Vengeance in His Bed

"Don’t most of you change the second a woman’s body changes because of age and childbirth?!" Jannah’s voice cracked, thick with an overwhelming bitterness that rose straight from the rawest depths of her heart. Tears overflowed, cascading down her burning cheeks in silent, heavy streams. "When a woman’s vagina stretches and tears when she brings a child into the world—when her boobs sag—don’t you grow completely disgusted by that?!"

Dorrent didn’t speak. His eyes remained pinned on her, catching every drop of anguish pouring out of her soul.

"You shouldn’t even dream about impregnating me!" Jannah sobbed, her hands gripping her own lap in tight, trembling fists. "Not when this whole twisted relationship is built purely on bodily desires! You won’t desire me anymore the moment my body changes, Dorrent! When my firm boobs drop and rest flat against my ribs, and you can’t even enjoy looking at them anymore—when my pussy, as people like you always say, can no longer hold your steel rod firmly... there will be nothing left in this for you! Bringing a family and kids into this mess will only make you detest it even more!"

Before the last bitter word could fully leave her trembling lips, Dorrent leaned forward with ruthless speed. His large hand cupped the back of her head, locking her in place, and his lips crushed down onto hers in a fierce, overwhelming kiss.

He didn’t just touch her lips; he claimed her whole mouth with possessive, brutal intensity, his lips moving against hers in a deep, hot sweep that traveled all the way up, brushing against the tip of her delicate nose. He drank in her soft, broken gasps, completely silencing her terrified tirade with the sheer, smothering weight of his presence.

When he finally pulled back, his hot, heavy breath fanned directly across her wet cheeks. His silver eyes burned with an unshakeable, ferocious dark intensity that rendered her completely speechless.

"No matter what absurd nonsense spills out of your little mouth, Jannah..." Dorrent rasped out, his baritone a low, vibrating growl, "...I am never going to stop the thoughts of having kids and starting a family with you. Ever."

Jannah’s breath hitched, her heart pounding against her ribs as she stared into his terrifying certainty.

Dorrent slowly lowered his hand, resting his palm over her flat, smooth stomach. He stroked the sensitive skin beneath the silk dress in a warm, deliberate circle, his touch sending a sharp tremor straight through her core.

"And as for your body changing..." Dorrent purred low, a subtle, possessive smirk touching the corner of his lips, "...it certainly will change. Because I fully plan on making you have a lot of babies for me."

Jannah gasped, her sorrow momentarily short-circuiting into raw outrage. "Curse you!" she spat, her dark eyes flashing through her tears. "You can carry those damn babies yourself, you insufferable monster!"

Dorrent let out a deep rumble of dark, amused laughter, his large hand remaining firmly planted on her abdomen. "Why wouldn’t we have many kids, little physician? When I have an astronomical amount of wealth that my sweet, stubborn wife could never possibly spend on her own?"

"In your dreams!" Jannah threw back, her breath shaking as her body fought against the overwhelming heat radiating from his broad palm.

Instead of arguing, Dorrent smoothly slid his hand down from her stomach. He glided his long fingers slowly between her thighs, resting his hand lightly against her hot, delicate center right on top of the dress.

Jannah froze entirely. Her eyes widened, her entire body locking up as the sheer, pressurized weight of his hand rested directly over her sensitive core.

"You don’t ever need to worry about that sweet place tearing a little bit just to bring my children into the world," Dorrent delivered softly, his voice dropping into a thick, explicit, and dark register. "It still won’t change the fact that you taste completely delicious to me. And besides... I have a thick, long enough cock that will still stretch you out well enough regardless. Stop exaggerating it, baby. It doesn’t change that badly."

Jannah’s face burned like a roaring furnace. Her breath hitched, a traitorous wave of heat pooling between her legs right beneath his palm as his explicit words shattered her composure. She wanted to push his hand away, but the sheer, grounding dominance of his touch held her utterly paralyzed.

Dorrent’s gaze slowly shifted upward, his silver eyes locking onto her full, bra-less chest outlined beneath the thin silk.

"And as for these..." Dorrent murmured, his free hand rising to gently cup the underside of her breast, lifting its heavy, firm weight slightly, "...you know damn well that not every woman’s body gets ruined when they give birth. Your boobs might very well stay just as firm and perfect while you breastfeed."

Jannah swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she tried to maintain her stubborn front. "How on earth would that even be possible with your absurd ’a thousand kids’ plan, Dorrent?!"

"Even if they soften..." Dorrent reasoned, his thumb lightly stroking the sensitive peak through the dress, making her nipple harden instantly under his touch, "...I won’t mind a single bit how they look after you breastfeed my heirs. I will still explore every inch of them on a daily basis. Unless, of course... you don’t want to breastfeed at all and choose to get a medical injection to dry up your milk."

He paused, his brows narrowing into a strict, unyielding line. "Though I strongly advocate against that. A mother’s natural milk is vital for a baby’s health. I will never have you feeding my children bought, synthetic formula."

Jannah stared at him in complete, stunned silence.

Looking at his sharp, dead-serious face, seeing the uncompromising, deeply protective focus in his silver eyes, a strange, terrifying realization washed over her. He wasn’t just talking dirty or making empty promises—he genuinely meant every single word. He was utterly devoted, possessing the raw, protective instincts of a man who would make an extraordinarily protective father.