ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 67

CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

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CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

GABRIELLE’S POV

My face flushed so much that I could feel the heat radiating through my pores.

Damon’s fingers rubbed my nipples ever so lightly, as if soothing them from the hard pinch, his warm breath still fanning against my ear.

My body kept betraying me, but my mind snapped to reality.

With all my self–control, I twisted in his hold, and he finally let me go. As I broke free, I finally reached for my towel.

“That’s stalker behavior, Damon. It’s an invasion of my privacy, you creep. How dare you? How dare you watch me in my private moments?”

Rage spread across my chest.

He was watching me after ignoring me and leaving the city without telling me.

He was never supposed to know how little I had going on for me. He was never supposed to find out that I spent my days thinking about our fight while he partied with other women.

He was never supposed to find out that I touched myself thinking about him.

He let me cover myself with the towel but I could still feel his eyes on my skin and my nipples were aching to be touched again.

He stepped closer, forcing me to take a step back. “I don’t need permission to watch you. You’re mine, in case you forgot.”

“I’m not yours!” I spat, my voice betraying the anger I carried inside.

He caught me by my wrist and pulled me close again, making the towel drop.

“You say that now but you’re still wearing my ring,” he said as he raised my hand, the diamond glinting in the moonlight.

My breath hitched. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh, really?” He asked, his free hand slipping around my waist to hold me close. “You’re my wife, Gabrielle. You’re mine until I die.”

His possessive words went straight to that sensitive spot between my legs. My mouth parted to argue but I didn’t have any comeback.

His jaw tightened but his voice stayed calm. “You signed the papers without hesitation and said I do in front of the priest. Twice.”

I forced my gaze away, unable to bear the intensity any longer but his hand left my wrist and held my chin up.

“I will never forget the night we met, Gabrielle,” he said, his eyes dark and unreadable. “It was decided then that you belonged to me and with me. And the only reason I didn’t fuck you senseless like you wanted was that you were drunk out of your mind.”

A whimper escaped me as my thighs pressed together involuntarily.

His grip on my chin tightened and his thumb caressed my lips. “But now…” he continued. “You’re in your right mind and I know you want me just as bad as you did then, if not more.”

A shiver ran down my spine. “I don’t…. I don’t want you anymore.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Before I could understand what he meant, his fingers moved from my chin to the spot between my legs and pressed against it.

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I moaned again, my knees buckling just from a single touch. I held onto his shoulders because my legs were too weak to stand

on their own.

His fingers pushed my panties aside and his thumb stroked my clit slowly, like he was taking his time to trace the spot.

“Damou….” I moaned softly.

He removed his hand and brought it to my face. “Look how wet and slippery you are.”

His hands forced my chin up, coating my bottom lip with my juices before pushing his thumb into my mouth.

“Suck.”

I obeyed without question, sucking and licking my wetness off his finger. His eyes followed my tongue as if it hypnotized him, his expression dripping with lust.

But then, I remembered I was still mad at him.

So I bit his thumb. Hard.

“Fuck!”

He cursed but he didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he pushed it further into my mouth.

“Do it again, Gabrielle.”

I pressed my thighs together again. How could he be so sick? Was I even sicker by getting turned on by this?

I did it again and again until his blue eyes turned to dark orbs.

When he finally removed his finger from my mouth, his hand wrapped around my neck tight enough to make me lightheaded.

“I’m not done with you,” he muttered, his hold tightening softly. “You’re going to be my slut tonight, okay?”

God, yes.

I wanted to be whatever he wanted.

I nodded, my words failing me.

He sat on the lounge chair and leaned back, his hand reaching mine. I took it and knelt beside him.

My breath caught in my throat.

I tried to keep my hands calm as I reached for his belt, undoing the buckle. The sound of the zipper as I pulled it down seemed louder than it actually was.

I pulled down his pants and reached for his briefs. My mouth salivated at the outline of his cock through the material.

Fuck, I was really doing this.

After weeks of trying, I was actually getting to see his cock up close and taste it with my tongue. My hands shook at the thought

of it.

I was fucking nervous.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.”

His taunting words pulled me out of my head. I bit my lips to stop myself from replying and then, I finally tugged his briefs down.

His cock sprang free and I froze at the sight. It was just as veiny as I imagined it would be. It was thick, long, and slightly curved.

Hesitantly, I took him in my hands. His skin was soft and smooth but hard underneath at the same time.

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I had never done this before.

How the hell was I going to impress him with his numerous experiences? How the fuck was his cock going to fit inside my mouth or even inside me?

I swallowed.

The tip was glistening as pre–cum leaked from it. I leaned forward and licked it slowly, causing Damon to tense up.

He hissed, his voice cold. “Fuck, Gabrielle! Enough with the fucking teasing and suck.”

I didn’t care about his tone. All I cared about was right in front of me. I obeyed though, sliding my tongue up and down his shaft like it was cone ice cream.

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