Vengeance in His Bed Chapter 91: I Might Just Have to Make You Fall

Jannah’s eyes widened in horror as she stared up at his jawline, her back pinning flat against the pillows. "Don’t you dare co any closer to !" she hissed, her left hand coming up fruitlessly to press against his shoulder, her voice trembling with a toxic mix of disgust and rising panic. "I am warning you, Dorrent, I absolutely won’t take that tablet from your bleeding mouth! I bit your tongue—there is literally blood on your lips! It is completely repulsive, disgusting, and I will never let you force that into my body!"

Dorrent didn’t utter a single syllable of a warning. He rely looked down at her tightly locked lips, a wicked smirk curling the corners of his mouth. He knew the biological architecture of her oga fra better than she knew herself, and he knew exactly what he was best at: breaking her logical defenses by forcing her body to moan against her will.

Without a single drop of hesitation, his left hand shot beneath the blankets, bypassing her thighs and traveling directly to her now washed, dry, and sensitive womanly junction. His long fingers didn’t show an ounce of rcy; he precisely caught her outer lips, sliding his thumb upward to aggressively nab and pinch at the sensitive, throbbing node of her clit with a sudden, pressurized friction.

"Ahhh-hnn!"

Jannah instantly gasped out, her mouth flying wide open in a sudden, involuntary shockwave of stimulation as her core gave a wet throb beneath his palm, instantly betraying her words.

The exact millisecond her lips parted, Dorrent descended upon her like an apex predator. He brutally captured her mouth in a suffocating, and completely dominant kiss, his lips sealing over hers to cut off her airway. With a powerful thrust of his tongue, he expertly guided the crushed, bitter tablet from his own mouth straight into the deep cavities of her palate, ensuring every single grain of the dication entered her system. Jannah thrashed her head wildly from side to side, her left hand clawing at his chest as the intense bitterness of the formula washed over her tastebuds, but Dorrent’s iron hand clamped onto her jaw, tilting her head back at an agonizing angle that forced her throat to contract. Left with absolutely no oxygen and no escape, she was forced to swallow the entire mixture, the bitter fluid sliding down her throat.

Only after he felt the rhythmic gulp of her throat indicating she had swallowed it entirely did Dorrent slowly, deliberately pull his lips away from hers. He wiped a stray sar of crimson from his lower lip with the back of his hand, his silver eyes swamped with a dangerous, triumphant light.

"You are nothing but a sick monster!" Jannah scread the mont her airway cleared, coughing as she rubbed her mouth with her left sleeve, tears of humiliation stinging her eyes. "You forced your blood into my mouth! You have absolutely no boundaries, no sha! You are repulsive!"

Dorrent let out a deep chuckle that carried the absolute weight of his arrogance. He didn’t remove his hand from her lower half; instead, his fingers intentionally rubbed the rising moisture between her thighs through her cotton nightgown. "Let let correct your pathetic narrative, Jannah," he murmured, his deep voice a flat, freezing purr against her ear. "You are here calling my feeding thod disgusting, while your own mouth has already perford far more graphic, disgusting things to my cock before. You have willingly given mouth, you have taken my entire length down your throat, and you have even swallowed my cum without missing a single drop. Don’t play the saint with now."

"Because you forced every single one of those disgusting things on my body!" Jannah fired right back, her face burning crimson as the trauma of last encounter flashed through her mind. She glared at him with a murderous hatred. "I didn’t enjoy a single second of it, Dorrent! I hated it! Especially swallowing your filthy, toxic cum—it made sick to my stomach, and I would rather die than ever let you do that to again!"

Dorrent’s silver eyes swamped with a sudden crimson fire, his jaw clenching tightly as her fierce defiance spiked his possessive pride. He leaned his chest heavier onto her fra, his long thumb applying a brutal pressure against her weeping center through the fabric. "Keep lying to yourself, little physician," he growled, his breath hot and dominant against her cheek. "You can tell your mind whatever fairy tales you want, but at least your tight, weeping inside enjoys it whenever I shoot my warm load deep into your channel. Your walls literally convulse around my steel, choking my tip, and your biology responds so intensely that you literally squirt all over my clothes. In fact... with how deeply I have filled you up over, I wonder whether you are already pregnant with my heir right now."

Jannah let out a mocking laugh that dripped with venomous satisfaction, her dark eyes locking into his with absolute certainty. "Then you can continue dreaming your pathetic dreams, Alpha Grefo! I will never, ever conceive a child for a monster like you. My body will never carry your bloodline."

Dorrent’s expression went completely still, his fingers tightening around her waist until his knuckles turned white. "And why the hell is that, gutter-rat? Are you claiming your slums biology is naturally infertile, or are you taking dampening drugs?"

"Neither," Jannah whispered, a cold, calculated smirk touching her pale lips as she recalled the ancient, sacred lore of her lineage. "Let share a biological truth about my bloodline that your systems can never hack—an oga of my specific descent can never, ever conceive a child unless she willingly gives her entire heart and soul to the man who is knotting her. My womb remains completely locked to violence. Unless I love you, your seed is nothing but waste inside ."

Dorrent stared down at her for a long, suffocating beat, his features processing the structural data of her statent. A dark, incredibly wicked grin slowly spread across his handso face, his eyes flashing with a terrifyingly intensity. "Mmm, is that so? How incredibly interesting... your hidden lineage. A rare, stubborn oga whose reproductive matrix can’t conceive unless they are deeply in love with the Alpha. You think that protects you from , Jannah? If that is the rule of your body, then I might just have to make you fall for if I decide I want you to get pregnant with my child."

Jannah felt a sudden, dangerous spike of heat pool deep within her entrance—the exact area he had aggressively rubbed earlier while forcing the dicine down her throat was reacting uncontrollably to his proximity and words, her internal walls giving a traitorous throb that soaked through her underwear.

"Continue dreaming, you arrogant Alpha..." Jannah cursed at him through her teeth, her breathing turning uneven as she fought to ignore the wet friction down below. "I will never fall in love with you no matter what you do to my flesh! Why... why the hell do you always like getting so wet against my will?!"

Dorrent slowly leaned his face down until his lips were practically grazing hers, his voice dropping into a deep rasp that carried a chilling finality.

"So that I can fuck you whenever I want, of course, little physician... and you already know how much I like it."