ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 122

GABRIELLE’S POV

[Content Warning: This chapter contains violence, murder, and sexual content occurring in close proximity to a dead body. It is meant for storytelling purposes and not to be fetishized].

With his hand still wrapped around my neck, Damon pressed the gun against my core–just enough to make me crave more.

I ground against it, desperate for friction.

His eyes darkened as they held mine. “My perfect wife.”

My heart swelled.

I moved faster, whimpering, and clutching at him for balance. “Damon…”

He shoved me back against the railing, my breath catching at the distant sound of cars below. “You keep surprising me, Gabrielle. How does this not scare you out of your mind?”

I wondered the same thing.

“You’d never pull the trigger on me,” I whispered, still grinding against the gun and refusing to break eye contact. “I trust you.”

His mouth crashed into mine, stealing the air from my lungs.

I kissed him back just as fiercely, feeling his grip tighten around my throat. A wave of lightheaded heat swept through me, my thoughts dissolving until there was nothing but him.

He pulled away only to trail kisses along my cheeks. Then he tilted my head aside and pressed his lips to the sensitive spot behind my ear.

My fingers twisted into his shirt as my hips rocked against the gun. “Oh, fuck-”

He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending a shiver through me. His tongue traced my earlobe, and my eyes rolled back.

“Oh, god,” I breathed, the pressure building fast.

Heat surged up my spine, flooding my face. I quickened my pace, and he answered by pressing the gun harder against me.

He dragged it slowly, deliberately, back and forth, pushing me closer to the edge.

Then his teeth grazed the spot behind my ear.

I shattered, arching into him as the pleasure tore through me. He didn’t let up–he kept the pressure, sliding lower to my entrance while this mouth moved over my skin.

“That’s right,” he murmured “Come on my gun just like that.”

The words sent another tremor through me

I was still riding the aftermath when he pulled away and spun me around, bending me over the tailing

My stomach dropped as I looked down at the street below. There were cars passing and people unaware of what was happentrac

above them

I’d never been afraid of heights but in that moment, the possibility of falling was the only thing todd think about

Damon’s free hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Are y

afraid, wife?”

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A car below honked, the sound driving something sharp through my chest.

My ass backed up against his bulge, the fear slowly melting into thrill. “No. I meant it. I trust you.”

I felt his hand on my ass and then, he ripped off my thong.

His breath was warm on my neck as he brought up the gun to my lips. “Good. Now, clean up your mess.”

I obeyed, licking my wetness off his gun slowly. I was still sucking on the gun when I heard the sound of his zipper as he pulled it down.

He bent me over, arching my ass up, and immediately after, I felt his warm tip pressing against my entrance.

A shiver of anticipation shoot through my spine.

He leaned down to kiss my neck again before he pulled away. “I won’t let you fall.”

I believed him wholeheartedly.

With one brutal thrust, he drove into me, burying himself completely inside my body.

A cry tore from my throat, muffled by the weapon in my mouth. My body took him in greedily, clenching tight around his cock.

He was big and solid, stretching me, and my walls fluttered as he withdrew slowly–only to press back in again, inch by inch,

until I felt full all over again.

The view below blurred as pleasure washed over me, down to my feet and palms. My mouth was open and spilling incoherent nonsense as he plunged into me roughly.

The risk that I could fall or that we could be caught only made it hotter.

Damon’s arm around me tightened. “Fuck! You feel like heaven, Gabrielle.”

I moaned, my walls tightening around his cock.

Each stroke of his forced me forward, testing the edge of the railings before dragging me back.

It was reckless.

And so hot.

A few distances away, I heard the stranger groan in pain and I suddenly remembered he was still alive and probably watchứng tên,

Damon’s hand slid from my waist to my hair, fisting it before yanking me upright until my back hit his chest. “You wish this were you, hadi?”

I followed his gaze and realized he wasn’t talking to me He was addressing the man sprawled on the floor, staring blankly up at

the sky.

“This is what you’ll never have,” Damon continued “This is my wife. Remember that in your text life.”

My breath stuttered and a sharp pulse gripped him from inside me

“This is what consent looks like,” he continued “I won’t hurt to learn a thing or two before taking kill your

I squeezed him instinctively, unable to control it Sauething very similar to electricity bed through my tenty

The way he threatened him while taking me over the tailing made heat cuil low in my stoma

I drove back against him, matching his rhythm, the slick sound of skin against skin carrying into the night

He shoved the gum deeper past my lips, forcing a gag from me as saliva dripped down

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“You finished cleaning that up?”

I nodded and lifted my eyes to his.

He swore under his breath when our gazes locked, his hips snapping harder. “God, you’re beautiful.”

My walls tightened around his cock again, my eyes never leaving his. I tried to say something but the sound was inaudible with the metal still inside my mouth.

He pulled the gun from my mouth and tilted my chin up as I tried to catch my breath, whimpering as he continued driving into

1. me.

A shudder tore through me. “I’m… so close, Damon.”

His hand moved from my hair and pulled my dress down, exposing my breasts. “Then I should kill him now for touching you.”

His thrust slowed down and he turned, putting two bullets in the man on the floor.

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I tried to look away — I really tried — but I couldn’t. I flinched and raised my hand to cover my ears, but watched as the man’s head fell to the side.

“Can’t have him hearing the sounds you make,” he said, dropping the weapon on the ground. “They’re just for me.”

“Yes, husband,” I answered.

He had just shot a man in front of me, and somehow I still felt safest in his arms. He had me completely–my mind, my body, and maybe even my soul.

His hand moved to my breasts, rolling each nipple between his fingers one after another. “So fucking wet.”

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