After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 125

AUDREY

"What's going on—whoa!" Charles entered the restaurant and halted as he stood next to Gabriel. "Gabriel Stark!" he uttered. 

Both Dad and Gabriel shifted their attention to a surprised Charles Scott. Gabriel shot up an eyebrow.

"What? Gabriel Stark?" Dad repeated with a scowl. 

"Yes, Audrey's boss," Charles informed my confused, so-called father. "I saw his photographs, and I met his brother once. I'm Charles Scott—"

Gabriel gritted his teeth. "I know who you are," he cut him off, then he set his attention back to Edward Hopkins. "I'm not done with you, Hopkins."

"You d-died…" he drawled, and I never saw my father terrified before. His face was as if he was vulnerable and made him look smaller next to Gabriel, who was taller with a few more inches.

"Guess what, I didn't." Gabriel groaned, stepped closer, and clutched his shirt. 

"How… How is this possible?" Dad studied Gabriel's face, and his bewilderment went on. I couldn't believe it myself at first. I guess that's how I looked like when I found out as well.

"I'm not done with you, Hopkins." Gabriel grimaced and shoved him away. "Consider this your lucky day, but I'm not dealing with you here tonight."

A middle-aged restaurant attendant later approached us.

"Is everything alright here, gentlemen?" he asked politely. 

"It's alright, Fred," Gabriel assured him.

"Mr. Stark!" the attendant recognized immediately. "Is there something I can help with here?"

"No, thank you. We're leaving." He yanked my wrist tight and dragged me with him. I'd expected his anger. He probably rushed out of his home, as he was looking fresh from the shower, wearing only a white T-shirt and jeans. But I still couldn't understand how he found me.

Hastily, he opened the car door and ordered me to get in and settle into the driver's seat. I jolted in surprise when he furiously smashed his fist on the steering wheel.

"How could you fucking leave like that, Audrey?" he hissed. "I was only in the bathroom for a fucking few minutes, and instead of waiting and telling me, you came running to Charles Scott?"

"I didn't come here for Charles! You should understand that by now by showing your face in front of Edward Hopkins," I retorted. He apparently didn't like this tone. "How did you find me, anyway?"

"You dropped your phone on my floor. I accidentally read the text."

I heaved out a sigh. "He knows now who you are. I'm sorry about that. But aren't you concerned about what he might do?"

"He'll find out anyway, and he can't touch us here," he said irritably. "How could you do this to me, Audrey? I was too damned worried about what happened to you."

"I'm fine, Gabriel."

"You could run away from me just like that," he stated, sounding as it was a fact, but I understood where he was coming from. "How easy it is for you to leave."

"I told you I was coming back," I reasoned.

"By leaving a note?" He looked at me with his tormented expression. "Audrey, you can't do this to me again. I told you if we do this, we do this together." 

"I'm sorry." I sniveled back my tears. "I'm sorry, Gabriel. I was wrong. I was just afraid that this might happen, and you'll fight him to death."

"I'm not barbaric, Audrey." His face looked offended. "I'm a very civilized person. I've already thought this through. I just didn't expect that this face-to-face would happen so soon."

"What are you planning now?"

"To get you back to my penthouse and fuck your senses back," he said heatedly. "We're not done with you, Audrey."

I shook my head. "Seriously, Gabriel."

He breathed hard. "What are you doing?"

"Hmm? Don't you know what I was doing?" I teased. I lifted his shirt leisurely onto the top of his head, and he helped me get rid of it and grinned sexily.

"What's on your mind now, angel?"

I grabbed the ice cream again and scooped a spoonful. I fed him and kissed his mouth. 

He moaned. "Hmm…"

I licked the ice cream on his mouth, sucking his lips, and our tongues whirled in one rhythm. I felt his smile between our mouths, but then I took another portion of ice cream and smeared it on his left pectoral, and white cream melted on his nipple. I wrapped my arms around his waist and delectably took one of his nipples in my mouth.

He groaned. "Ahh… Audrey…" he breathed, and he held on to my head. Leisurely, I sucked his nipple like another flavor of ice cream, and it's now my favorite. Sounds of delight escape my mouth. He was just so delicious. 

"My angel, the things you do to me…." He chuckled and then clutched a handful of my hair. 

I took his other nipple while my hands were busy unzipping him. I didn't stop licking, kissing, and sucking his crown as I undid his jeans. When I don't taste the ice cream anymore, I put another scoop on his damn perfect abs and claimed him again.

He couldn't stop groaning, moaning whenever I played with my tongue on his skin. He was so perfect that even his skin tasted so delicious. Downward his abs, I reached his navel, coaxing him there with the tip of my tongue. I then stopped to pull his boxers down. His majestic, nine-inch shaft sprang up—so thick and so hard. I couldn't get enough of our dirty little foreplay—I put ice cream on his cock and took him in my mouth. His shaft felt like steel covered with soft velvet. 

"Fuck!" he cursed. The heat of his skin and the iciness of the ice cream complemented my mouth. It was so damn hot. He was so fucking sexy. I lowered myself, taking him so deeply, and started to bob my head.

"Audrey, that's enough…" I whispered hoarsely, but I didn't stop. The sounds I produced with my mouth sounded so erotic that I was even more turned on.

"I'm going to come in your mouth. I want to come inside you." Swiftly, he moved backward, and the parting of his cock and my mouth created a popping sound. He pulled me up and brought me to the marble island. He positioned himself between my thighs, and he sank into me.

"Ahh!" I screamed in pure ecstasy. It's driving me mad. I curled my arms around his neck as he continued to pound into me.