FAZER LOGINDAMON’S POV Anya stared at me as if I had just spoken a language she didn’t understand. Her fingers tightened in front of her until her knuckles turned white. “You’re joking.” “I never joke about my child.” Her laugh was hollow. “You think you can just take her from me?” “I’m protecting her.” “From me?” she snapped. “Yes.” Her face flushed with anger. “I see,” she finally said. “You’re letting that woman fill your head with lies.” My jaw tightened. “Gabrielle has nothing to do with this.” “She doesn’t?” Anya scoffed. “You expect me to believe that? Ever since she came into this house—” “Stop.” Anya froze. I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You will not drag Gabrielle into your lies. You manipulated Lila. You tried to turn her against my wife.” “I was helping you!” she insisted. “No, you weren’t,” I replied. “I just spoke to Lila and she said you also made her lie about being sick.” Silence stretched between us. “She told me everything you said
GABRIELLE’S POV I screamed his name as I came. Damon clamped his hand over my mouth, muffling the sound. “Quiet, Gabrielle… someone might hear you.” My body tensed as the orgasm wracked through me, my muscles tightening around him. He stayed still for a while, then pulled out fast and thrust back in again. The moment he was fully sheathed inside me, I let out a small whimper. At the same time, I felt a hard spank on my ass. My eyes stung from intense pleasure. “Fuck, I can never get enough of you,” he murmured, lust dripping from his voice. Then he started pounding into me with a rhythm I couldn’t keep up with. My fingers gripped the marble edge as every thrust sent another waves after waves of pleasure through me. He moved fast and hard, one hand holding my waist in place and the other clamped over my mouth as he fucked me senseless. His voice lowered. “Will you keep your voice down, wife?” I nodded helplessly, willing to do whatever he asked. His hand moved from my mo
GABRIELLE’S POV Damon slid his finger out of me slowly, brushing against my clit. My knees buckled, and if he hadn’t been holding me, I would have fallen. I turned my head slightly and watched as he slowly tasted my wetness off his finger. “Please…” I begged. His hands slid slowly down my arms before he took the gun from me and dropped it on the ground beside the others. Then he turned me around. The sun framed his shoulders, making the sharp lines of his body look even more unfair. His gaze dropped briefly to my bikini before returning to my face. “That’s enough practice for today,” he said. “Don’t want to hurt your ears.” I rose on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Why are you teaching me how to use a gun?” “No reason in particular,” he answered, his hands resting around my waist. “I was just checking a few guns because I’ll need them.” An unpleasant feeling passed through my chest. But I pushed it down and decided to focus on this moment with
GABRIELLE’S POVI was so far behind in class that I had to spend the rest of my morning catching up with my online lectures.With everything going on, doing something normal for once felt like a slice of heaven.By noon, I was tired of sitting in one spot and decided to do some light stretches when I spotted Damon outside through the window.He was seated by the pool, wiping down a gun.Not just one.Several of them were spread out on the table beside him, sleek and expensive models that gleamed under the sun.Some were already disassembled, their pieces arranged neatly in front of him.I bit my bottom lip before I could stop myself.He was shirtless, the afternoon sun glinting faintly off the thin sheen of sweat on his skin.Every time his arm moved, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexed.My gaze drifted lower.He was wearing loose black pants that hung a little too low on his waist, the fabric resting dangerously close to his hips.I forgot all about my stretches in that mome
GABRIELLE’S POVIt was obvious Anya wasn’t expecting that response from me by the look on her face.My eyes fell on a document in her hand. “What’s that?”She caught herself quickly, and handed it over to me. “This came in for you over a month ago. I had to hold on to it for safekeeping.”Hesitantly, I took the document from her.The paper felt heavier than it should have.My name was written neatly across the front, and beneath it was the name of a law firm I recognized.It was a divorce paper.My breath caught in my throat.I held on to it with more force than necessary, my fingers tightening around the edges as I opened it.The name at the top sent a chill down my spine.Damon Gravari was the petitioner.My eyes skimmed the page again, slower this time, like maybe I had read it wrong the first time.But the words didn’t change.Dissolution of marriage.I looked up slowly. “Why do you have this?”“For safekeeping,” she answered, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. “You’re we
GABRIELLE’S POVThe look on Damon’s face when I pulled away from him made me regret hitting him.He looked utterly confused.“Why would something happen to me?” he asked.My throat felt tight. “Because your lawyer was here and we spent the entire day signing your trusts in my name.”The confusion cleared from his expression.“I should have said something but I forgot I called him,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “I’m sorry, wife.”Now I felt even worse.A gasp escaped my mouth when he suddenly carried me in his arms bridal style and walked into the house.I wrapped my arms around his neck.“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips.“Taking my wife inside,” he said calmly.“You could have just walked like a normal person.”“I could have,” he replied, “but I missed you.”My cheeks warmed. ”You were gone for only the day.”“It’s still a day too long.”I smiled, and rested my head against his shoulder.The tension that had been sitting in my chest all day
GABRIELLE’S POV I was just done packing my bags when I heard a knock on my door. I froze. What if it was Damon? No, I couldn’t let him see me like this. I got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror, wiping my tears with the hem of my shirt. But my mascara was smudged and it
GABRIELLE’S POV With all the willpower I had left, I moved out of his arms and threw a pillow at him. I was still in my clothes from last night and my coat was on the floor. He sat up, and I saw that he was shirtless, with his hair tousled. “Hey, come back to bed.” God, how could his hair
GABRIELLE’S POV Damon’s eyes fell on me and I felt my breath hitch slightly. I held his gaze, waiting for him to look away first, but he didn’t. “Oh, hi Gabrielle,” Selene said, snapping the tension between us. I turned to her and managed my usual polite smile. “Hi, Selene. What were you
GABRIELLE’S POV By Christmas morning, the heat from the night before felt like a foreign memory, replaced by a tight and hollow ache in my chest that refused to loosen no matter how many times I breathed. John’s death — even though the man was a rude fuck — only reminded me how fickle life wa







