All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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 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 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 POVTWO DAYS LATERI stepped out of the bath and reached for my towel.“I need to start attending physical classes,” I said, wiping my hair. “There’s not much I can do online anymore. Besides, I’m bored.”Damon didn’t respond.I glanced over at my phone and realized he was intently staring at me through the screen.“Damon?”His gaze shifted slightly, like he had been pulled out of a trance. “Hmm?”“Were you even listening?”“Of course,” he said lazily. “You said you’re thinking about attending physical classes.”I let the towel drop intentionally and turned, bending to pick it up slowly.When I looked back at my phone, Damon’s eyes were practically covering the whole screen.I faked a frown, wrapping the towel more securely around myself. “And?”His eyes moved over my damp hair and the thin line of water sliding down my shoulder before returning to my face.“That’s not fair, wife,” he said. “Especially with you standing there looking like that.”Heat rushed through me. “Lo

GABRIELLE’S POV The man led us to a room with huge double doors. They were already open. Two armed guards stood on either side, rifles slung across their chests. Neither of them even glanced at us as we were shoved forward. My eyes moved across the room slowly. It was large and brightly lit, but the air was thick with the smell of expensive liquor and cigar smoke. A man sat in the center of the room, sprawled comfortably on a throne-like seat like some bloated king. His heavy body sank into the chair, one thick hand resting on his stomach while the other lazily swirled a glass of whiskey. His face broke into a smile the moment he saw me. “Ah,” he said, his voice rich with amusement. “Our guests have finally arrived.” My stomach twisted. “Rocco?” The man behind me shoved me again. “Put some respect on his name.” “That’s enough,” Rocco raised his voice. “You will treat our guests with respect henceforth. And why are they tied up like that?” I exchanged surprised glances with