ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 77

CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

Warning: Things get dark and twisted in this chapter. If you’re sensitive to intense psychological and dark adult scenes, please proceed with caution.

GABRIELLE’S POV

And even with his hands tight around my neck and his eyes completely dark and almost inhuman, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

At least, not physically.

“I don’t care what you say,” I rasped, shocking even myself. “I won’t leave.”

Surprise flickered in his eyes for a second but they hardened again. “You will, Gabrielle. You’ll leave now for your own good. This isn’t the time to be stubborn, you fucking brat.”

Then he let go and took a step back.

“I don’t want you here,” he continued, tapping on a button to open the door. “Not when I’m like this.”

The door slid open beside him with a soft mechanical sound but I still didn’t move.

“I said leave,” Damon repeated, his voice low and controlled to the point of cruelty.

“I heard you.”

He turned fully to face me, his jaw tight. “Then why are you still standing there?”

“Because I can’t let you continue hurting yourself, Damon,” I said quietly. “And because you’re trying to scare me away instead of telling me why you’re doing this.”

“This isn’t about you,” he said. “It never was.‘

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“That’s a lie,” I replied, my voice steadier than my hands. “If it were true, you wouldn’t mind me watching, would you?”

He didn’t respond.

I took a step closer. “Just talk about it or at least see a professional instead of… this. You can talk to me, Damon.”

He exhaled and dragged a hand down his face, leaving a streak of red across his jaw. “I’ve told you a thousand times that I’m not something you can fix. Get that stupid fantasy out of your head, Gabrielle.”

His words hit me so hard I couldn’t breathe for a second. I frowned, closed the distance between us, and tapped on the button, shutting the door.

“And you should get this into your fucking head,” I snapped, rage surging through me. “I don’t care what kind of fucked–up life you had but I know this isn’t the answer.”

I reached for the whip to take it from him and he let me.

I held it up to his face. “So you either continue whipping yourself in front of me or you can stop this madness right now.”

Damon stared at the whip in my hand like he didn’t recognize it anymore. Like it had lost its power the moment it wasn’t his

He didn’t meet my eyes immediately. He kept looking at anything but me, as if he was embarrassed that I had caught him in the

act.

“I want you gone, Gabrielle,” he said, his voice low this time. He finally looked at me, the softness gone and replaced with something cold. “I don’t want to be around you.“.

I shook my head slowly. “You don’t mean that.”

CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

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He took a step closer, forcing me to take one back. “I mean it with everything in me. I want you out of here, Gabrielle. When I have a use for you, I’ll let you know. Until then, get out.”

I didn’t think Damon could turn any colder, but he did. And it sent a dreadful chill down my spine. Staying felt like an unwise and dangerous thing to do but I couldn’t bear the thought of him hurting himself.

I swallowed, forcing my voice to remain calm. “So I’m only useful when you want me to be? Let me guess, I’m only useful when you’ve run out of whores to fuck, right?”

He ran his hand through his hair. “I’m at my fucking limits, Gabrielle. Leave. Now.”

I didn’t move. “I’m not going anywhere. You have three options: do it in front of me, drag me out of here, or stop hurting yourself. Can’t you see how how much you bleeding?”

“Exactly!” He hissed, stepping close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. “I’m not drunk or out of my senses. I’m doing it on purpose because pain is the only feeling that’s familiar to me! It’s the only thing I can fucking feel.”

I felt my knees wobble at how close and unhinged he was. If I said I wasn’t partly scared, I was lying. But something tugged at my chest as the realization slammed into me.

I looked away, trying to distract myself from the intensity in his eyes,

“You don’t know how much I want this to end,” he continued, holding my face so I couldn’t look away. “This is who I am. You have no idea what I’ve done and how long I’ve tried to feel something–anything–only to be rendered emotionally overwhelmed by something as simple as your touch.”

My stomach fluttered stupidly.

His expression changed quickly again. One second it was soft and the next, it was dark. Now, there was a distant look in his eyes.

“And then, my brain shuts down because feeling makes me weak,” he finished, his voice dropping to something raw and jagged. “And weakness gets the people around me killed. My weakness would get you killed.”

His grip on my face loosened slightly, like he hadn’t realized how tightly he was holding me until that moment.

My chest ached and I held back the urge to cry. “I’m still not leaving you, Damon. You can’t scare me away.”

The whip slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a dull sound. He stared at me in disbelief, both of his hands cupping my cheeks now.

“Why?” he asked, his eyes searching mine. “We both know I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve this.”

I shook my head. “This isn’t about deserving.”

“Everything is,” he shot back. “I ruin the things I touch. I ruin people.”

“I’m already ruined, Damon,” I said before I could stop myself. “I should be running far away from you and far away from all these“-I gestured to the blood, and the room,–“but I’m not. I’m not some pure angel who doesn’t want to get stained so stop treating me like one.”

His gaze softened and before I could speak again, his lips crashed down on mine. I moaned into his mouth and finally let the tears fall down the sides of my face.

He lifted me easily and pressed the button to slide the door open without another word. My legs wrapped around him as the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

I felt him walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower, the water falling on us and washing the blood on his back away but still, none of us broke the kiss.

I was still in my clothes and he was still wearing, his sweatpants but I didn’t care.

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