Vengeance in His Bed

The vehicle came to a sudden, jarring halt as the red brake lamps of a long line of vehicles flared ahead. They were caught in the middle of a late-night traffic jam on the elevated highway leading back to the upper district, surrounded by a thick, suffocating wall of grey fog and exhaust fumes.

The moment the vehicle stopped, Dorrent completely abandoned the steering wheel. He violently snapped his body toward the passenger side, his hand shooting out to clamp around Jannah’s chin. His fingers dug deeply into her jaw, the brutal leverage forcing her head back against the leather headrest, compelling her dark eyes to lock directly into his gaze.

"Do you have any idea why the people of this city call me ruthless, Jannah?" Dorrent hissed, his deep voice vibrating with a terrifying, low-register rage. His grip was unyielding, the raw pressure of his fingers bruising her pale skin. "Of late, I have been incredibly soft with you. I have let you walk around my estate, talk back to my face, and doing as you wish. But you are beginning to mistake my patience for weakness."

Jannah tried to twist her head out of his grip, her hands coming up to claw fruitlessly at his wrist. "What exactly have I done wrong, Alpha Grefo?!" she cried out, her voice a sharp, defensive line. "Having a boyfriend is not a crime! I am a free citizen of this country. I have every right to love whoever I want!"

Dorrent’s grip on her jaw tightened with punishing force, his eyes flashing with a sudden, toxic wave of possessiveness. "If you are so desperate for a man to be fucking you every night, little omega, then you don’t need to look any further than this cabin. I can play that part for you very well. I can give you exactly what your lower half is weeping for."

"I don’t want a disgusting, primitive fuck buddy!" Jannah shouted back, her dark eyes blazing with an unyielding hatred as she glared through the strands of her uncombed hair. "I want a real partner! Someone who actually loves me, respects my mind, and cherishes my soul the exact same way Damian does! I love him, Dorrent! I love Damian with everything I have, and I will never belong to a monster like you!"

The mention of her love for the slum doctor hit Dorrent’s pride like a physical blow. His handsome features twisted into a dark, mocking snarl. "Love? You are a naive, foolish gutter-rat! There is no such thing as true love in this world. It does not exist! It is nothing but a temporary cognitive defect, a pathetic dream for weak-minded peasants. And you are completely dreaming if you think that man is just a simple, innocent doctor."

Jannah froze slightly, her breathing ragged. "What are you talking about? He is a healer."

"His name is Damian Boren," Dorrent barked, his voice dropping into a cold, clinical monotone that carried a terrifying weight. "He is the firstborn son of the Mafia boss, Notorious Bellero. He controls the entire underground smuggling network of the lower sectors under the guise of his free clinics. He is a lethal, dangerous predator, Jannah. He is not a good or safe person for you to mingle with."

"It doesn’t matter who his family is!" Jannah retaliated fiercely, using the lie to shield her true terror. "I don’t care about his past! As long as I love him and he loves me back, I will stay by his side! You cannot control my heart!"

"I don’t care about your pathetic heart, but I will control your body," Dorrent growled, leaning his massive chest closer until he completely crowded her side of the cabin, his winter-frost pheromones suffocating her senses. "Let me make the administrative rules completely clear to you, Jannah. I do not want you to be with any other man. Ever. I want you exclusively as my sex partner under my roof. My sexual stamina is exceptionally high, and because my system has been completely deprived of a frequency for five long years, you need to be ready to be fucked by me every single day from now on."

"I don’t agree to this!" Jannah screamed, her chest heaving as she violently pushed against his muscular shoulders. "I won’t do it! I will never be your partner! Our contract is strictly medical. We should only focus on getting your S-tier dampening treated so that you can fulfill your duties, marry Lady Joanne, and part ways with me permanently! That is the only thing I will ever do for you!"

Dorrent stared down at her defiant, flushed face for a long, agonizing beat. The lingering warmth vanished from his expression, replaced by a cold, hollow emptiness that made the skin on her arms goosebump.

"If you do not agree willingly, little physician... then I will simply have to use my ruthless means," Dorrent said softly, his voice dropping into a flat, terrifyingly calm register that cut deeper than any shout. "I will lock you up and keep you permanently as my sex slave. In case you have forgotten my corporate reputation, I am a man who completely dismantles anything that opposes his path."

"You wouldn’t dare!" Jannah shouted, her voice cracking with a sudden, genuine wave of panic as she backed away as far as the passenger door allowed. "Your father would never allow you to lock up his contract herbalist! You are bluffing!"

"Try me, Jannah," Dorrent whispered, his eyes flaring with a dangerous crimson light. "Of course I would."

Before she could even utter a single scream for help, Dorrent reached back into the specialized cargo compartment behind the front seats. With a swift, practiced movement, he pulled out a set of heavy, premium leather BDSM restraints—thick black cuffs lined with soft wool, attached to heavy-duty adjustable security straps.

Jannah’s eyes widened in absolute horror. She began to fight like a wild animal, kicking her legs and swinging her fists at his face, but her weak omega frame was completely useless against the massive, immovable strength of the S-tier Alpha. Dorrent effortlessly pinned her thrashing body down against the passenger seat with the weight of his broad torso. He grabbed her left wrist, slapping the heavy leather cuff around her skin and locking the secure buckle with a loud, metallic click. Within two minutes of absolute, brutal struggle, he had both of her wrists and ankles forcefully tied to the structural steel anchors of the passenger seat, leaving her completely spread-eagled and entirely helpless beneath his gaze.

Dorrent leaned down over her bound, panting frame, his hand slowly wrapping around her throat, his lips hovering mere millimeters from her ear as the traffic ahead began to slowly move.

"Since you refuse to listen to my words, Jannah... I can just show you my true, ruthless side right now."