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GABRIELLE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Warning!!! Dark mature contents, including nonconsent that may disturb some!!! Proceed at your own risk.
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STAB!
My fingers drove the knife as hard as I could, I heard his sharp intake of breath as he went still.
We stood staring at each other, the only sound heard was the sound of my harsh breathing and the low hiss that rumbled from his chest, his eyes flashed furiously as he realized what I had just done.

He pushed me away from him so roughly, my butt hit against the floor from the force of it. I was paralyzed in shock, I couldn't believe what I just did either, only the tip of the knife which was stained with little blood made me realize I might not have hurt him as I thought.
I had to leave! Right now when he was distracted.
I started to scramble to my feet, blindly heading for the door, when his fingers gripped my neck, he squeezed me so hard that I forgot how to breathe, he jerked me around to meet the icy rage in his eyes.
"Oh no, you don't want to do that!" He snarled. The knife was still in my hand, I didn't get a chance to try to attack him with it again when he suddenly twisted my arm at a weird angle, a cry of pain escaped my mouth, I thought he was about to rip it off its sockets.
My fingers flared open and the blade slipped off my fingers, onto the wooden tiled floor.

"I thought maybe I could give you some time to adjust, I was wrong! You don't deserve it! " He hissed out.
A scream escaped my mouth when his thickly muscled arm wrapped around my waist, hoisting me up. I kicked my legs wildly as I attempted to free myself from his grasp. He tossed me on his shoulder and then onto the scary-looking bed. I barely managed to regain my breath from the sudden impact when his weight pinned me down, wedging himself in between my legs.
I clamped my hips to try and shake him off, my arms are pushing at his chest in a futile attempt to set some space between us.

He caught both my arms, lifting them high above my head, so I couldn't even fight him.
I started to sob in earnest when I heard a tearing sound, my dress was jerked down my body, leaving my breasts bare to his darkened gaze that seemed ready to devour me.
"I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt y..you, please don't do this, I'm not ready, I'm s..orry..please don't !."
My eyes caught on the dark spot in his chest, he was bleeding, wasn't he feeling the pain at all?
His expression was still dark and angry, his eyes narrowed down at me.
I was breathing hard, laying helpless in my half ripped dress beneath him, we stared at each other, the prey and the predator.
He leaned closer, burying his face in between my neck, I heard his sharp inhale of breath.
"You are my wife Brie! This is bound to happen, your smart little act only made it come sooner, yet I will enjoy every minute of it." His voice was cold even as his finger toyed with one of my nipples, causing me to flinch at the foreign sensation of his touch.
His one hand continued to hold both of mine in an iron grip.
That was when he claimed my lips in a possessive kiss, he reached down and ripped my dress completely.
"Please! " I cried out, his shirt came off and I could see the spot where I had him, it didn't seem that severe but it was covered in a little trail of blood, with the other hand, he jerked down his pants.
He pressed down to kiss me again, I could feel something hard and warm against my bare stomach. His erection.
This was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Another sob caught in my throat.
I had only a moment to prepare myself when he gripped my thighs, spreading my legs wide open, he palmed my pussy with his hand, His nostrils flared, he had a fascinated gleam in his eyes. I had never been more exposed to anyone before.

"For years, I've always wondered what your pussy looks like, feels like, and how it will feel to finally sink my cock inside of you, claiming every inch of you as mine! "
I flushed crimson in mortification when he parted my lips open with his fingers, sliding a finger inside, I didn't get a chance to ponder what he meant by years when we only met some weeks ago. His fingers slipped past my clit, into my entrance, he continued until I felt the pressure against my barrier.
"You didn't lie, you didn't give another man what belongs to me! " he hissed, the satisfaction and.....pride? Glimmered in his eyes just as I felt the invasion of something hot and rigid, he thrusts brutally into me, seizing my body with agony.
He was stretching up my insides, the pain was like fire, ripping me apart.
I clawed at his shoulders, screaming at the tearing as I did. He pulled out halfway and before I could be relieved, he slammed into me again and again, each thrust stronger and painful than the last.
I tried desperately to leave his grip, scratching and sobbing.
"Please stop! " I attempted to reach out to any compassion, as the pain only intensified until I thought I would pass out, I wished I did, the darkness would be welcomed.
He stopped moving for a moment, but still, he remained so deep inside of me.
Fat tears rolled off my eyes, he no longer appeared angry, his darkened eyes were laced with something else.
Lust.
Satisfaction.
"Fuck, I knew you would feel this good " He grunted, licking the sides of my face, catching my tears with his tongue.
Then, he thrusts into me so hard and deep, I could feel his balls resting against my skin.
"And I will never let you go! "

A low growl rumbled from his chest and I felt a hot jet of liquid flood my insides, making my insides prickle with a sting sensation.
Our skins made a wet sickening sound as he slid out of me, but still, he didn't let go of me, his arms were thrown about my waist possessively.
I didn't fight it off, I was so drained out of strength that I could only lie still, thoroughly defeated, only tears continued to escape my eyes, soaking up the sheets and pillows.
There was no escaping this, this was my fate.
I was his, He controlled me.
Possessed me.
I wished I could just perish. Amidst the tears that blurred my vision, my eyes caught on the familiar golden locket that rested on my neck.
Derek's last gift before...
This time, my sob was uncontrollable, I whimpered for the ruthless fate that tore us apart and wondered if I would ever get to see his eyes ever again, or hear the sound of his voice.


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