ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 121

CHAPTER 121

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CHAPTER 121

GABRIELLE’S POV

My nails were clawing into his jacket as he kissed me just as passionately as I kissed him.

The kiss was rough and intense, air leaving my lungs as his mouth claimed mine without mercy.

His hand slid into my hair, holding me upright. The world narrowed to heat and breath, and the way his mouth tasted.

I kissed him back just as hard, desperate and unfiltered, needing him to feel exactly how shaken and alive I was in that moment.

When he pulled away, we were both gasping for air.

The man on the ground was still sobbing, his face covered with his own blood.

Damon lifted him easily by the shirt and held him up, his eyes on mine. “What next?”

I fisted my hands by my side. “Hit him again.”

I didn’t care how violent that sounded.

The man had almost raped me, and I overheard him admitting to drugging and raping a minor. Anyone who could harm a child

didn’t deserve to live.

Damon struck him across the face with his gun.

The man screamed, the sound coming out weak, and his head fell back. “Please… I’m sorry.”

Too fucking bad.

My voice came out shaky as another sob threatened to escape me. “Smash him against the wall.”

Damon hesitated, something unreadable passing his gaze. “That could kill him.”

“So?” I asked, surprising even myself. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yes, but not with you watching,” he responded. “That would fuck you up.”

“Well, news flash,” I snapped, rage and adrenaline surging through my veins. “I’m already fucked up. So when I tell you to smash him against the wall, you fucking do it.”

Damon froze, staring at me for a beat too long.

Surprise crossed his face first, then it faded into something darker, settling into a look that made my stomach twist.

His jaw tightened and he dropped the man like a piece of trash. “You shouldn’t want that,” he said quietly.

“I do,” I replied.

A slow breath left him.

His mouth curved just slightly but it wasn’t a smile, and it scared me how right it felt.

“The Gabrielle I know wouldn’t want to hurt a fly,” he said, low and almost reverent. “So this worries me.”

Then his eyes hardened and something clicked into place.

“But fuck,” he added softly. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t excite me.”

My breath hitched.

Damon raised the man by his shirt again, his grip tight, and he looked at me once more as if making sure I wouldn’t look away

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Then he raised his hand and hurled the man across the balcony.

The stranger groaned weakly as he hit the wall with a thud and slid down to the ground. For a second I thought he was dead, until a low sob escaped him.

“Please,” he was begging, his voice low and almost inaudible. “Kill… me.”

I let out a broken breath.

I had begged him to let me go but he didn’t. He forced himself into my space and held me against my will on my ex’s

instructions.

I stepped closer to him. “You didn’t listen when I begged so should I listen to you?”

He sobbed something back, but it wasn’t clear. He was bleeding too much from his face to speak properly.

Damon turned to me, his gun still in his hand. “What now?”

My eyes met his and my skin burned with heat. The thought of him killing for me should have scared me–and it did–but it

excited me even more.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Why the fuck was I getting turned on by his violence?

My body was past listening to logic. It burned with desire, my nipples aching for his touch and my dress begging to be ripped off.

Damon scared me, thrilled me, and pulled something raw and fierce out of me all at once.

Something feral stirred in me when I saw the contrast between how he treated me and how he defended me.

He was strong and safe but also dangerous, and I wanted him so badly.

He took a step towards me, lust dripping from his eyes. “What more do you want me to do to him?”

It took me a while to recollect thoughts that didn’t involve him ripping away my underwear.

“Is my presence a problem?” I asked. “You don’t like an audience?”

He was in front of me now, his gun tight in his hold. “An audience for what?”

The space between us turned thick with tension as he towered over me. He stared at me the way he always did before he fucked my brains out.

Hell, I wanted him to.

The night air was cold on the balcony but it did nothing to soothe the warmth rushing to my core.

I closed the space between us until our bodies were touching. “I know you don’t want me seeing this side of you because you feel it’s too… much.”

I traced his arms down to his wrist and wrapped my fingers around it, bringing the gun up to my temple.

The metal was cold as it pressed against my skin, my eyes never leaving his. “Do you want to pull the trigger?”

He didn’t hesitate but his eyes had softened. “Not at you.”

I raised my chin, my heart racing and my pussy clenching as I pulled the gun down to the bridge of my nose, my fingers still wrapped around his wrists.

“I know,” I said softly. “But Damon… I just realized you’re another fantasy of mine. The real you.”

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I heard him draw a sharp breath.

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