Vengeance in His Bed

"There is no way in hell I am letting you do that!" Jannah gasped out, her hands shoving desperately against his iron chest to push his hips back. "You would rather help me dress up right now!"

Dorrent’s lips curved into a slow, wicked grin, his silver eyes flashing with dark satisfaction. "That is also not a bad idea, little physician. I will gladly do it."

He smoothly backed up just enough to let stand up on the floor, though he didn’t give her a single inch of personal space. Reaching out, Dorrent snatched the complex dress from the nightstand. Instead of rushing, he moved with agonizing slowness, unthreading the delicate back-strings with his fingers.

He undressed her slowly by pulling the dress over her face and threw it on the floor. His gaze lingered on her upper body with an intense gaze that made Jannah almost hide herself in the sheets.

"Hold still," Dorrent purred low, his voice a dark, velvety vibration.

He gathered the smooth, liquid-like fabric in his hands and carefully slid it over her head. The cool silk cascaded down her bare shoulders, but as her body entered the dress, Dorrent’s hands lingered ruthlessly against her bare skin. Under the pretense of smoothing the material down, his palms glided over her waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into the delicate arch of her back. Every touch was an agonizing form of slow torture, his skin dragging over her hypersensitive flesh until goosebumps erupted across her arms.

He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across her neck as his fingers slowly worked the complex side-zipper up her ribs. He deliberately let his knuckles brush the underside of her breast, making her breath catch in her throat. When he reached the non-existent back of the dress, Dorrent took his time intertwining the thin silk strings, his fingertips tracing the long line of her spine down to the small of her back, worshiping every inch of her pale skin with a possessive, agonizing worship that left her shivering uncontrollably.

"Done," Dorrent whispered right against her ear, his hands sliding around to rest firmly over her hip bones.

He pulled her back flat against his chest, holding her pinned as he looked over her shoulder into the full-length mirror across the bed.

"Tell me, little physician..." Dorrent purred, his silver eyes dark as he scanned her Reflection in the mirror, taking in the way the emerald silk molded ruthlessly to her slim waist and hips, "...are you doing okay down there? Or can’t you help yourself right now?"

Jannah’s core was throbbing, a hot slickness weeping into her underwear from his maddening touch, but she forced her jaw tight and glared at his reflection in the glass. "I am completely okay! Get your hands off me!"

Dorrent let out a quiet rumble of dark laughter. "If you say so..." He leaned down, brushing his lips against her burning cheek. "You look agonizingly gorgeous, Jannah."

The moment his grip loosened, Jannah scrambled out of his arms, her cheeks flushed crimson as she bolted straight into the adjoining washroom.

"Don’t just wipe your wetness away like that, baby!" Dorrent shouted mockingly from the bedroom, his loud baritone carrying easily through the door. "You should let me help you clean it up using my tongue!"

"Go to hell, Dorrent!" Jannah cursed loudly, slamming the bathroom door shut behind her with a heavy bang.

Inside the washroom, Jannah leaned against the sink, her chest heaving as she panted for air. Her lower body was burning, completely soaked from the sheer intensity of his touch and his explicit words. Cursing Dorrent’s name under her breath with every passing second, she snatched a clean cloth, thoroughly wiping away the thick moisture between her thighs, furious at her own body for betraying her so easily.

"I can smell your arousal all the way out here, little physician!" Dorrent’s voice echoed boisterously from the bedroom.

Jannah bit her lip, ignoring his shameless shouts as she grabbed a damp sponge, quickly cleaning herself up before straightening her dress.

When she finally pushed the bathroom door open and stepped back into the bedroom, Dorrent was sitting casually on the edge of the bed, his legs spread as his intense silver eyes scanned her body from head to toe.

"Why couldn’t you just let me fuck you if you were that wet?" Dorrent asked flatly, his dark gaze pinning her where she stood. "Why wipe yourself when you know damn well it isn’t going to help at all?"

Jannah pulled her chin up, smoothing her dress down with trembling hands. "I am perfectly okay! Are we leaving on this stupid date or not?!"

"Of course we are leaving," Dorrent said, standing up to his full, imposing height.

He walked over and guided her toward the bedroom door, placing his hand flat against the bare center of her back. The moment his palm made contact with her skin, an electric shock fired straight down her spine. Her skin was far too sensitive, and the intense heat radiating from his hand made her entire body flare with a sudden, dangerous warmth.

"Don’t touch me!" Jannah hissed, shifting her body aggressively to break his contact as she stepped out into the hallway.

Dorrent raised an eyebrow, following close behind her. "Why can’t I touch you? It’s just a simple hold, Jannah. It’s not like I’m grabbing your clit."

Jannah didn’t answer. She simply sped up her pace, walking rapidly down the staircase to put distance between them.

Dorrent watched her from behind, a dark, wicked smirk spreading across his face as he took slow, deliberate strides down the steps. "Take it slow, little physician," he called out smoothly. "You’ll trip. And besides... that sexy behind of yours is severely inviting me right now."

Jannah froze on the stairs, a wave of shock washing over her as she realized that in her rush to get away, her hips had been aggressively swaying back and forth under the tight silk dress. Her face burned like fire. She instantly stiffened her posture, walking down the remaining steps with a rigid, unnatural gait, keeping her hips completely still.

Before she could reach the main front doors, a dark shadow flashed past her vision. In a fraction of a second, Dorrent reached her without her consent, his frame blocking her path.

Before she could recoil, he leaned down into the soft crook of her neck, his hot lips brushing her skin as he whispered low and dangerously: "When we return from this date, baby... I will take proper care of those sexy hips."

Blood rushed straight to Jannah’s face, turning her ears crimson. "You insufferable pervert!" she cursed, shoving past him and pushing open the front doors into the cool night air.

Outside, a sports car sat idling in the driveway. Dorrent walked over to the driver’s side and climbed in. Jannah immediately headed for the rear door, reaching out her hand to pull it open.

"I am not about to be your private chauffeur, Jannah," Dorrent called out through the open window, his tone unyielding. "Get in the front seat with me."

Jannah crossed her arms, standing her ground firmly beside the back door. "If I’m not sitting in the back, I am not going anywhere with you!"

Dorrent let out a heavy sigh, pushing his door open and stepping out of the vehicle. "Why are you always so damn stubborn?" He walked over to her, a subtle, teasing smirk touching his lips. "But then again... I completely understand you. It’s just the pregnancy hormones talking."

"Fuck off with that pregnancy nonsense!" Jannah yelled.