Chapter 157 Weren't You Enjoying It Before?
Arabella was utterly furious, desperately pounding against him, but Gabriel didn't care in the slightest. He neither retaliated nor restrained her movements, as if her fists meant nothing to him.
He kissed her with devastating intensity, stealing every breath from her lungs, his grip so possessive it felt like he wanted to devour her whole.
"No, it hurts... Gabriel! You... bastard! Let go—" She fought with everything she had, but after her hands went numb from hitting him, she desperately tried to knee him in retaliation.
This time Gabriel reacted quickly, freeing one hand to pin down her knee the moment she tried to lift it.
"That vicious?" he sneered coldly.
The next second, his hard, powerful body pressed even closer, his long legs sliding between hers in an utterly compromising position that pinned her against the wall, making it impossible for her to attack with her knees again.
After their struggle, both were breathing heavily.
Arabella panted harshly, her disheveled hair floating with each exhale, brushing teasingly against his face.
"You already have twins, don't you? What do you need that thing for! A bastard like you should be castrated completely!" Arabella cursed viciously, following his lead.
Gabriel lowered his head until his face was inches from her flushed, furious cheeks. "You hate it that much? But I remember... you used to enjoy it quite a bit."
He continued his suggestive taunting while leaning in for more intermittent, claiming kisses.
Arabella couldn't find words to argue with such a shameless man, so she coldly turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
But he dominantly gripped her chin with his cold, slender fingers, forcing her face back toward him.
Their eyes locked in a fierce stare, his still wild unwillingness and anger as he bit out each word, "Tell me! How far have things gone with him? Has he kissed you... held you... or have you already slept together?"
Arabella was so angry her mind went blank. At first, she barely registered his low, rumbling voice—but as his words gradually sank in, her brow furrowed deeper, rage burning in her eyes.
What a bastard!
So he hadn't disappeared from her life these past days—he'd been monitoring her in other ways!
He must have known about Manuel's frequent visits to the apartment, which explained his sudden violent outburst.
Fury exploded in her chest. In her extreme anger, she didn't want to explain anything. Instead, she went along with his assumptions, "Since you already know, why bother asking?"
Gabriel had instinctively expected her to deny it, explain, rage at him—who would have thought she'd admit it so brazenly?
Looking at the woman before him who'd grown painfully thin after just a week apart, he restrained the twisted urge to snap her neck and smiled darkly.
"You really did cuckold me?"
Seeing the storm gathering in his eyes, Arabella felt a vengeful satisfaction and deliberately provoked him further, "Mr. Sterling, what's the point of trapping a woman who doesn't love you? Maybe you should see a therapist? I suspect you have masochistic tendencies."
Gabriel stared at her, his angry eyes burning with disbelief, as if the woman before him was a complete stranger.
Seeing him too stunned to speak, Arabella's vengeful satisfaction intensified, "What? Angry now? If you're angry, then get the hell out! Court's starting soon—I hope you'll be gracious about it and show some real masculine dignity!"
After saying this, seeing his lack of reaction, she thought she'd hit his weak spot precisely, leaving him instantly powerless.
She pushed him away, preparing to escape from his sphere of control, but just as she started to move past him, she caught a glimpse of him suddenly turning around—
Alarm bells screamed in her mind. Before she could cry out, he bent down and hoisted her over his shoulder.
"Gabriel! What are you doing! Put me down!" Only after being slung upside down over his shoulder did Arabella scream out, her hands frantically pounding his back.
But Gabriel said nothing, carrying her in a few strides to the sofa and throwing her down before his body descended without hesitation.
The sofa wasn't very large—the apartment space was limited, after all. When Arabella was thrown down, her neck struck the soft armrest.
Though the armrest was cushioned and didn't hurt, the impact sent a jarring shock through her cervical spine, leaving her mind foggy and her vision dark.
Before she could sit up, her breath was stolen again by his scorching kiss.
Arabella was terrified.
She didn't want this horrible, nightmarish experience, and she definitely didn't want to be intimate when they were about to divorce!
"Gabriel... don't do this, this is rape, even if... we're still married, this is still... illegal! I can call the police! They'll... arrest you!" she pleaded between desperate struggles and his predatory kisses.
It was useless.
Gabriel had already been consumed by jealousy and rage, driven only by the need to possess her completely and mark his territory on her body again!
"You still remember we're married? We're married, and you dare sleep with another man!" he roared furiously, like a maddened beast.
With that, his large hands roughly grabbed at her clothes, trying to strip her body bare.
Fortunately, it was cold, so Arabella was wearing multiple layers. After tearing off her outer jacket, there was still a sweater underneath, and a base layer beneath that.
These pullover garments would be difficult to remove without her cooperation.
"Gabriel! Calm down! Our marriage is already dead in name only—whatever I do has nothing to do with you! You've been with Emily for years, and I never said anything about that!"
"I never slept with her! I never touched her!"
"But your heart belonged to her! You thought about her constantly! How is that any different from sleeping with her!"
"Of course it's different! My feelings for her were in the past—after we married, I knew exactly what my role was! From start to finish, you were my only woman! But you—"
He loomed over her, his dark eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched tight, suddenly unable to continue.
He couldn't bear to imagine this woman rolling in bed with another man. He was afraid that once that image formed, he really might strangle her with his bare hands.
Arabella looked at his dark, savage expression, her face full of terror, her whole body tense, even her breathing carefully controlled.
At this moment, she felt a twinge of regret.
She shouldn't have provoked him earlier. Lying like that for a moment of verbal satisfaction, putting herself in danger—it really wasn't worth it.
But things had come to this point. Even if she said now that nothing happened with Manuel, this bastard might not believe her.
She might as well let him continue misunderstanding.
Gabriel stayed frozen above her for a long moment before finally grinding out the rest through clenched teeth, "But you dared to betray me!"