weight shifted forward, heavily crushing her right side. Her fractured, bandaged ribs screamed from the sudden friction, and the plaster on her right arm was compressed brutally against the marble wall. He had completely forgotten she was a patient; he was entirely consumed by his primal need to conquer her defiance.

Jannah tried to push, tried to jolt her frame to warn him that her internal stitches were pulling, but he wasn’t budging an inch. He kept rubbing his rigid length against her slick center, his face smothering hers as he completely made her lose her breath. Left with absolutely no other weapon, Jannah clamped her teeth down onto his invading tongue, biting him with a desperate, crushing force.

"Fuck!" Dorrent barked, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his lips as he pulled his head back, tasting a drop of his own blood. He reared his torso back, his fists clenching as a dark, venomous curse slid through his teeth.

But the moment he prepared to roar at her for the strike, his eyes locked onto her face, and his voice died completely in his throat.

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