Vengeance in His Bed

Dorrent slowly released his grip on her, pulling his hands back to the steering wheel and shifting the sports car back into drive. As the vehicle smoothly accelerated down the quiet, dimly lit road, the charged air between them gradually cooled into a heavy, quiet stillness.

Jannah leaned her head against the cool glass of the passenger window, her heart still hammering wildly against her ribs. She tried desperately to focus on the passing streetlights, but her eyes kept betraying her. Against her own will, her gaze flicked sideways, landing squarely on his exposed arms resting casually over the wheel.

The entire sculpting of his upper body was on full display. The sharp flexing of his triceps, the broad swell of his shoulders, and the prominent, vascular veins running down his thick forearms were mesmerizing. He looked undeniably powerful, possessing a rugged, athletic perfection she had never truly paused to observe in broad daylight.

Dorrent caught the subtle movement of her eyes instantly. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips as he kept his eyes on the road. "Do you have a question, little physician?"

Jannah flinched slightly, caught off guard, but she quickly forced her face into an unbothered expression. "Do you... go to the gym or something?" she muttered, trying to sound purely indifferent. "Your body is absurdly fit."

Dorrent’s smile widened, a quiet, teasing glint sparking in his eyes. "Do you like it?"

Jannah scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Can’t you just answer a simple question for once without being an arrogant narcissist?"

"I visit the gym sometimes," Dorrent answered smoothly, his baritone a relaxed rumble. "Maybe twice a week when my schedule permits. But since you clearly like this look so much... I suppose I can start making time to go every single day."

"I don’t like it!" Jannah shot back defensively, her cheeks warming up. "I was simply curious, okay? Don’t flatter yourself."

"You never admit anything, Jannah," Dorrent noted, leaning back slightly into the leather seat. "You can always tell me whatever you think. There is absolutely no need to be shy around me."

Jannah frowned, turning her head to glare at him. "What is that even supposed to mean?"

"Like how I make you feel during sex, for instance," Dorrent delivered casually, as if he were discussing a balance sheet. "Whether you truly enjoy it or not... or whether there are areas where I should improve my performance for you."

Jannah’s jaw literally dropped. She stared at him in utter disbelief, her entire face bursting into a bright, agonizing shade of red. "There is absolutely nothing to talk about!" she hissed, her voice cracking. "Are you insane?!"

"Sex is a crucial, fundamental part of a healthy relationship, baby," Dorrent countered smoothly, completely unfazed by her outburst. "Talking about it openly will help us a lot. It allows us to communicate and improve. So tell me... What do you think?"

He paused, a dark, wicked glint flashing in his silver eyes as he added, "For example... I personally love every single thing about you during that moment. But if I had to give a note on improvement... I would like you to improve on how much you curse at me in the middle of it. And also... something about spreading your legs wider for me. You should definitely improve on that, to always give me greater, unobstructed access to you."

Jannah felt as though her brain were short-circuiting. "Can you just STOP already?!" she yelled, frantically covering her face with both hands to hide her burning cheeks.

"There is nothing to be shy about," Dorrent purred, his voice dropping into an encouraging, velvety purr. "Come on. Tell me what I need to improve on."

Jannah bit her inner cheek hard, her mind frantically racing. A sudden, embarrassing thought surfaced in her head—a lingering sensation from the countless times he had held her pinned beneath his heavy body. She opened her mouth to speak, but the scandal of the thought made her freeze, locking her tongue completely.

Dorrent flicked a glance at her, his lips curving into a quiet, insistent smirk. "Say it, Jannah. Tell me."

Jannah cleared her thick throat, hiding behind her fluttering lashes as she forced herself to speak in a tiny, flustered murmur. "It’s... it’s not like I’m some kind of slut, okay?! You’re the one who forced me to say it..."

She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat as she finally admitted it: "You... you shouldn’t be holding yourself back so much when you’re inside me."

Dorrent’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a slow, profoundly satisfied smile spread across his sharp jawline. "Does my little physician like it when I hit her cervix?"

Jannah locked her jaw, completely refusing to answer. The sheer intimacy of the conversation was making her intensely uncomfortable, her lower belly twisting with a sudden, humiliating wave of heat. She had noticed how breathtakingly good it felt whenever he stopped holding back his massive size and drove himself to his absolute limit inside her, but admitting it aloud was sheer torment. She turned her head to face the window, desperate to hide her fiery, blushing face from his sight.

Recognizing her intense embarrassment, Dorrent smoothly pulled the sports car onto the dark shoulder of the road, putting the vehicle in park.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his broad torso completely toward her. "Look at me when you speak, Jannah," he ordered softly.

Jannah kept her head firmly turned toward the window, stubbornly ignoring him.

Dorrent reached out, his hand cupping the side of her neck and gently yet unyieldingly pulling her around until she was forced to look directly into his striking silver eyes. His thumb stroked the soft skin beneath her jawline, his gaze filled with a quiet, surprisingly understanding warmth.

"Expressing your desires does not make you a slut, Jannah," Dorrent said firmly, his baritone grounded and calm. "It is completely normal. The only reason I hold myself back sometimes is because I genuinely thought it was uncomfortable for you. Back when we first started... when I didn’t hold back... you used to flinch in pain. I became considerate because I never want to see you in pain."

Jannah’s heart gave a heavy, traitorous throb. She looked down at his muscular chest, her voice trembling. "Can we... can we please just stop this conversation?"

"We need to clarify it," Dorrent insisted softly. "Since it seems your sweet body has grown completely used to my size and it no longer causes you discomfort... you should just tell me. Ask me to go deeper. Because truth be told... I also like going as deep as possible inside you."

Jannah looked up, catching the subtle, victorious smirk playing at the corners of his lips. A sudden spike of defensive shame surged through her veins, making her feel wildly mocked.

"Do you see me as some greedy, slutty woman now?!" Jannah choked out bitterly, tears of embarrassment pricking her dark eyes. "You’re literally sitting there making fun of me!"

"I am not making fun of you at all," Dorrent corrected instantly, his tone laced with sincerity as his hand slid down to rest over her collarbone. "I simply adore this version of you. The version that craves more dick from her husband."

"I am NOT your wife!" Jannah yelled, her voice shaking.

"Which body part do you like most being touched when I am pleasuring you?" Dorrent asked suddenly, completely ignoring her outburst as his eyes pinned her in place.

Jannah gasped, shaking her head frantically. "Not again! I am not answering that!"

"You must answer," Dorrent delivered flatly, his grip on her neck holding her secure. "Or I won’t let us leave this spot."

Jannah pressed her lips together into a thin, tight line, shutting her eyes to escape his overwhelming gaze.

Dorrent let out a quiet, rumbled sigh. "Fine. If you refuse to say it, then I will begin with myself. I personally like it most when your tiny hands rest against my abdomen while I am inside you. The feeling of your small fingers digging into my skin while I thrust makes me go completely crazy with pleasure."

Jannah’s breath hitched. Hearing him describe his raw, primal reactions to her touch sent a wild, intoxicating electric current straight down her spine.

"Now..." Dorrent purred low, his eyes darkening as his free hand began to slowly slide down her body, "...if you aren’t going to tell me yours... I suppose I will just have to let my touch find out for me."

His fingers rose, gently caressing her full, trembling lower lip before gliding down the sensitive line of her throat. His palm rested briefly over her delicate collarbone, his warm skin sending shivers straight through her chest.

"Stop!" Jannah gasped out, her hands coming up to grab his wrist as his hand prepared to descend further. "It’s not like you don’t already know!"

Dorrent paused, his eyes locking onto hers with an intense, hypnotic focus. "I want to hear you say it, baby. So that next time... I can work on that exact spot even harder for you."

Jannah’s body tensed completely. She felt his hand slowly sliding past her ribcage, descending over her stomach toward her lap. Desperate to stop his agonizing progress, she tightened her grip on his wrist and practically squeaked out the word:

"The... the clit! Bastard!" Jannah choked out, her face burning so hot she thought she might pass out.

She frantically tried to turn her face away in absolute humiliation, but Dorrent caught her jaw just in time.

"Good girl," Dorrent purred softly, a look of profound pride washing over his handsome features.

He leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep, agonizingly thorough kiss. His tongue swept into her warmth, tasting her sweet hesitation and drinking in her soft, breathy gasps until her mind was spun into a completely breathless, senseless haze.

Just as he slowly pulled his lips back, letting her pant for air against his chest—

SCREECH!

The sharp, deafening sound of burning rubber shattered the quiet night air.

Before Dorrent could even react, four heavy black cars roared out of the darkness, swerving violently across the road and slamming onto their brakes. They completely boxed the sports car in—blocking the front, the rear, and both sides with terrifying precision.

Dorrent’s eyes snapped toward the windshield, his entire aura shifting from smooth, seductive warmth to a lethal, pitch-black Alpha hostility in less than a second.

"Fuck!" Dorrent growled out, a deadly, menacing curse ripping from his chest as his hand instantly reached beneath his seat.