Vengeance in His Bed Chapter 64: I Can Feel Exactly How Horny You Are

The following day at the Gammar Tech corporate headquarters.

Dorrent sat at the head of the conference table, his broad shoulders squared in his tailored charcoal suit, but he could not concentrate on a single word being spoken. Around him, high-ranking executives and departnt heads were passionately presenting the quarterly logistical projections for the upper-district rail transport efficiency, but their voices sounded like they were drifting from beneath a deep pool of water. It was the Somnus Root. The potent, hidden countdown Jannah had secretly initiated within his system the day before was finally taking its full biological hold.

His eyelids grew impossibly heavy. A thick, inescapable lethargy wrapped around his S-tier neural network, completely draining his focus. In the middle of a crucial financial presentation, the formidable CEO’s head slowly nodded forward, his eyes closing entirely as he fell into a sudden, deep sleep right in front of his stunned subordinates.

The eting dissolved into hushed, alard whispers, and by the ti his personal assistant, Joel, managed to quietly guide his boss back into the privacy of the main executive office, Dorrent was barely conscious. He slumped into his desk chair, his head resting against his palm as he drifted right back into a heavy, uncharacteristic slumber at his desk.

Joel stepped into the office a short while later, holding an urgent stack of biotric contract approvals, only to find his usually unshakeable boss completely dead to the world.

"Sir? Alpha Grefo?" Joel called out softly, his brow furrowing with deep concern. He walked closer, tapping the edge of the desk. "If you are experiencing extre fatigue, I highly propose that you step into the private resting room behind your office. You can recover without interruption."

Dorrent forced his eyes open, the silver depths clouded with a thick, heavy glaze of exhaustion that made him look completely unrecognizable. "No," he rasped, his voice thick and slurred as he grabbed his coat from the rack with a trembling hand. "I am going ho. I cannot take it anymore with this workplace today. My system is entirely drained."

"Right away, Sir," Joel responded quickly, sensing the absolute gravity of his boss’s condition.

The assistant imdiately took the keys, guiding the staggering S-tier Alpha down to the private executive garage. Joel took the wheel of the luxury transport, driving Dorrent through the afternoon traffic back to the estate in absolute silence. The mont the car parked in the bay, Joel helped his barely conscious boss through the front doors before imdiately returning to the company to manage the fallout of the canceled executive etings.

Dorrent didn’t even bother heading to his own grand master suite. Driven by a raw, inexplicable biological pull that bypassed his fading logic, he dragged his shoes down the East Wing corridor, heading straight to the room next to his—to Jannah’s room.

He pushed the door open without a sound. He found her fast asleep on the bed, her slender body curled into the sheets. Without a single word, Dorrent slumped onto the mattress next to her, his fra instantly casting a shadow over her tiny form. He reached out, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist from behind, yanking her back against his broad chest.

Jannah startled violently, her eyes flying open in absolute panic as she felt the crushing weight of his muscular torso pinning her down. "What... Dorrent?!" she gasped, violently twisting her hips as she tried to free herself from his ironclad grip. "Let go of ! Get off!"

"Stop moving," Dorrent muttered darkly against the back of her neck, his voice trailing off into a deep, gravelly yawn as he held her completely firm against his fra. "I am incredibly sleepy... I just want to sleep right now. Be quiet."

Jannah clawed fruitlessly at his thick wrist, her heart hamring against her ribs. "Go to your own room! You have your own room next door, Alpha Grefo! You have absolutely no right to be in my bed!"

"I like it here," Dorrent mumbled, his grip tightening possessively around her waist as his breathing began to slow into a deep, rhythmic pattern. His palm rested against her stomach, his fingers casually trailing patterns against her skin as he drifted further into the subconscious realm. "I’ll rest now... then I will deal with you later."

As his breathing turned deep and steady, signaling he had fallen fast asleep, Jannah lay completely rigid in his embrace, her dark eyes wide as his parting words echoed ominously in her mind.

A cold wave of psychological panic washed over her. Deal with later? she thought frantically, her mind racing through a maze of terrifying possibilities. Does he know? Does this monster actually know that I am the sole culprit behind his sudden, unmanageable sleepiness? Has he figured out that I’ve been drugging him?

She started questioning her entire strategy, her thoughts turning dark and venomous. Right now, tucked securely inside the hidden lining of her satchel across the room, she possessed a highly concentrated, deadly botanical poison—a single drop of it was potent enough to permanently kill an S-tier Alpha within minutes. If she gave it to him right now, while he was completely helpless and asleep in her arms, he would die, and her parents’ deaths would finally be avenged.

She thought about it deeply, a desperate, frantic plan forming in her mind. Maybe she should take a small dose of the poison into her own mouth, apply the temporary antidote to her own throat beforehand, and then forcefully kiss Dorrent. She knew his weak, lustful character; she knew the sleeping beast wouldn’t avoid her kiss if she pressed her lips to his. She could feed the lethal fluid to him straight through the intimacy of a kiss, ensuring his absolute destruction.

But then, reality crashed back into her mind. If his private security detail or the high-district dical examiners conducted a forensic neural autopsy, she would inevitably be caught. She would be thrown into a maximum-security corporate jail for the rest of her life. And she wasn’t ready to leave her grandfather Duro alone in this cruel world. If she was locked away, who would take care of him? Who would protect the fragile old man from the wrath of the high-houses?

Jannah squeezed her eyes shut, forcefully deciding against the lethal move. No, she couldn’t risk her own freedom yet. She would stick to the long ga. She would continue using simple, untraceable herbs that would break Dorrent down slowly, piece by piece, exactly like the Somnus Root that was currently making him lose his absolute focus and sleep away his corporate empire.

Suddenly, Dorrent shifted in his sleep.

With a low, masculine grunt, his hand slid downward from her waist, his fingers moving directly between her thighs, settling right over her womanly junction. Jannah’s breath completely hitched in her throat. Because she had been resting during the day, she was only wearing a thin, completely transparent silk nightdress—so the raw pressure of his warm hand was resting almost directly on her bare vagina, separated only by a micro-layer of sheer fabric.

The heat radiating from his palm was imnse, scorching through her sensitive skin. To make matters worse, before she had fallen asleep, she had been privately watching an explicit pornographic video on her digital slate out of sheer, suppressed biological frustration—leaving her entire lower half hyper-sensitive, her anatomy already soft and pulsing with a hidden warmth.

The electric contact of his hand sent a sudden, violent jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her internal walls twitch traitorously. She stared down at his closed eyelids, her mind spinning as she wondered whether the sleeping man truly knew what he was doing, or if it was just a primitive, subconscious reaction to her oga scent. Driven by a sudden, irresistible wave of biological hunger, Jannah slowly, ticulously parted her thighs, moving his hand slightly deeper between her legs, desperate to absorb the throbbing warmth of his palm against her center.

But the exact millisecond her walls clamped around the side of his hand, Dorrent’s fingers twitched, his thumb casually rubbing against her hidden clitoris as a deep, rumbling voice vibrated right against her ear.

"I can feel exactly how horny you are for right now, little physician," Dorrent whispered lazily, his eyes remaining completely closed, his tone dripping with a terrifying, half-asleep satisfaction that made her blood turn to solid ice. "But you’re going to have to wait... I’ll take proper care of your pussy the exact mont I wake up."

Jannah froze entirely, her eyes widening in absolute horror as a freezing sweat broke out across her chest, her mind left wondering in sheer panic whether the monster was even sleeping at all.