Vengeance in His Bed

Chapter 156: Sweet Retaliation

The ache inside Jannah’s lower belly had mutated from a dull throb into a sharp, intolerable burning.

Every breath she took drew in the suffocating cloud of his winter-frost pheromones, turning her own blood to liquid fire. Her omega biology was actively betraying her, screaming for the S-tier dominance hovering over her, demanding the very thing she swore she would never willingly submit to again. She cursed herself inwardly, her teeth grinding together so hard her jaw ached. She wanted to run, to scramble off his lap and escape the agonizing temptation of his body, but Dorrent’s massive hands remained locked around her waist like iron bands, anchoring her hips against the pulsing heat of his groin.

As he looked down at her flushed, struggling face, the memories of his father’s harsh, demanding voice echoed in the dark corners of his mind. "Go slow on her, Dorrent. Try to have a foreplay. You cannot treat a rare, delicate omega like a piece of meat to be conquered by force. Learn her, or you will lose her completely."

The Alpha’s chest rose and fell in a ragged rhythm. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he let out a low, rough breath. "I will go slow on you this time, Jannah," he whispered, his voice a caress that vibrated through her skull. " I promise."

Slowly, his hand slid down from her hip, trailing over the sensitive skin of her thigh. His fingers moved with agonizing slowness, caressing her soft flesh, and he felt the immediate shiver that racked her entire frame under his touch. Her skin went hot, her thighs trembling slightly as they parted just a fraction of an inch more against his hand. He could feel the power of his influence over her, the way her body wept for him despite her mind’s desperate resistance.

Jannah’s eyes fluttered, her vision swimming with a haze of heat. He was begging her. The mighty, untouchable S-tier tycoon was pleading for her submission, presenting himself to her in a way she had never seen before. Her body was burning, hot as hell, but her mind—sharp and vindictive despite the haze of arousal—seized upon the sudden shift in power.

She stared back at him, her dark eyes suddenly sharpening with a desperate, calculating light.

"Let me take control instead," Jannah breathed, her voice trembling but carrying an edge of cold command. "Lie still. Do not do a single thing, and I will help you."

Dorrent’s silver eyes flared, his pupils dilating until they almost swallowed the silver. "You want to lead?" he growled softly, the concept foreign and intensely stimulating to his dominant instincts.

"Under one condition," Jannah continued, her left hand coming up to press against his collarbone, keeping him at bay. "You promise not to touch me. Not once. And... you will allow me to tie you."

It was a blatant punishment, a cruel psychological game. How could an Alpha who lived to conquer and dominate let her take total control without his hands to guide her? She wanted to torture him, to strip him of his physical power and leave him entirely at her mercy.

Dorrent stared at her, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. The beast inside him roared against the very idea of restraint, but the sight of her flushed cheeks, the heavy scent of her damp entrance pressing against his trousers, and the raw desire to have her override every ounce of his pride.

"Do it," Dorrent growled, his voice thick with impatient hunger.

Jannah didn’t waste a single second. Reaching out with her left hand, she grabbed the sheets from the bed. She placed her palm flat against his chest, pushing him backward with all her strength. Dorrent let himself be guided, falling back onto his spine, his frame stretching out across the mattress.

Working quickly, her heart hammering against her ribs, Jannah used the sheets to bind him. She wrapped the fabric tightly around his thick wrists, securing them to the posts of the headboard, and then did the same to his long legs, tying them securely to the foot of the bed. When she was finished, Dorrent was completely spread-eagled, his body immobilized by the silk.

Jannah stood over him for a brief moment, her chest heaving as she looked down at him. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement of her left hand, she reached down and stripped his trousers and undergarments away, leaving his body completely naked before her.

His penis was already fully erect, a big, thick, and pulsing shaft that stood rigid against his abdomen, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-coital fluid.

"If you dare tear these sheets," Jannah warned, her voice dropping into a cold, menacing whisper as she leaned over him, "if you move even a single inch to break this deal... I will walk out of this room and never return."

Dorrent remained silent, his eyes burning with a savage intensity as he stared up at her. He didn’t care about the bindings. He didn’t care about the humiliation. His entire system was hyper-focused on a single, burning desire: he wanted her entrance to engulf his thick cock, and he wanted it now.

"Hurry up, Jannah," Dorrent grunted, his chest heaving as he strained slightly against the silk. "It is killing me. Get on top of me."

A dark smile touched Jannah’s lips. She had finally gotten the opportunity to torture him, to make him feel a fraction of the helplessness and agony he had subjected her to the last days.

"Not so fast," she murmured.

She leaned down slowly, her dark hair falling forward, framing her face like a dark veil. Dorrent’s breath hitched, his lips parting slightly as he anticipated the soft, sweet touch of her mouth against his. But just as her lips hovered a millimeter away from his, Jannah shifted her head.

She went straight for his chin, her teeth baring as she sank them into his jawline. She bit him hard—pressing her teeth into his skin with a vicious, controlled force, deliberately stopping just short of drawing blood.

Dorrent winced, a low, guttural growl escaping his throat as his muscles spasmed against the sheets. "What the hell are you doing?" he growled, his eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and sudden, wild arousal.

Even as he winced, he could feel her damp, hot center hovering just inches away from his throbbing shaft. The proximity of her heat, combined with the sharp pain on his jaw, was driving his body into madness.

"I am only reciprocating what you always do to me," Jannah whispered against his skin, her breath hot and shallow.