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 to erase every

were inside, I slammed her back against the door, my chest beating rapidly as I stared at her wild with desire. Her hair was a mess from our kiss, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling with her breath. She looked so beautiful, so mine, and

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

I fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, frustration taking over

far

closer, her body arching into mine. She moaned

her breasts to my

them, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers, watching

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

peaks. I sucked slowly, teasing her, before biting down gently eliciting a soft whimper from her. The sound sent a jolt

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

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

with need. My gaze was intense as my hands slid lower, inching toward

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close to touching the warmth between her legs, to feeling how wet she was for me, when her hand stopped mine. “Mr. Storm, please stop,” she gasped, her breath coming in shaky gasps. The need inside me was crushing, but I knew

huffing, trying to 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

too young. It

fumbled to 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 hissed, anger clear in

An entire collection, if you want,” I muttered, still struggling to calm my breathing,

she shot back, her eyes flashing with fury. “It’s about this-” she gestured to me –“this toxic, poor display of masculinity because you

dark. “You’re not to

him because I said so. That’s all you need to know,” I replied, my voice hard. She laughed, the sound cold and mocking. “And if I don’t?” Her

was tempting me. “Then you’ll face the consequences,” I retorted, my voice harsh and commanding. “Don’t tempt me, Clairessa. You have no

for all I care. That won’t stop me from seeing

mine, 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 greater