Vengeance in His Bed

Before she could react, Dorrent reached out, effortlessly scooping her up into his arms like a feather. He carried her around to the passenger side, placed her firmly into the front seat, shut the door, and locked it electronically before she could even reach for the handle.

He smoothly climbed back into the driver’s seat, pulling the sports car out of the driveway and onto the main estate road.

Dorrent glanced sideways at her, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "You know... you’ve definitely added some weight, Jannah."

Jannah’s head snapped toward him, her dark eyes flashing with pure annoyance. "You are completely delusional! I still weigh the exact same!"

"When was the last time you actually weighed yourself, little physician?" Dorrent asked smoothly.

Jannah clamped her mouth shut, turning her head away to glare out the window as the city lights blurred past in the dark. Silence stretched inside the luxurious cabin for several long minutes before Jannah’s anxious thoughts got the better of her.

"Where the hell are you taking me in the middle of the night anyway?" Jannah muttered, her voice laced with suspicion. "I hope it’s not some creepy, abandoned place."

"You’ll see when we get there," Dorrent replied calmly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Jannah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers lightly gripping the edge of the dress. A sudden thought crossed her mind, casting a shadow over her face. She looked at his sharp side profile, her tone dropping into a quiet, hesitant register.

"Aren’t you... aren’t you afraid that the people hunting for me will ambush us out here? Won’t they try to harm you?"

Dorrent’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. A deep, quiet wave of warmth washed through his chest. He felt the true meaning hidden beneath her prickly words—she was genuinely worried about his safety.

Dorrent slowed the car down slightly, flicking his eyes over to her flustered face. "I really like you, Jannah," Dorrent delivered softly, his deep voice carrying a profound, absolute weight. "I didn’t just say that earlier to make you lose control. I truly, deeply like you."

Jannah froze. Heat rushed straight to her face, her heart doing a frantic, chaotic dance against her ribs. She quickly looked down at her lap, keeping completely quiet as her cheeks burned.

Dorrent noticed her extreme hesitation, a subtle, arrogant smile touching his lips. "What about you, little physician? Do you feel a single thing for me?"

"No!" Jannah said loudly and immediately, her voice trembling as she kept her gaze pinned on her hands. "Not at all! Never!"

Dorrent chuckled low in his throat. "Okay. A woman’s ’no’ usually means ’yes’ most of the time anyway."

"I am not just ’a woman’!" Jannah snapped back fiercely, her pride flaring up. "I am Jannah Nenth!"

"You are indeed," Dorrent purred, his silver eyes dark and fond. "You are the very first stubborn woman I have ever been with in my entire life, and I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden wave of dark, bitterness exploded inside Jannah’s mind.

"And you WHAT?!" Jannah cut in bitterly, her voice cracking with a sharp, emotional edge as she glared at him. "You hate me?! You wish I wasn’t the only woman who can get your cock hard?!"

Dorrent’s eyebrows shot up in complete surprise. He immediately pulled the sports car over to the side of the dark road, stepping on the brakes and bringing the vehicle to a complete stop.

He turned in his seat, reaching out and pulling her by the shoulders until her upper body was close to his chest. "Why the hell are you so insecure, Jannah?" Dorrent asked, his brow furrowing as he looked down into her stormy dark eyes. "That isn’t what I was going to say at all."

"Then what were you going to say?!" Jannah demanded, her chest heaving under the dress as tears unexpectedly pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"Why do you always harbor such negative thoughts about me?" Dorrent asked back softly, his thumb gently reaching out to stroke her burning cheek. "Do you honestly think you aren’t enough for me?"

The harsh question hit her right where it hurt most.

Deep down, Jannah was so terrified, so profoundly insecure that it was eating her alive. A silent, agonizing fear had been festering in her heart ever since he forced her into his world. She was terrified that after they got officially married—if his impotence ever got cured—he would eventually get completely tired of her. With his breathtaking looks, his astronomical wealth, and his supreme S-tier status, he could easily have any elite, flawless woman in the entire world. What if he simply discarded her like trash once he no longer needed her? What if her body changed after giving him children, leaving her ruined while he moved on to someone else?

The raw, heartbreaking truth poured straight out of her lips before she could stop it.

"What if..." Jannah sobbed softly, a hot tear finally spilling over her lashes and rolling down her cheek, "...what if after we get married, you get completely cured of your impotence?! What if you get tired of me and throw me away for another beautiful, refined woman?! A woman who won’t be completely out of shape because of a baby bump from giving you children?!"

Dorrent froze.

Looking down at her trembling, tear-stained face, he understood everything in an instant. The sharp, rebellious, and fiercely stubborn girl in his arms wasn’t just throwing a tantrum—she was genuinely terrified of losing him, completely overwhelmed by her own deep-seated insecurity and her budding love for him.

A wave of intense tenderness washed over Dorrent’s heart. He leaned in, capturing her soft, trembling lips in a deep, extraordinarily gentle kiss, drinking in the sweet, salty taste of her tear before slowly pulling back.

"You don’t ever need to worry about that, little physician," Dorrent whispered, his silver eyes burning with an unshakeable, absolute devotion. "I will never, ever have another woman. There is no woman more beautiful or more captivating to me than you."

"What about when I give birth?!" Jannah cried out softly, her dark eyes wet and heartbreakingly vulnerable as she looked up at him. "Won’t I be completely out of shape and undesirable to you?! Won’t my breasts be saggy and ruined?! You won’t desire me anymore!"

Dorrent stared down at the weeping, innocent girl clutching his shirt, his chest tightening as he saw her truly crying over the thought of losing his desire.

"Are you really that worried about how I will view your body, my sweet little physician?" Dorrent purred softly, his voice dropping into a velvety, infinitely protective rasp.