ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 112

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CHAPTER 112

GABRIELLE’S POV

Damon got into the car, started it, and drove off without a word.

He didn’t even look at me.

He had been driving for a few minutes, his eyes on the road and his knuckles white against the steering wheel.

Unable to bear the silence anymore, I broke it. “The weather is quite nice today, don’t you think?”

He didn’t respond immediately, the silence suffocating and even worse now.

“It’s nice,” he finally said in a clipped tone.

I turned my attention to the road and realized he wasn’t driving out of the estate.

I cleared my throat to speak again. “Where are we going?”

The car turned onto a street and kept moving but he didn’t respond. I hated that I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head.

Sometimes I wished I could read his mind.

After a few more minutes of silence, I turned to him. “So now you’re going to give me the silent treatment?”

His jaw tightened. “I’m not.”

“You are,” I returned, undoing my seat belt so I could face him. “You haven’t said a word to me. I know I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

He glanced at me for a second before returning his eyes to the road.

“I’m not giving you the silent treatment,” he said evenly. “I’m trying not to say something I can’t take back.”

That stung more than if he’d raised his voice.

The car slowed and pulled over beneath a line of trees, the engine still running. He exhaled slowly, then finally looked at me

fully.

“You disobeyed me and you told me half–truths about where you were going,” he continued. “Because you thought your need for answers mattered more than your safety.”

“I didn’t think-”

“I know,” he cut in quietly. “That’s the problem.”

I couldn’t even be mad at him for that. I knew I shouldn’t have done it but I did it anyway.

I swallowed, my throat burning. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I just… I needed to know more about you. And now I do. It’s not everything but it’s something.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “And how did that make you feel?”

I took a second to think before I responded. “It made me… sad.”

“Exactly,” he said. “I don’t want you feeling that way because of me, and I don’t want you close to Rhys.”

The weight of that settled between us.

He shifted the car back into gear and pulled onto the road again.

“You don’t get to walk into fires just because you think you can handle the heat,” he added, his voice low. “And I don’t get to pretend it doesn’t terrify me when you do.”

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I stared at him, my chest tightening.

That… wasn’t what I expected.

He drove deeper into the line of trees and parked at the end before turning to me. “Get in the back seat.”

I blinked, wondering if I heard him correctly. “What?”

His soft expression disappeared, and the flat one came back. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

I moved immediately, pushing my seat back and crawling over it to the back seat. He adjusted it after I was done, and stepped

out of the car.

My heart dropped my stomach as I wondered what he was about to do to me.

He entered the back passenger seat beside me and took off his jacket.

Then he removed and adjusted his cufflinks to push his shirt over his forearm. “Lie back.”

I obeyed, resting my back on the seat and placing my legs on his lap. He watched me move, his eyes never leaving mine.

When I was comfortable, his fingers traced my leg. “I’m going to punish you. And you’re not going to enjoy it.”

There was no way in hell I wouldn’t enjoy it.

I trust he wouldn’t hit me or resort to petty stuff so that meant the punishment was sexual.

Like last time in his private sex room.

If he kept it on, I’d be forced to keep being a brat just to get punished by him.

Slowly, he took off my underwear and handed it over to me. “Keep it. You’ll need it later.”

I nodded as I took it, feeling my mouth starting to water. I was that eager to be punished by Damon.

My breath caught in my throat, my body already anticipating his next move. I was already wet and he hadn’t even touched me

yet.

Damon spread my thighs apart, his eyes falling on my core. He let out a groan that made my skin prickle, and my walls clenched.

His fingers stroked me once and my body came alive. Then he parted my lips and slowly rubbed my clit with his thumb in lazy

circles.

My eyes rolled back and I bit back my lower lip to hold back the sound that almost escaped me.

We were in public and I thought anyone could walk past us.

“You like this, huh?” He said with a rasp that sent shivers down my spine. “You like me softly caressing you like this, don’t you?”

My eyes were still closed. “Yeah.”

His slow circles stopped and his hand moved away from my core. Before I could open my eyes to see why, his hand came back down on my clit.

Hard.

I let out a scream, then clamped my mouth shut with both hands, my panties still in one of them.

He had just spanked my fucking clit.

The pain throbbed, then faded into a dull ache.

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This wasn’t the punishment I’d expected and I could see how much he enjoyed my surprise in his eyes.

“Count,” Damon said, his voice hoarse and his tone indifferent.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as my teeth clenched together.

His hand came down again and I jerked my hip upward, letting out another scream that was muffled by my panties.

He was right about me needing it later.

He held my hips down easily with his free hand. “I said count, Gabrielle.”

“Two,” I gritted out.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes darkening. “No. One. You didn’t count the first one, did you?”

“No. One,” I said, my voice coming out in a whisper.

The throbbing slowly faded into a dull ache again, but this time—and to my surprise–a wave of pleasure passed through my entire body.

Damon nodded in approval. “Yes. One.”

Then his hand came down again, and I let out another scream into my underwear, my eyes watering but not from the pain.

“Two,” I said in a moan.

A groan rumbled in his chest and I felt my core tighten around nothing, desperately in need of friction.

He rubbed on my clit slowly, the pain easing into pleasure. “Would you disobey me again, Gabrielle?”

I shook my head. “No, Damon.”

His hand came down on my clit again, harder this time.

I yelped as my hips bucked but he didn’t let go.

“Husband, not Damon,” he said, his tone casual like he wasn’t wrecking me. “And that one doesn’t count.”

I nodded quickly, the tears already falling. “Yes, husband. I didn’t-”

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