Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 28: Untamed Fury

Gabriel’s POV

I held Clairessa’s hand tightly as we walked through the hotel lobby. She protested, telling me to let her go, but I ignored her. My emotions were raging. Seeing her with Daniel had set me on fire.

Out of all the men in the world, she chose to have lunch with him–my enemy. Daniel had always been a thorn in my side, constantly trying to take everything from me, even my ex–wife, Angelique, back when he had more money than I did. That was years ago, though. Now, things were different.

I had more power and wealth than Daniel could ever dream of. I had built my empire with sweat and blood, surpassing him in every way. Yet here he was, acting as if he could still take what was mine.

I tightened my grip on Clairessa’s hand, feeling her tremble beneath my hold. Good. Let her feel it. Let her understand no one crosses me. I wanted her to know how angry I was–not just for leaving the conference without a word but for walking out with him. For letting him make her laugh and smile while I stood there, burning with jealousy.

anger.

We stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed, locking us in. My control slipped.

I pulled her against the wall, pinning her in place. My breath came in harsh bursts, my vision clouded with

Her eyes widened, fear flashing across her face. But I didn’t care. “How do you know Daniel?” I growled.

Her breathing was shallow, her lips trembling as she whispered, “We met at the conference hall. After your speech, he… invited me to lunch.”

me?”

“And you just went with him?” I hissed, leaning closer, my breath brushing her cheek. “Without asking

“You were busy… I didn’t think you’d mind.”

I let out a bitter laugh, my chest heaving. “Clairessa, you must love pushing me.” My voice was rough and without thinking, I crushed my lips against hers, the kiss fierce and demanding. She gasped in shock, before parting her lips, and I deepened the kiss, swallowing the little sounds from the back of her throat. My hands moved up her body, pulling her closer, pressing her against me. I could taste her, feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her lips. I needed more of her.

To my surprise, she kissed me back. Her body melted into mine as if she couldn’t help herself. Her hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer, as though she wanted more.

The elevator dinged, jerking us back to reality.

I reluctantly pulled away, but I wasn’t done. Not even close. I still tasted her lips on mine, and it wasn’t

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her all to myself. I needed

desire. Her hair was a mess from our kiss, her lips swollen, her chest rising

time slower but just as intense. My breath mingled with hers as I kissed her deeply, tasting every inch of her mouth as our tongues danced in unison. I trailed kisses down her neck, licking the delicate curve just below her ear. Her soft skin made me groan. She smelled like vanilla, and

mind spinning as I fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, frustration taking over as I tore it open, buttons flying across the room. I didn’t care. All I cared about

far gone to stop. “Gabriel,” she gasped, “my

kiss, this one fiercer, more demanding. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching

freed her breasts to my eager gaze. They were perfect–round

before cupping them, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers, watching as her breath hitched in

protest. I silenced her words by lowering my head and closing my

biting down gently eliciting a soft whimper from her. The sound sent a jolt of desire

I groaned, biting down lightly on the taut peak. She winced, moaning from both pain and pleasure. I wanted

apply the right pleasure with both my tongue and teeth, my other hand caressed her other breast, rolling the bud between my fingers. Pride swelled inside of me as I watched her body betray her. Her head fell back against the door, and I reveled in the pleasure I was arousing in her. I wanted her to feel every ounce of my desire, to

intense as my hands slid lower, inching toward the waistband of her pants, ready to claim

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how wet she was for me, when her hand stopped mine. “Mr. Storm, please stop,” she gasped, her breath coming in shaky

control. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. What had I done? I had let my control slip and thrown caution to the wind. I had broken my most important rule about

was too young. It was too complicated.

her face as she clutched the

if you want,” I muttered, still struggling to calm my

she gestured to me –“this toxic, poor display of masculinity because you saw me having lunch

dark. “You’re not to see him again,

I said so. That’s all you need to know,” I replied, my

face the consequences,” I retorted, my voice harsh and commanding. “Don’t

hell for all I care.

her lips curving into a proud smirk. My breathing became hard and fast, and I felt a familiar throbbing ache. I wanted her again, this time with a