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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suite, my mind clouded by desire and possession. I needed her all to myself. I needed to erase every thought of Daniel or her ex from her mind and make her forget everything

desire. Her hair was a mess from our kiss, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling with her breath. She looked

her face, tilting it closer to mine so I could kiss her again. My lips found hers again, this 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

her, to claim her. I was jealous and desperate, my 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

in shock, but I was too far gone to stop. “Gabriel,” she gasped,

me closer, her body arching

lower, trailing between the hollow of her breasts. My hands unclasped her bra and freed her breasts to my eager gaze. They were perfect–round and full. The swollen tips begging for my touch.

her hardened nipples between my fingers, watching as her breath

her voice trembling as she tried to protest. I silenced her words by lowering my head and

her. The sound sent a jolt of desire through me, making my desire burn hotter. I sucked harder, my free hand squeezing her other breast, kneading it as I

from both pain and pleasure. I wanted her to feel what she did to me–the teasing, the torture. I wanted to own her

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

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

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when her hand stopped mine. “Mr. Storm, please stop,” she gasped, her breath coming in shaky

regain 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 not having sexual relations with those who

too young. It

button her shirt, but it was ripped, and frustration flashed across her face as she clutched the torn fabric together. “You ripped my shirt!” she

a new one. An entire collection, if you want,” I muttered, still struggling to calm my breathing, my body

eyes flashing with fury. “It’s about this-” she gestured to me –“this toxic, poor display of masculinity because you saw me having lunch with Daniel.

dark. “You’re not to see him

defiance written all over her face. “You’re going to stop seeing him because I said so. That’s all you need to know,” I replied, my voice hard. She laughed, the

me. “Then you’ll face the consequences,” I retorted, my voice

of hell for all I

My breathing became hard and fast, and I felt a familiar throbbing ache. I