Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 62: I’ll make you watch while I castrate him.

Then something inside him finally snapped.

Gabe lifted his head and glared up at Sabe, his eyes blazing with a fury he had held back for far too long.

"Wait a damn minute," he shot back, his voice sharp and shaking. "Why do you even care if I had sex with someone?"

Sabe opened his mouth, but Gabe didn’t give him the chance to interrupt.

"You slept with Matthew," Gabe continued, his words coming out louder, harsher. "You even got him pregnant!" he yelled. "So how exactly is it your concern if I slept with someone else? We’re not in love anymore. You should be focusing on your new lover and of course, your unborn baby."

His chest heaved as years of resentment poured out.

With all the strength he had left, Gabe raised his hand and delivered a sharp, thunderous slap across Sabe’s face.

The impact echoed through the living room.

Sabe staggered back a step, shock written all over his face. His grip loosened, then finally released Gabe. For a long moment, he stood there in stunned silence, staring at him as though he were seeing him for the very first time.

"I’m not ready for this stupid drama of yours," Gabe added bitterly, his voice trembling with anger. "I just want to go to my room and rest."

"Rest?" Sabe scoffed incredulously. His eyes darkened. "Rest from having your asshole fucked until you’re exhausted?"

His voice rose sharply. "And you slapped me?!" He stared at Gabe in disbelief. "Are you actually admitting that you slept with your therapist?!"

Sabe moved closer, his expression twisted with rage and something dangerously unhinged. He knelt down abruptly in front of Gabe and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward.

"Did you?" he demanded, his voice low and threatening. "You better not mess with me right now, or you’re going to regret it."

I guess tonight’s drama is unavoidable after all, Gabe thought grimly. I’m not ready for it, but if this is how it has to be, then I’ll go along with it.

Fred must have already planted the men I asked him to....people who’ll rush in if things escalate.

This is it. The moment I break free from Sabe’s shackles. The beginning of his downfall. Prison won’t be far after tonight.

Let’s see how far he’s willing to go.

"If you already know the answer," Gabe said aloud, lifting an eyebrow with a mocking smirk, "then why are you asking me again?"

The expression on Sabe’s face darkened further, his anger clearly flaring.

"I need to hear it from you, Gabe," Sabe shouted, his voice echoing through the room. "Say it to my face! Did you fuck your therapist? That beta?!"

Gabe held his gaze steadily.

"Oh, yes. I did," he replied coldly. "What’s the problem?"

His words sent visible shock through Sabe, as if the ground beneath him had cracked open.

"He knows how to use his dick on me," Gabe continued mercilessly. "Unlike my wedded husband, who hasn’t touched me since the day he found out I was paralyzed. He fucks me hard.....so hard that my asshole still hurts from the impact."

"How dare you!" Sabe roared.

Before Gabe could react, Sabe struck him.....hard.

The slap landed with brutal force, knocking Gabe out of his wheelchair and onto the floor. A sharp pain exploded across his face, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.

"How dare you cheat on me?!" Sabe shouted, towering over him. "When did you become such a whore?! I thought Matthew was the whore, but it turns out it was you all along!"

His voice cracked with fury. "You’re still married! And you had the audacity to sleep with another man? Is this how all you omegas are....eager for every dick that comes your way?!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Gabe’s mouth as he laughed bitterly and looked up at him.

"I could say the same thing about you, you filthy bastard," Gabe shot back. "How come you’re a whore too? Always eager to stick your dick into any asshole you come across!"

He spat blood onto the floor.

"Don’t you dare judge me when you’re not pure yourself."

It was still morning, yet the sunlight had vanished, swallowed by dark, heavy clouds. Outside, rain began to pour relentlessly, thunder rumbling in the distance. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sky as if the heavens themselves were bearing witness to what was unfolding inside.

The living room remained brightly lit by artificial bulbs, casting shadows across both of them.

"You’re lying... right?" Sabe said suddenly, his voice quieter but far more dangerous.

He knelt beside Gabe once more and grabbed his collar again, his fingers digging in painfully.

"I told you why I accepted Matthew’s pregnancy," he said through clenched teeth. "I explained everything. I told you I don’t love him. Even if our love isn’t what it used to be, that doesn’t change the fact that I still care about you."

His grip tightened.

"So tell me," he whispered harshly. "Everything you just said....it’s a lie, right? It better be a lie. Because that’s the only thing that’ll save that therapist of yours."

His eyes burned with possessive fury.

"You belong to me," Sabe continued. "Even if you’re dead, you still belong to me. No one else has the right to fuck you except me."

I should provoke him even more, Gabe thought calmly despite the pain.

His gaze drifted toward the flower vase resting on the table nearby.

Tonight marks the beginning of his misfortune. This won’t be brushed off as ordinary domestic violence anymore.

This time, he won’t escape prison.

Gabe let out a shaky breath, his lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile.

"I still can’t get it out of my head," he said, his voice low, taunting. "The way Alex’s dick kept sliding in and out of my wet asshole, over and over, while he stroked my cock until I cum hard all over his body... and his couch."

Sabe froze.

The color drained from his face, then rushed back in a violent red as rage flooded his features.

Gabe noticed it and enjoyed it.

"Just when I thought it was over," Gabe continued, tilting his head slightly, watching every crack form in Sabe’s composure, "he knelt down in front of me again. Took my cock into his mouth. Licked every drop of cum clean like it was something precious." His lips twitched. "Then he started sucking me like his life depended on it."

"Stop it right now, Gabe!" Sabe roared.

His fist connected with Gabe’s face before the words had even fully left his mouth.

The impact snapped Gabe’s head to the side. Pain exploded across his cheek, warm blood spilling from his lip and down his chin. But even then...he smiled.

Breathing hard, shaking with fury, Sabe reached for the flower vase on the nearby table. His hands trembled as he lifted it, knuckles white, chest heaving.

"Don’t you dare say another word," Sabe snarled.

Perfect.

Gabe watched the vase in Sabe’s hands, his pulse thrumming not with fear, but satisfaction.

Exactly what I wanted, he thought with a smirk.

"And while Alex was sucking my dick," Gabe went on anyway, his voice calm, almost dreamy, "he didn’t leave my asshole unattended. He started fingering me.....one finger at first. Then two. Then three." He sucked in a breath, eyes half-lidded. "He fucked my senses apart. I was so close to orgasm again that I cummed right into his mouth... and he swallowed every drop."

"Shut up, Gabe!" Sabe screamed.

The vase came crashing down on Gabe’s head.

The world spun violently as pain ripped through his skull. Blood immediately poured down his forehead, dripping onto the floor in thick, red drops. His vision blurred, his ears ringing but he stayed conscious.

Barely.

"I didn’t want the details!" Sabe shouted, chest heaving. "I’ll fucking kill him. But before I do... I’ll make a video. I’ll make you watch while I castrate him. I’ll make him regret ever touching you."

Gabe laughed.

It was weak at first, breathless then louder, more unhinged.

"Do you love him?" Sabe demanded, his voice cracking with fury. "Is that why you allowed him fuck you?"

Love? Gabe thought dimly. Can I even define love?

Instead of answering, he kept laughing.

That only made Sabe angrier.

"You want to castrate him?" Gabe asked, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin feral. "Are you that jealous of his dick?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You!" Sabe choked out.

He spun on his heel and stormed into the kitchen.

Moments later, he returned with a knife clenched tightly in his hand, the blade gleaming under the light.

"Just shut the fuck up, Gabe," Sabe growled, stepping closer. "Or I’ll be forced to castrate you too." His eyes were wild. "Then we’ll see how you’re supposed to ever cum again for any Alpha or Beta."