Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: I Might Just Have to Make You Fall

Jannah’s eyes widened in horror as she stared up at his jawline, her back pinning flat against the pillows. "Don’t you dare come any closer to me!" she hissed, her left hand coming up fruitlessly to press against his shoulder, her voice trembling with a toxic mix of disgust and rising panic. "I am warning you, Dorrent, I absolutely won’t take that tablet from your bleeding mouth! I bit your tongue—there is literally blood on your lips! It is completely repulsive, disgusting, and I will never let you force that into my body!"

Dorrent didn’t utter a single syllable of a warning. He merely looked down at her tightly locked lips, a wicked smirk curling the corners of his mouth. He knew the biological architecture of her omega frame better than she knew herself, and he knew exactly what he was best at: breaking her logical defenses by forcing her body to moan against her will.

Without a single drop of hesitation, his left hand shot beneath the blankets, bypassing her thighs and traveling directly to her now washed, dry, and sensitive womanly junction. His long fingers didn’t show an ounce of mercy; he precisely caught her outer lips, sliding his thumb upward to aggressively nab and pinch at the sensitive, throbbing node of her clit with a sudden, pressurized friction.

"Ahhh-hnn!"

Jannah instantly gasped out, her mouth flying wide open in a sudden, involuntary shockwave of stimulation as her core gave a wet throb beneath his palm, instantly betraying her words.

The exact millisecond her lips parted, Dorrent descended upon her like an apex predator. He brutally captured her mouth in a suffocating, and completely dominant kiss, his lips sealing over hers to cut off her airway. With a powerful thrust of his tongue, he expertly guided the crushed, bitter tablet from his own mouth straight into the deep cavities of her palate, ensuring every single grain of the medication entered her system. Jannah thrashed her head wildly from side to side, her left hand clawing at his chest as the intense bitterness of the formula washed over her tastebuds, but Dorrent’s iron hand clamped onto her jaw, tilting her head back at an agonizing angle that forced her throat to contract. Left with absolutely no oxygen and no escape, she was forced to swallow the entire mixture, the bitter fluid sliding down her throat.

Only after he felt the rhythmic gulp of her throat indicating she had swallowed it entirely did Dorrent slowly, deliberately pull his lips away from hers. He wiped a stray smear of crimson from his lower lip with the back of his hand, his silver eyes swamped with a dangerous, triumphant light.

"You are nothing but a sick monster!" Jannah screamed the moment her airway cleared, coughing as she rubbed her mouth with her left sleeve, tears of humiliation stinging her eyes. "You forced your blood into my mouth! You have absolutely no boundaries, no shame! You are repulsive!"

Dorrent let out a deep chuckle that carried the absolute weight of his arrogance. He didn’t remove his hand from her lower half; instead, his fingers intentionally rubbed the rising moisture between her thighs through her cotton nightgown. "Let let me correct your pathetic narrative, Jannah," he murmured, his deep voice a flat, freezing purr against her ear. "You are here calling my feeding method disgusting, while your own mouth has already performed far more graphic, disgusting things to my cock before. You have willingly given me mouth, you have taken my entire length down your throat, and you have even swallowed my cum without missing a single drop. Don’t play the saint with me now."

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