Vengeance in His Bed

"You shouldn’t be so ridiculously shy about your fiancé dressing you up, little physician," Dorrent purred low, his voice carrying a quiet, mocking amusement as he stared down at her flushed face. "Have I not already seen and thoroughly explored every single part of your body?"

Jannah yanked the blanket higher, her eyes flashing with immediate heat as she glared up at his broad, muscular frame. "I am NOT shy!" she spat back, her voice trembling with indignant rage. "I just don’t want to end up with my legs spread wide open for you again! Not with how sickeningly manipulative you get with those damn S-tier pheromones of yours!"

Dorrent let out a quiet rumble of laughter, his eyes dark and gleaming as he took a deliberate step closer to the edge of the mattress. "You don’t have to worry about that. I’ve already made it crystal clear that I won’t do anything silly today. Besides... we are running out of time to reach our destination."

He smoothly crouched down beside the bed, his shoulders flexing beneath the tank top as he reached out a hand. "I can start by helping you put on the shoes."

"I can put on my own shoes!" Jannah snapped, instantly pulling her feet back toward her hips.

"I am more than willing to help," Dorrent countered smoothly.

Before she could scramble further away, Dorrent reached forward with lightning speed, grabbing both of her ankles in a firm, unbreakable grip. He pulled her legs forward until her knees slid off the edge of the mattress, forcing her close to his chest. He took the delicate shoes from the velvet box, then unceremoniously sat himself down right on the edge of her bed, lifting her long, bare legs and placing them squarely across his thighs.

Because Jannah was wearing nothing more than an oversized, loose shirt dress, the sudden movement caused the hem of the fabric to slide high up her legs, exposing her pale, creamy skin all the way up to her mid-thighs.

Instead of immediately sliding the flats onto her small feet, Dorrent’s hands slid over her toes, his fingers squeezing and kneading them in a slow, surprisingly deep massage.

Jannah’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as a sudden shiver shot up her spine. "What the hell are you doing now?!" she demanded, her hands coming up to press against the mattress behind her.

"I am simply trying to help you relax," Dorrent murmured, his thumb applying a pressurized, rhythmic circle over the arch of her foot. "So your wild little mind doesn’t keep wandering off to what I might do to you the second you lose control."

"You complete bastard!" Jannah cursed, her face burning like fire as she tried to jerk her legs out of his grasp.

Dorrent didn’t budge an inch. His iron grip held her ankles firmly in place on his lap, his eyes slowly trailing up from her small toes, tracing the smooth line of her calves, over her knees, and lingering heavily along the inner expanse of her pale thighs. His gaze was so intense, so heavily charged with raw male possessiveness, that it felt as though his eyes were physically undressing her right then and there.

"I always heard a rumor," Dorrent purred low as his eyes remained fixed on her inner thighs, "...that girls with small feet have the tiniest, tightest little pussies. And after experiencing you, little physician... I can personally testify to that truth. Your feet look remarkably beautiful."

Jannah swallowed hard, her pulse hammering wildly against her ribs. The explicit nature of his words and the scorching heat of his gaze made her core twitch involuntarily beneath her underwear, sending an embarrassing wave of warmth straight through her belly. She despised how effortlessly his words could affect her body.

Dorrent’s gaze slowly flicked back up to her flushed face, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Aren’t you feeling a bit sore after what we did earlier? Wouldn’t you like me to massage your legs properly?"

"Get out of here if you’re just trying to get me wet!" Jannah yelled in a panic, using all the strength in her upper body to yank her legs back from his lap once again.

However, because Dorrent held her ankles locked tight against his waist, the force of her pulling back backfired entirely. Instead of freeing her legs, the sudden resistance yanked her upper body forward across the mattress, sending her sliding straight toward his chest.

She slammed into his chest, her face ending up mere inches from his sharp jawline.

Because she was completely untethered inside the loose shirt dress—and was wearing no bra whatsoever—the sudden, abrupt impact caused her firm, full breasts to bounce heavily beneath the thin cotton fabric.

Dorrent’s sharp silver eyes caught the sudden, heavy bounce instantly. His gaze dropped like a predator locking onto its prey, pinning her bare chest through the light shirt where two distinct, hardened peaks were clearly outlined against the cloth.

A dark, dangerous glint flared deep within his silver irises. "Well, well..." Dorrent growled low, his breath fanning across her lips. "Now look at you. It seems you want me to completely forget about our date and do filthy, dirty things to you right here on this bed. I would love nothing more than to take those gorgeous nipples into my mouth and suck on them until you can’t even breathe."

Jannah suddenly realized her utter lack of support beneath the dress. Panic surged through her veins, and she instantly threw her arms over her chest, trying desperately to cover her breasts from his scorching gaze.

"You perverted monster!" Jannah shrieked, her cheeks bursting into a deep, agonizing shade of crimson.

Dorrent let out a deep rumble, his hand sliding up her inner thigh to rest heavily over her hip, his thumb lightly caressing her waist. "I truly can’t help myself, Jannah. Not when they look so unbelievably full and delicious."

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he critically inspected the outline of her chest beneath her arms. "In fact... I’ve noticed something over these past few days, little physician. It seems like your breasts have grown a little bit bigger, heavier... and remarkably sensitive to my touch. So much so that you almost undergo a complete orgasm simply from me sucking on them alone."

Jannah blinked, her brow furrowing in indignation as she glared up at him. "What the hell are you talking about?! My breasts have always been this exact size!"

"Mmm, no," Dorrent countered smoothly, his tone carrying an unshakeable, calm authority. "They are definitely fuller. It must be because of the pregnancy."

"Fuck off, Dorrent!" Jannah yelled at the top of her lungs, her heart doing a terrifying, chaotic flip in her chest. "There is no such thing as a pregnancy! Stop saying that ridiculous nonsense!"

"We will only know for certain after a proper medical diagnosis," Dorrent delivered flatly, his thumb continuing to trace smooth circles on her hip bone.

He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto her dark, furious irises with a sudden, shockingly shameless curiosity. "Tell me... when our baby finally arrives, Jannah... I hope you won’t be selfish with those sweet breasts and feed them exclusively to the child. I would also love to drink your milk."

Jannah’s jaw literally dropped. She stared at him in absolute shock, wondering if her ears were deceiving her. "Are you complete trash?!" she shrieked, her face burning so hot it felt on fire. "Who on earth even thinks the way your twisted mind does?!"

She shoved hard against his shoulders, her dark eyes flashing with pure disgust. "If I ever get pregnant and have a baby, my breasts will be strictly forbidden from you! Don’t you dare even think about it, you sick Alpha!"

Dorrent’s jaw twitched slightly, a mock look of deep offense crossing his handsome features. "That is extraordinarily unfair to me, little physician. You know how much I love them."

"Aren’t you even ashamed of yourself?!" Jannah yelled back, her chest heaving as her breasts pressed against her own arms. "A massive, grown-ass man like you competing with a newborn baby for breast milk?! You will literally starve the poor baby to death! And besides... all this stupid talk about babies is entirely irrelevant! I am NOT pregnant! You are completely dreaming!"

A dark, wicked glint sparked in Dorrent’s silver eyes. Without a word of warning, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his broad torso, crushing her bra-less breasts flat against his hard chest.

"AH!" Jannah gasped, her heart leaping into her throat at the sudden, searing contact of her sensitive nipples pressing directly against him.

"Then we can do a quick experiment right now to settle it," Dorrent purred darkly into her ear, his deep voice carrying a dangerous warmth. "You should let me try to stimulate them properly."

Jannah’s breath hitched, her body shivering at his close proximity. "How... how the hell would you stimulate them?!" she demanded defensively.

"By sucking on them, of course," Dorrent answered casually, as if discussing the weather. "We can see if you can really produce any milk for me right now."

"NO WAY IN HELL!" Jannah screamed, her cheeks boiling as she tried to wriggle out of his tight hold. "Your sick, perverted thoughts are completely taking over your brain!"

"I am merely conducting a scientific experiment, little physician," Dorrent argued smoothly, his expression looking completely innocent while his hands held her hips locked against him. "Nothing more. You are clearly the one with the filthy, dirty mind here."

Jannah scoffed bitterly, her dark eyes glaring into his silver ones. "How on earth is sucking on my breasts NOT perverted, Dorrent?!"

"Do doctors not touch a woman’s most intimate places during delivery?" Dorrent reasoned effortlessly, raising an eyebrow at her.

"That is completely different!" Jannah yelled, her voice cracking with flustered frustration. "Your logic is absolute trash!"

"You are the sole cause of my reasoning turning out this way, Jannah," Dorrent whispered low, his voice dropping into a rough, intoxicating rasp as he leaned down, his lips brushing the side of her neck. "You drive me completely insane. Won’t you just let me do it? Let me be the very first person to taste your milk... Nothing more will happen, I promise."

Jannah tilted her head back, looking up into his intensely focused face through her fluttering lashes. She felt her core weeping a tiny drop of moisture, her nipples hardening into painful, sensitive points against his chest.

"Of course you know it won’t stop at just that, Dorrent," Jannah said bitterly, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. "You never stop."

Dorrent’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous, and triumphant smirk.

He suddenly shifted his hips forward, thrusting his groin hard into hers. Through her thin dress and underwear, the rock-hard column of his semi-erect shaft slammed directly into her weeping center with a heavy, pressurized force.

"You don’t have to worry at all, baby..." Dorrent purred explicitly right against her mouth, his hot breath fanning over her lips as his hips held her pinned against his steel frame, "...I’ve got a very helpful tool right here to make sure you enjoy every single second of it."