CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
GABRIELLE
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His eyes widened as the fingers slowly started to ease until they completely slipped away.
"What did you say?" His voice was low, his silvery eyes deeply glued to mine. I saw the anger vaporizing out of them, replaced by an intense hopeful look that made guilt pierce at my insides.
"You just said that..." He paused, staring at me expectantly for an answer.
My throat suddenly went tight, I was practically trembling out of fear, nervousness as well as guilt.
Even for someone such as him, it didn't feel right to deceive him in a manner.
"I'm p..pregnant." I repeated, hoping I sounded and looked convincing enough.
I clenched my fingers tightly as he seemed to process the information in his mind.
A pregnancy wasn't something I could lie about forever, it was only a matter of time before I got discovered.
There was no time for regrets, I couldn't afford to worry about that right now, he had left me no other option than to lie to him.
A part of me wondered if he would have really killed me?
I didn't want to believe he could be cruel to that extent.
"We are going to have a baby? You are not lying to me?"
It felt as though his eyes were deeply piercing into my soul. I clenched my lower lip hard with my teeth to stop them from trembling.
"I'm not" I whispered.
His eyes slowly trailed down to my stomach, before he slowly extended his hand to touch me there.
His nostrils flared at his sharp inhale, his bewildered expression made my chest tighten uncomfortably.
His touch was feather-light, he looked more gentle and calm than I've ever seen him but it only filled me with a sickening sense of dread and remorse.
He was absolutely eager about the prospect of having a baby.
It would turn out worse for me when he finds out that I lied to him.
"You lied to me! You wanted to leave me for him! Do you have any idea what would have happened to you? You put yourself and our baby at risk because of scum like him!" He suddenly spoke, he didn't seem to be as angry as he was before, but he still sounded quite upset.
To tell him that I was sorry was burning at the tip of my tongue but I felt that would only make him more upset.
Maybe it was at this point that I fully accept my fate. Derek was already gone, far away from me. I decided to bury those false memories away forever.
Anya was dead, Lucian had allowed her to bleed to her own death back at the airport. I knew because Fred had told me so.
I was going to be stuck as Lucian Castiel's wife forever. I didn't see the point of fighting anymore, I didn't have anyone or anything to go back to.
His fingers sank into my hair as his other hand tilted my face to meet his unwavering ones.
"Always remember who you belong to! There should be no next time of you deceiving me, It won't end well." He whispered.
I was like a stiff block of ice, I did nothing when he engulfed me in a bone-crushing embrace, even when his lips covered mine in a slow devouring kiss.
I wondered if he could feel the fear racing through me.
I held on to him tightly for strength as my legs seemed to be drained of energy.
How do I continue with this fake act of pregnancy?
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LUCIAN
She was pregnant!
With my child...our baby.
I felt a warm string in my chest that had never been there before.
I couldn't describe all the feelings that simple statement of hers brought, but I knew I never wanted it to end.
For the past few days, all I did was float in between the brink of unconsciousness and being sober.
Devin.
That fucking betrayer!
When would they learn that nothing could help me, not even those goddamned medications.
Trapped in that isolated white room, I was going insane.
I hated everyone. The doctors and nurses. Devin and Loretta who frequently came to visit, and most of all, MY wife.
She had betrayed me! I was caught between loathing her and just desperately needing her.
She was an incurable addiction, even though I wanted dearly to make her pay, I couldn't suppress the fueling rage to see her.
Devin and the doctors tried to stop me from leaving.
The sane part of me knew he was doing what he was for my own good, that I wouldn't be able to move on without her if I hurt her fatally, but the other more vicious part of me roared for him to go to hell.
It wouldn't have mattered if I had to kill him to return home.
The piano room had always been hauntingly comforting, I welcomed the darkness and allowed myself to become absorbed in the tune as well as the memories.
That was until she came. Locating her in the dark was pretty easy, I've always been able to detect the slightest sounds.
At first, I couldn't believe she was really present.
A tiny hopeless part of me held the thought that she had come to look for me, if not, why would she be here so late in the night?
I soon discovered how wrong I was. She still wanted nothing to do with me. The maddening rage returned with full force. I knew fully within me that I wouldn't have gone ahead with it.
I always was a selfish bastard. Killing her would mean depriving myself of her, and that was something I would never be able to do.
Still, I had wanted her to fight for it, to beg me, so that she would know how much her betrayer had hurt me.
I wasn't a person who got surprised so easily, but her confession managed to strike me speechless, creating a pleasant throb in my dead heart.
She was fucking pregnant!
It didn't matter what she had done then, I would have forgiven her in any way.
The moment I placed a hand on her still flat belly, knowing it was growing with my seed. It felt surreal.
I kissed her then. Gentle at first, wanting to savor her every taste. It fucking felt like it's been forever.
She offered no resistance.
She merely held onto me tightly, I deepened the kiss as lust, sharp and strong, ignited in my veins, hardening my cock and fogging my brain.
The need to feel her around me was driving me insane.
She was backed against the wall, the clothes we were wearing were an unbearable obstacle. I tore them off like a madman, a low growl of appreciation escaping my mouth when she was finally deliciously naked.
I was drawn to her features, her eyes were shut closed and her swollen lips slightly parted. She was by far the most beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on.
A sound escaped from her throat as I sucked hard on a pink nipple.
My knees push between her thighs as I kissed her again, this time demanding that she looked at me as I take her.
The need to possess her pumped hot blood through my veins, spreading fire and burning away every thought.
Grasping my hardened cock with my free hand, I guided it to her opening. She was already wet and prepared to take me.
I entered her slowly, watching her eyes until she took every inch of my meaty shaft.
She was small and tight around me, her internal walls clenching desperately to keep me out, I groaned in utter pleasure, her tightness only intensified the raging urge to fuck her.
So I did.
I drove my cock into her. Each thrust was a merciless claim, marking her in a way that only I could. Telling her who she belonged to. Time didn't matter but the ferocious hunger simmering beneath my skin.
A choked cry escaped her mouth as she shattered around me, I couldn't hold on for a moment longer, I exploded inside of her, her throbbing pussy milking everything I had.
I was breathing heavily, and so was she.
With my cock still buried inside of her, I buried my fingers into the softness of her hair, kissing her deeply.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt as though everything was alright.
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